Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Meagan's Gyspy eyes The lyres surround me purple drops of rain the sun shone around me
Death that clouds her life will be forever Thee Is loved yet cannot love, not never
Mystic thoughts of love And her's completely taught her how to run though not discreetly
Meagan's not as old As she'd like to think she's young sophisitcated dreams are as plastic as the songs she has sung likes to think she's hung up on herself and aren't you lucky?
Meagan's Gypsy eyes The lyres surround me purple drops of rain The sun shone 'round me
On The Good Ship Lollipop Composer(s): Richard A. Whiting; Sidney Clare Performer(s): Shirley Temple; and various other artists
I've thrown away my toys Even my drum and train I wanna make some noise With real live aeroplanes Some day I'm going to fly I'll be a pilot too And when I do, how would you Like to be my crew....
On the good ship lollipop Its a sweet trip to a candy shop Where bon-bons play On the sunny beach of Peppermint Bay
Lemonade stands everywhere Crackerjack bands fill the air And there you are Happy landing on a chocolate bar
See the sugar bowl do the tootsie roll With the big bad devils food cake If you eat too much, ooh-ooh You'll awake with a tummy ache
On the good ship lollipop Its a night trip into bed you hop And dream away On the good ship lollipop
Meadowlark Composer(s): Stephen Schwartz Performer(s): Patti LuPone and various other artists
When I was a girl I had a favorite story Of the meadowlark who lived where the rivers wind Her voice could match the angels in its glory But she was blind The lark was blind
The King of the Rivers took her to his palace Where the walls were burnished bronze and golden braid And he fed her fruit and nuts from an ivory chalice And he prayed: 'Sing for me, my meadowlark Sing for me of the silver morning Set me free, my meadowlark And I'll buy you a priceless jewel And cloth of brocade and crewel And I'll love you for life if you will sing for me'
Then one day as the lark sang by the water The God of the Sun heard her in his flight And her singing moved him so he came and brought her the gift of sight He gave her sight And she opened her eyes to the shimmer and the splendor Of this beautiful young god so proud and strong And he called to the lark in a voice both rough and tender 'Come along! Fly with me my meadowlark Fly with me on the silver morning Past the sea where the dolphins bark We will dance on the coral beaches Make a feast of the plums and peaches Just as far as your vision reaches, fly with me'
But the meadowlark said 'No' For the old king loved her so She couldn't bear to wound his pride So the Sun God flew away And when the king came down that day He found his meadowlark had died Every time I heard that part, I cried
And now I stand here starry-eyed and stormy Oh, just when I thought my heart was finally numb A beautiful young man appears before me Singing 'Come...oh, won't you come?' And what can I do if finally for the first time The one I'm burning for returns the glow If love has come at last it's picked the worst time Still I know I've got to go
Fly away, Meadowlark Fly away on the silver morning If I stay, I'll grow to curse the dark So it's off where the days won't bind me I know I leave wounds behind me But I won't let tomorrow find me back this way Before my past once again can blind me Fly away
And we won't wait to say goodbye My beautiful young man and I
On The Edge Of A Dream Composer(s): Bert Jansch Performer(s): Bert Jansch
Rock baby rock In your cradle serene Rock baby rock All is not what it seems Youre living like a shadow On the edge of a dream
Rock baby rock Can you hear your mama cry Rock baby rock Shes crying why, why, why She bears the pain and sorrow Be you dead or alive Rock baby rock Give it all that youve got
Rock baby rock It may not mean a lot Every second that youre living Will never ever be forgot Rock baby rock You gotta rock and roll
Rock and roll Is good for the soul Come in from the edge And let the good times roll Rock baby rock now In your cradle serene Rock baby rock All is not what it seems Youre living life like a shadow On the edge of a dream
On The Dunes Composer(s): Donald Fagen Performer(s): Donald Fagen; Tina May
Drive along the sea Far from the city's twitch and smoke To a misty beach That's where my life became a joke
On the dunes On the dunes (Became a joke on the dunes) Where rents are high And seabirds cry On the dunes
As you spoke you must have known It was a kind of homicide I stood and watched my happiness Drift outwards with the tide
On the dunes On the dunes (Homicide on the dunes) It wasn't fair It's brutal there On the dunes
Pretty boats Sweeping along the shore In the faltering light Pretty women With their lovers by their side It's like an awful dream I have most every night
In the summer all the swells Join in the search for sun and sand For me it's just a joyless place Where this loneliness began
On the dunes On the dunes (Loneliness on the dunes) I'm pretty tough But the wind is rough On the dunes
Me, Myself And I Composer(s): Irving Gordon; A. Roberts; Alan S. Kaufman Performer(s): Billie Holiday and various other artists
Now me, myself and I are only loving you We all think youre wonderful, we do Me, myself and I have just one point of view Were convinced theres no one else like you
Oh bubba-dubba It cant be denied dear You brought the sun to us Wed be satisfied dear If you belonged to one of us
So if you pass me by Three hearts will break in two cos me, myself and I Are all in love with you
On The Dark Side Of Town Composer(s): Janis Ian Performer(s): Janis Ian
I wound up talking with your wife She says you've got another life Thought you'd finally settled down But you keep on going 'round to the dark side of town
She says you promise not to stray Then you make your getaway And she prays for it to pass, and you say that it won't last Because you're going nowhere fast
On the dark side of town, where new lovers meet At the old lost and found on the edge of the street And the noon shadows hide from the fires outside On the dark side of town, where some woman waits To worship your crown, to burn at your stake I lay myself down on the dark side of town
She says you fill her with desire But when you want her, you're a liar She can taste it on your breath Cutting through the cigarette She can smell it on your sweat
You've been taking off your ring Women see these little things You might think it doesn't show But it shows how far you'll go To feed the fire down below
On the dark side of town, where new lovers meet At the old lost and found on the edge of the street And the noon shadows hide from the fire outside On the dark side of town, where some woman waits To worship your crown, to burn at your stake I lay myself down on the dark side of town
I said -- I know that woman well And I will see her soul in hell Before I let her carry on 'til all your hope is gone Man, you should have seen her smile Like she'd known it all the while And she said - thank you from me and child Thank you from me and my child
On the dark side of town, where new lovers meet At the old lost and found on the edge of the street And the noon shadows hide from the fire outside On the dark side of town, where some woman waits To worship your crown, to burn at your stake
No Particular Place To Go
((French Version: À Crédit Et En Stéréo (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1974))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
First release by: Chuck Berry - 1964
Covered by multiple other artist
Riding along in my automobile My baby beside me at the wheel I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile my curiosity running wild crusin' and playin' the radio with no particular place to go
Riding along in my automobile I's anxious to tell her the way I feel So I told her softly and sincere and she leaned and whispered in my ear cuddlin' more and drivin' slow with no particular place to go
No particular place to go So we parked way out on ko-ko-mo The night was young and the moon was gold So we both decided to take a stroll Can you image the way I felt I couldn't unfasten her safety belt
Riding along in my calaboose Still trying to get her belt a-loose all the way home I held a grudge for the safety belt that wouldn't budge Crusin' and playing the radio with no particular place to go
On The Beach Composer(s): Steve Allen; Ernest Gold Performer(s): Frank Chacksfield
You were walking on the beach on that lovely Summer's day Oh so very near and yet far away Every ocean breeze that played about you seemed like symphonies that sang above You were walking on the beach and the sun was in your hair And I saw you standing there out of reach Then you smiled my way My heart went winging as you seemed to say, will this be love That's the day my life began In that moment dreams came true When I fell in love with you on the beach
Me Veo Claramente Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Me veo claramente mascando un pedazo de hierba me veo claramente muy sucio y feliz me veo descubriendo descalzo un buen río de plantas ahogadas me veo claramente lejano de aquí me veo claramente haciendo preguntas que ya conocía con indiferencia ante el ya crecerás me veo claramente tan aventurero hecho un asesino de azúcar y pan me veo claramente si miro detrás
Me veo claramente en la mano de una noche lugar de aprenderme con miedo y paciencia lo que era el amor me veo apretado al calor de unas piernas tragando del aire un planeta tras otro bañado en sudor me veo semi alzado en la luz de esa hora riéndole al techo, riéndole a ella riéndome a mí me veo claramente tan digno de amantes y breves países de felicidad me veo claramente me veo claramente si miro detrás
me veo claramente marchando a campañas de guerra entre todo y yendo tras guerras privadas también me veo claramente la primera noche con una guitarra tan pálidamente como cuando fue la primera mujer
Me veo tan atento a los ruidos internos feliz tristemente queriendo de veras ser mucho mejor me veo claramente buscando palabras que sepan dar vida y dar muerte al amor me veo claramente me veo si miro a mi alrededor
On The Atchison, Topeka And The Santa Fe Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Harry Warren Performer(s): Judy Garland
What a lovely trip I'm feeling so fresh and alive And I'm so glad to arrive It's all so grand It's easy to see you don't need a palace To feel like Alice in Wonderland
Back in Ohio where I come from I've done a lot of dreaming and I've travelled some But I never thought I'd see the day When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe (want to take a ride on the Santa Fe)
I would lean across my windowsill And hear the whistle echoing across the hill Then I'd watch the lights till they fade away On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
What a thrill (what a great big wonderful thrill) With the wheels singing "westward ho" Right from the day I heard them start 'Cross the Kansas plains from New Mexico I guess I've got a little gypsy in my heart
When I'm old and grey and settled down If I ever get a chance to sneak away from town Then I'll spend my busman's holiday On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe
All aboard! (we came across the country lickety-split) (rolling ninety miles an hour) I can't believe I'm here at last Woo-oo-ooo! (when you go travelling, it's best for you to take the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe!) I can't believe that anything could go so fast
Then you pull that throttle, whistle blows Huffing and puffing and away she goes All aboard for California, hey! On the Atchison (on the Atchison) On the Atchison, Topeka (on the Atchison, Topeka) (2x) On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe!
Me Vendería Composer(s): F. Bracardi; G. Boncompagni; J.M. Pater Performer(s): Raphael
Qué hacemos hoy aquí Sola tú, solo yo En esta oscura habitación frente a frente Qué hacemos hoy aquí Si ya no queda nada en nosotros Que nos pueda unir nuevamente Más no, por caridad, no mientas más No implores mi perdón Es mucho lo que me hiciste No te canses, que ya no puedo soportar Tu presencia Que puedo ya esperar En esta triste habitación Que un día estuvo llena de alegrías Que puedo ya esperar Si he conseguido desterrar de mí Aquel amor que era toda mi vida Más no, por caridad, no sigas, no Que ya no sé si ganaré, si perderé No me vuelvas loco Aún me queda orgullo Más por ti, me vendería No puedo resistir en esta situación Ya no disfruto de la vida junto a ti No puedo resistir, no insistas por favor No hagas promesas que me harán enloquecer Qué puedo yo esperar Si cuando de tu amor necesité no estabas No estabas, tú ya no estabas Que puedo ya esperar Si te has sentido libre de vivir tu libertad, tu libertad Más no, por caridad, no mientas más No implores mi perdón No me vuelvas loco Aún me queda orgullo Más por ti, me vendería
On The Amazon Composer(s): Vivian Ellis; Clifford Grey; Greatrex Newman Performer(s): Don McClean; Vivian Ellis; Denis Lawson; Bobby Short
There's a danger zone, not a stranger zone Than the little plot I walk on that I call my home Full of eerie sights, weird and skeery sights Ev'ry vicious animal that creeps and crawls and bites!!
On the Amazon, the prophylactics prowl On the Amazon, the hypodermics howl On the Amazon, you'll hear a scarab scowl and sting zodiacs on the wing
All the stalactites and vicious vertebrae Hunt the stalagmites while laryngitis slay All that parasites that come from Paraguay in the spring Hmm, hmm hmmm
Snarling equinox among the rocks will seize you And the fahrenheit comes out at night to freeze you
Wild duodenum are lurking in the trees And the jungle swarms with green apostrophes Oh, the Amazon is calling me
On the Amazon, the pax vobiscum bite On the Amazon, the epiglottis fight On the Amazon, the hemispheres at night all slink where the agnostics drink
All the hippodromes that lie concealed in mud Hunt the metronomes that live in swamp and flood Then the kodachromes run out and drink their blood, poor ginks
While velocipedes among the weeds will scare you And the menopause with hungry jaws ensnares you
Frenzied adenoids infest the hills and slopes Everyone avoids the deadly stethoscopes
Oh, the Amazon is calling Yes, the Amazon is calling Oh, the Amazon is calling me-ee!!
Me Va La Vida En Ello Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Cierto que huí de los fastos y los oropeles y que jamás puse en venta ninguna quimera Siempre evité ser un súbdito de los laureles porque vivir era un vértigo y no una carrera... Pero, quiero que me digas, amor que no todo fue naufragar por haber creído que amar era el verbo más bello ... dímelo ... me va la vida en ello Cierto que no prescindí de ningún laberinto que amenazara con un Callejón Sin Salida Ante otro "más de lo mismo" creí en lo distinto porque vivir era búsqueda y no una guarida... Pero, quiero que me digas, amor ... Cierto que cuando aprendí que la vida iba en serio quise quemarla de prisa jugando con fuego Y me abrasé defendiendo mi propio criterio porque vivir era más que unas reglas en juego... Pero, quiero que me digas, amor...
Me Soñé Muerto Composer(s): Armando Manzanero Performer(s): Javier Solís
Me soñé muerto y que te hallabas frente a mi cadáver que no podías soportar el llanto que estabas hecha toda sufrimiento Seguí soñando y que a principio me extrañabas mucho pero bastaron tan solo unos días y al fin ley de la vida me fuiste olvidando
Innumerables veces me has dicho que si algún día te faltara te morirías también tu inexperiencia te hace decir esas cosas y la mía creerlas
Me soñé muerto y desde entonces vivo con la idea que en este mundo no hay cariño eterno que lo que no miras muy pronto lo olvidas
Innumerables veces me has dicho que si algún día te faltara te morirías también tu inexperiencia te hace decir esas cosas y la mía creerlas
Me soñé muerto y desde entonces vivo con la idea que en este mundo no hay cariño eterno que lo que no miras muy pronto lo olvidas
On S'Quitte Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
T'es comme les bêtes Qui descendent au point d'eau Qu'attendant qu'le soleil s'décide à être un peu moins haut Dans le creux de mes mains tu pourrais même boire de l'eau Tu serais la seule que j'écarte du troupeau Une fugitive dans la jungle de la ville Une sans amour est une proie facile Tu ferais le gibier dans une version soft Tendre remake des "Chasses du Comte Zaroff" L'homme est un loup pour l'homme Je sais ça fait peur Quand je t'aime par instant J'ai l'instinct du chasseur Tu prends la fuite Et on est quitte On s'quitte Je pourrais t'traquer le restant de mes nuits Me transformer en poursuivant qui devient poursuivi Dans ta réserve je saurai où t'retrouver vivant Amour captif ton animal amant L'homme est un loup pour l'homme Je sais ça fait peur Quand je t'aime par instant J'ai l'instinct du chasseur Tu prends la fuite Et on est quitte On s'quitte Tu prends la fuite Et on est quitte On s'quitte On s'quitte On s'quitte
Una vez, muchas veces, casi siempre se daba un banquete, se develaba un busto se intercambiaban relaciones históricas se grababa una mano en el cemento -sucedían cosas inolvidables a montones- todo era muy solemne, y entonces yo me sonaba la nariz De pronto todos me miraban como si fuera algo muy raro necesitar hacer la cosa más común Y yo guardaba mi pañuelo tímidamente en el bolsillo agradeciéndole a la gripe la ocasión
Una vez, muchas veces, casi siempre he podido saber que las necesidades no suelen observar la misma etiqueta que la gente acostumbra a practicar (y en este sentido puede ser útil una gripe) Desde entonces, cuando estoy entre camellos un segundo antes de decir adiós me sueno la nariz Y, desde luego, todos miran como si fuera algo raro necesitar hacer la cosa más común Entonces guardo mi pañuelo tímidamente en el bolsillo agradeciéndole a la gripe la ocasión
Observación: Si no se tiene gripe a mano aunque es muy fácil conseguirla nada más simple que un ladrillo y a correr Pero se advierte que el efecto no va a ser descalabrante como sonarse la nariz diciendo adiós
