Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela Five hundred dollars was the cost It was to buy a cart and horse Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Everybody - Matilda Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela Once again now Matilda Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Well, the money was just inside me bed Stuck in the pillow beneath me head Dont you know that Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Everybody - Matilda Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela From the corner - Matilda Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Well, me friends Im never gonna love again All the money gone in vain Matilda, she grabbed me money and run Venezuela Shes a grabber!
Matilda Matilda, Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Once again now Matilda Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela For the last time Matilda Matilda, she take me money and run Venezuela
Matilda Mother Composer(s): Syd Barrett Originally performed by: Pink Floyd Covered by various other artists
There was a king who ruled the land His majesty was in command With silver eyes the scarlet eagle Showers silver on the people Oh Mother, tell me more Why'd'ya have to leave me there Hanging in my infant air Waiting? You only have to read the lines They're scribbly black and everything shines Across the stream with wooden shoes With bells to tell the king the news A thousand misty riders climb up Higher once upon a time Wandering and dreaming The words have different meaning Yes they did For all the time spent in that room The doll's house, darkness, old perfume And fairy sories held me high on Clouds of sunlight floating by Oh Mother, tell me more Tell me more Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaah
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Gunners three
Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners Merry merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Bombardiers three
Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners Merry merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Sergeants three
Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners Merry merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Sar-Majors three
Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners Merry merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Subalterns three
I do all the work said the Subaltern Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners Merry merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Captains three
When do I get my leave said the Captain I do all the work said the Subaltern Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners Merry merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Majors three
Where have you put my Guns said the Major? When do I get my leave said the Captain I do all the work said the Subaltern Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners Merry merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Colonels three
Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel Where have you put my Guns said the Major? When do I get my leave said the Captain I do all the work said the Subaltern Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners Merry merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
Now Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he He called for is pipe in the middle of the night and he called for his Padres three
God save our gracious Queen said the Padre Blah, Blah, Blah said the Colonel Where have you put my Guns said the Major? When do I get my leave said the Captain I do all the work said the Subaltern Charge that man said the Sergeant Major Move to the right in Threes said the Sergeant Bubble Line Level Line Bubble said the Bombardier Beer Beer Beer said the Gunners Merry merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare with the Royal Artillery
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As performed by Harry Belafonte:
Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his privates three
"Beer, beer, beer", said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his corporals three
Hup two said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his sergeants three
Yeahhhhh, said the sergeants Hup two said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl
And he called for his shavetails three
We do all the work said the shavetails Yeahhhh, said the sergeants March you dump watch said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his captains three
Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains We do all the work, said the shavetails Yeahhhhh said the sergeants March to the guardhouse said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his chaplains three
Oh what a bloody mess, amen amen hallelujah Oh don't be late for the dance, said the captains We do all the work, said the shavetails Yeahhhh said the sergeants Put it in a bucket said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his colonels three
Oh what a lovely war, said the colonels Oh what a bloody mess, amen, amen hallelujah Oh don't be late for the dance said the captains We do al the work said the shavetails Yeahhhhh said the sergeants March to the end said the corporals Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry
Old King Cole was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he Called for his pipe And he called for his bowl And he called for his generals three
Thuh, thuh, Oh come on fellahs, give a fellah break, Uh what's my next command said the generals Oh what a lovely war said the colonels Oh what a bloody mess, amen, Oh what a bloody mess said the captains Oh what a bloody mess, said the shavetails Oh what a bloody mess, said the sergeants Oh what a bloody mess said the sergeants Beer, beer, beer said the privates Merry men are we There's none so fair as can compare With the Fighting Infantry
Mathilde Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest Originally performed by: Jacques Brel Covered by various other artists
Ma mère voici le temps venu D'aller prier pour mon salut Mathilde est revenue Bougnat tu peux garder ton vin Ce soir je boirai mon chagrin Mathilde est revenue Toi la servante toi la Maria Vaudrait peut-être mieux changer nos draps Mathilde est revenue Mes amis ne me laissez pas Ce soir je repars au combat Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là
Mon cur mon cur ne t'emballe pas Fais comme si tu ne savais pas Que la Mathilde est revenue Mon cur arrête de répéter Qu'elle est plus belle qu'avant l'été La Mathilde qui est revenue Mon cur arrête de bringuebaler Souviens-toi qu'elle t'a déchiré La Mathilde qui est revenue Mes amis ne me laissez pas Dites-moi dites-moi qu'il ne faut pas Maudite Mathilde puisque te v'là
Et vous mes mains restez tranquilles C'est un chien qui nous revient de la ville Mathilde est revenue Et vous mes mains ne frappez pas Tout ça ne vous regarde pas Mathilde est revenue Et vous mes mains ne tremblez plus Souvenez-vous quand je vous pleurais dessus Mathilde est revenue Vous mes mains ne vous ouvrez pas Vous mes bras ne vous tendez pas Sacrée Mathilde puisque te v'là
Ma mère arrête tes prières Ton Jacques retourne en enfer Mathilde m'est revenue Bougnat apporte-nous du vin Celui des noces et des festins Mathilde m'est revenue Toi la servante toi la Maria Va tendre mon grand lit de draps Mathilde m'est revenue Amis ne comptez plus sur moi Je crache au ciel encore une fois Ma belle Mathilde puisque te v'là te v'là
Old Home Filler-Up An' Keep On A-Truckin' Café Composer(s): Bill Fries; Chip Davis Performer(s): C.W. McCall
Well interstate eighty we was cuttin' the fog Just me an' old Sloan, Old Sloan's my dog We had an eighteen wheeler with a ten on the floor an' a stereo, layin' a strip Then we spied a sign says eat'n gas now We decided to whip in an' pick up some chow At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Oh the Old Home Filler-up) - A lookin' for Mavis (The Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin Café)
Now we been every place between here an' South Sioux An' we've seen us a truck stop waitress or two But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of wildcats, she's got it together Well she filled my tank, I says thank you honey Her name is Mavis, I gave her the money Old Sloan just set there a watchin' an' waggin' an whooshin'
I says you wait in the truck boy
Well we went inside, she said "what'll it be" I says a cup of yer best and a number three She come back with an order to go, an' a quart of hot C, and a bone for Sloan I said much obliged, old Sloan give a bark I left her a buck, an' he left his heart At the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)
Well Saturday night an' we was truckin' along Yeah me an' old Sloan was a getting' it on I said Sloan, I been a thinkin' on-a getting' up my courage and tonight's the night Well I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin Took the Beebetown ramp, and slid on in To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Oh the Old Home Filler-up -) It never closes (Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)
Well I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes Made Mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse I says how'd ya like to go for a ride with me an' old Sloan, I just had my truck washed She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lotta fun But we was gonna have to wait until the dishes was done And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone
I said why not...
Well we geared that tranny into super low And the four of us went to see a picture show Yeah I took 'em to the drive in theater over by Pisgah, to see True Grit Saw the late late show, old Sloan hit the sack And then along about two o'clock I hauled 'em on back To the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)
Eight stools an' a promise...
(Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Oh the Old Home Filler-up an' Keep On a-Truckin' Café)
Mathilda Composer(s): Francis Lemarque; Marie Cowan Performer(s): Yves Montand
Le vent du passé me murmure un conte effacé Eveillant mes amours fanées Valse du souvenir, mélodie des désirs oubliés Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi Valsez Mathilda Valsez Mathilda Charmant fantôme de mes jours fleuris Tourbillon parfumé En valsant vous étiez si jolie Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Comme un vent léger qui passe et ne revient jamais En souriant m'avez quitté J'ai retrouvé ce soir le chemin des Espoirs envolés Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi Où êtes-vous Mathilda? Où êtes-vous Mathilda? Où dansez-vous Mathilda, sans moi? Si jolie vous étiez Hélas ! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Si jolie vous étiez Hélas! Jamais plus ne me reviendrez Quand vous dansiez Mathilda, pour moi
Old Hippie Composer(s): David Bellamy Performer(s): The Bellamy Brothers
He turned thirty-five last Sunday In his hair he found some gray But he still ain't changed his lifestyle He likes it better the old way So he grows a little garden in the back yard by the fence He's consuming what he's growing nowadays in self defense He get's out there in the twilight zone Sometimes when it just don't make no sense
He gets off on country music Cause disco left him cold He's got young friends into new wave Buts he's just too friggin old And he dreams at night of Woodstock And the day John Lennon died How the music made him happy And the silence made him cry Yea he thinks of John sometimes And he has to wonder why
Chorus: He's an old hippie And he don't know what to do Should he hang on to the old Should he grab on to the new He's an old hippie His new life is just a bust He ain't trying to change nobody He just trying real hard to adjust
He was sure back in the sixties That everyone was hip Then they sent him off to Vietnam On his senior trip And they forced him to become a man While he was still a boy And in each wave of tragedy He waited for the joy Now this world may change around him But he just can't change no more
Chorus
Well he stays away a lot now From the parties and the clubs And he's thinking while he's joggin' 'round Sure is glad he quit the hard drugs Cause him and his kind get more endangered everyday And pretty soon the species Will just up and fade away Like the smoke from that torpedo Just up and fade away
Mathilda Composer(s): George Khoury; Huey Thierry Originally performed by: Cookie & the Cupcakes Covered by various other artists
My love for you will always be Just a faded memory Yes I've cried and cried for you Yes no matter what you do You gave me love when there was none You know you're the only one Yes I've cried and cried in vain I want my baby back again Mathilda I've cried and cried for you Oh no matter what you do Yes I've cried and cried in vain I want my baby back again Piano Solo Oh Mathilda I've cried and cried for you Oh darlin' it don't matter what you do Yes I've cried and cried in vain Lord I wan't my baby back again Come on home baby!
Old Friends Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel; and various other artists
Old friends, old friends Sat on their parkbench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends
Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a parkbench quietly How terribly strange to be seventy
Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears
Matchstalk Men And Matchstalk Cats And Dogs Composer(s): B. Burke; M. Coleman Performer(s): Brian & Michael
and various other artists
He painted Salford's smokey tops On cardboard boxes from the shops And parts of Ironcoats where I used to play I'm sure he once walked down our street 'Cause he painted kids who had nowt on their feet The clothes we wore had all seen better days
Now they said his works of art were dull No room, all round the walls are full But Lowry didn't care much anyway They said he just paints cats and dogs And matchstalk men in boots and clogs And Lowry said that's just the way they'll stay
And he painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs He painted kids on the corner of the street with the sparking clogs Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
Now canvas and brushes were wearing thin When London started calling him To come on down and wear the old flat cap They said tell us all about your ways And all about them Salford days Is it true you're just an ordinary chap
And he painted matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs He painted kids on the corner of the street with the sparking clogs Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them factory gates To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
Now Lowries hang upon the wall Beside the greatest of them all And even the Mona Lisa takes a bow This tired old man with hair like snow Told northern folk its time to go The fever came and the good Lord mopped his brow
And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs
Old Friends Composer(s): Roger Miller Performer(s): Roger Miller; Willie Nelson
Old friends, pitching pennies in the park Playing croquet 'til it's dark, old friends Mmm old friends, swapping lies of lives and loves Pitching popcorn to the doves, old friends
Old friends, looking up to watch a bird Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends Old friends, lord when all my work is done Bless my life and grant me one, old friend At least one, old friend
Old friends, looking up to watch a bird Holding arms to climb a kerb, old friends Old friends, lord when all my work is done Bless my life and grant me one, old friend At least one, old friend
Old Friends Composer(s): Stephen Sondheim Performer(s): Liza Minnelli; and various other artists
Hey old friend are you ok old friend what'll you say old friend are we or are we unique time goes by everything else keeps changing you and I we get continued next week most friends fade or they don't make the grade new ones are quickly made and in a pinch, sure they'll do but us old friends what's to discuss old friend here's to us who's like us damn few
Matchbox Composer(s): Carl Perkins Originally performed by: Carl Perkins Covered by various other artists
I said I'm sitting here watching matchbox hole in my clothes I said I'm sitting here wondering matchbox hole in my clothes I ain't got no matches but I sure got a long way to go
I'm an old poor boy I'm a long way from home I'm an old poor boy and I'm a long way from home I've never been happy 'cause everything I ever did was wrong
Well, if you don't want my peaches honey please don't shake my tree If you don't want any of those peaches honey, please don't mess around my tree I've got news for you baby Leave me here in misery, all right!
Well let me be your little dog till your big dog comes Let me be your little dog till your big dog comes And when your big dog gets here watch how your puppy dog runs
Well I said I'm sitting here watching matchbox hole in my clothes I said I'm sitting here wondering matchbox hole in my clothes I ain't got no matches but I sure got a long way to go
Old Folkie Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
He's the man with the banjo and the 12-string guitar And he's singing us the songs that tell us who we are When you look in his eyes you know that somebody's in there Yeah, he knows where we're going and where we been And how the fog is gettin' thicker where the future should begin When you look at his life you know that he's really been there Still, what is the name that they're calling that man? What is the name that they're calling that man? You know, it's always the "Old Folkie" They say he's always bleedin' But whenever somebody's needing him He's the one who cares It's always the "Old Folkie" Whenever somethin's burning Or a lesson needs some learning Or a tide that needs some turning To a better world somewhere Yeah, the "Old Folkie's" there Yeah, for forty years now he's been pushin' on Carrying the dream 'cause Woody's long gone He's the last voice singing that "Bound for Glory" song And if you never seen him you might take a look He's the man who put the meaning in the music book Yeah, the world may be tired but Pete's still going strong Still, what is the name that they're calling that man? What is the name that they're calling that man? You know, it's always the "Old Folkie" They say he's always bleedin' But whenever somebody's needing him He's the one who cares It's always the "Old Folkie" Whenever somethin's burning Or a lesson needs some learning Or a tide that needs some turning To a better world somewhere Yeah, the "Old Folkie's" there What is the name that they're calling that man? What is the name that they're calling that man?
Matacuervos Composer(s): T. Méndez Performer(s): Raphael
Paisaje de Campogrado Todo es silencio y grandiosidad Sólo el rumor de las aves Rompe el arrullo de la soledad Las nubes vienen sombreando A Matacuervos que ya sanó Torazo que fue indultado Que nunca en la vida jamás les pidió Matacuervos, Matacuervos Por algo te puse así Yo vi llevarse en tus cuernos A cuervos traviesos cuando eras así Matacuervos, Matacuervos La plaza entera te vio llorar Cuando bravo te negabas Y tú no querías el ruedo dejar La luna en el Campogrado Mientras que alumbra rezando está Verónicas de oro y seda En Matacuervos pensando está La niebla viene bajando Con Matacuervos quiere jugar Que así jugaban antaño Cuando era un becerro Becerro sin par
Old Flames (Can't Hold A Candle To You) Composer(s): Pebe Sebert; Hugh Moffatt Performer(s): Dolly Parton; and various other artists
Downtown tonight, I saw an old friend, someone who I use to take comfort from long before I met you I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire
Old flames can't hold a candle to you No one can light up the night like you do Flickering embers of love I've known one or two But old flames can't hold a candle to you
Sometimes at night, I think of old lovers I've known I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn
Old flames can't hold a candle to you No one can light up the night like you do Flickering embers of love I've known one or two But old flames can't hold a candle to you Old flames can't hold a candle to you Mmmm ......
A simple touch of your hand And everything is right The gentle way you look at me When we kiss goodnight You've given me the freedom no other love has known And now I thank you girl, thank you girl
The countless ways you've touched my heart Is more than I can say The beauty that you've shown to me takes my breath away A picture perfect painting, that's what our love is And yes I need you so, and now I know
Chorus: ooooh I've found a masterpiece in you a work of art it's true And I treasure you my love ooooh I've found a masterpiece in you a work of art it's true And I treasure you
Sometimes I wonder what I'd be Had I not found you A least and lonely soul this world could show me nothing new
But now my life's a canvas painted with your love And it will always be And now I see
The two of us together Through time will never pass This fairy tale we shared is real inside our hearts let it be forever never let it end this promise I do make Heaven is ours to take
Chorus
When I'm lost and insecure you build me up and make me sure that everything will turn out right My love
Chorus
(This fairy tale we're sharing is real inside our hearts Let it be forever never let it end)
Old Flame Composer(s): Donna Lowery; Mac McAnally Performer(s): Alabama; Lonzo & Oscar
I saw you staring at each other I saw your eyes begin to glow And I could tell you once were lovers You ain't hidding nothing I don't know
There's an old flame, burning in your eyes That tears can't drown, and make-up can't disguise That old flame may not be stronger, but it's been burning longer Than any spark I might have, started in your eyes
You said it ended when he left you You say your love for him is gone But those old memories still upset you For I might be a memory before to long
There's an old flame, burning in your eyes That tears can't drown, and make-up can't disguise That old flame may not be stronger, but it's been burning longer Than any spark I might have, started in your eyes
