Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Meet Me In St. Louis Composer(s): Kerry Mills; Andrew B. Sterling Performer(s): Judy Garland; Cinematic Creations; Guy Lombardo
When Louis came home to the flat He hung up his coat and his hat He gazed all around, but no wifey he found So he said "where can Flossie be at?" A note on the table he spied He read it just once, then he cried It ran, "Louis dear, it's too slow for me here So I think I will go for a ride"
"Meet me in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair Don't tell me the lights are shining any place but there We will dance the Hoochee Koochee I will be your tootsie wootsie If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair"
"Meet me in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair Don't tell me the lights are shining any place but there We will dance the Hoochee Koochee I will be your tootsie wootsie If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis Meet me at the fair"
The dresses that hung in the hall Were gone, she had taken them all She took all his rings and the rest of his things The picture he missed from the wall "What! moving!" the janitor said "Your rent is paid three months ahead" "What good is the flat?" said poor Louis, "Read that" And the janitor smiled as he read
On The Wings Of Love Composer(s): Jeffrey Osborne; Peter Schless Performer(s): Jeffrey Osborne; and various other artists
Just smile for me and let the day begin You are the sunshine that lights my heat within I'm sure that you're an angel in disguise Come take my hand and together we will rise
On the wings of love Up and above the clouds The only way to fly Is on the wings of love On the wings of love Only the two of us Together flying high Flying high Upon the wings of love
You look at me and I begin to melt Just like the snow when a ray of sun is felt I'm crazy bout ya baby can't you see I'd be delighted if you could come with me
On the wings of love Up and above the clouds The only way to fly Is on the wings of love On the wings of love Only the two of us Together flying high Flying high Upon the wings of love
Yes you belong to me I'm yours exclusively Right now we live and breathe Each other Insepreble it seems, We're flowing like a stream Running free flowing On the wings of love
On the wings of love Up and above the clouds The only way to fly Is on the wings of love On the wings of love Only the two of us Together flying high Together flying high
On the wings of love Up and above the clouds The only way to fly Is on the wings of love On the wings of love Only the two of us Together flying high Together flying high Upon the wings of love
Meet Me In Bubble Land Composer(s): Casper Nathan; Joe Manne; Isham Jones
I've been dreaming dreams of childhood And the games we used to play When my heart knew only sunshine That was shining thro' the live-long day Now I know my constant dreaming Always takes me back to yesterday If your heart is yearning Join me in returning, come, and I will show you the way
You can make this wond'rous journey Go to Bubble Land tonight Only you must be real certain Your heart's beating in a way that's right Bubble land was made for lovers Those who'd leave their grieving far behind There is no despair there Pleasure's everywhere there, joy's the only thing that you'll find
Meet me tonight in Bubble Land So far away from Trouble Land Where there is lots of joy That is waiting for each girl and boy Hearts break like bubbles in the air But there we'll never know a care Let all our troubles fade like bubbles Meet me in Bubble Land
On The Wings Of A Nightingale Composer(s): Paul McCartney Performer(s): The Everly Brothers; Kim & The Hurmio; The Spongetones
When I love, I get a feeling Like I'm traveling through the sky On the wings of a nightingale As I ride, my head is reeling And I don't even wonder why On the wings of a nightingale I'll fly
I'll go land and sea I'll be thinking of you and me Couldn't ask for a better place to be Oh, I can feel something happening Oh, I can feel something happening Oh, I can feel something happening to me
So hold my hand, I got a feeling That the journey has just begun On the wings of a nightingale And if you like we'll fly together To the land of eternal sun On the wings of a nightingale of love
I'll go land and sea I'll be thinking of you and me Couldn't ask for a better place to be Oh, I can feel something happening Oh, I can feel something happening Oh, I can feel something happening to me
When I love, I get a feeling Like I'm traveling through the sky On the wings of a nightingale On the wings of a nightingale Oooh oooh oooh On the wings of a nightingale
On The Way Home Composer(s): Neil Young Performer(s): Buffalo Springfield; and various other artists
When the dream came I held my breath with my eyes closed I went insane Like a smoke ring day When the wind blows Now I won't be back till later on If I do come back at all But you know me, and I miss you now
In a strange game I saw myself as you knew me When the change came And you had a Chance to see through me Though the other side is just the same You can tell my dream is real Because I love you, can you see me now
Though we rush ahead to save our time We are only what we feel And I love you, can you feel it now
Meditation Composer(s): Norman Gimbel; Antonio Carlos Jobim; Newton Mendonça Performer(s): Doris Day and various other artists
In my loneliness When you're gone and I'm all by myself And I need your caress I just think of you
And the thought of you holding me near Makes my loneliness soon disappear Though you're far away I have only close my eyes, and you are back to stay
I just close my eyes And the sadness that missing you brings Soon is gone and this heart of mine sings
Yes, I love you so, and that for me is all I need to know I will wait for you 'Til the sun falls from out of the sky, for what else can I do? I will wait for you Meditating how sweet life will be when you come back to me
On The Trail Composer(s): Harold Adamson; Ferde Grofé Performer(s): Frankie Laine; and various other artists
(Hee-hop, hee-hop, mule)
(Hop-hee-hop, hee-hop)
The stubbornest mule I ever saw He's tossin' his head, he's raisin' ol' Ned He's gettin' me all of a twitter That ornery critter, he goes
He must have been born in Arkansas Don't want to be led, he wants to be fed Why he'd make the Statue of Liberty Flibberty-gibberty
He's hankerin' for a hunk of straw He can't hear my song, he's joggin' along His footsteps that are beating, are tellin' him soon He'll be eatin' his fill (Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop) (Clipperty-hopperti, clipperty-clop) (Clipperty-hopperti) Over the rim of the hill
We're on the trail The sun is low, the canyon is wide Hi-ee, hi-oo We sing a song as we ride
We're on the trail My mule and I, we haven't a care Hi-ee, hi-oo My heart is free as the air
Out on the ole painted desert I know a wonderful site Where we can build us a fire Where we can spend the night
The sun will rise And in the skies, the stars grow pale Hi-ee, hi-oo And we'll be back on the trail Be back on the trail, the trail, the trail
Looked at my window for Robinson Crusoe all I can see is Daniel Defoe everyone movin' in different directions I don't know which way I can go, tell me
Now I like the blues and I like cathedrals I like the ladies' hands on my knee I don't care what you think of my music I sure care a lot what you think about me
Meanwhile, the man inside me rages he's tryin' to be free, you know he tryin' to be released Meanwhile, clean out your cages the nearer you're gonna get, the closer you're gonna be the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be the nearer you get ... the closer you'll be
I like the blues, and I like the Beatles I like the ladies' hands on my knee I don't care what you think of my music I sure care a lot what you think about me
Meanwhile, the man inside me rages he's trying to be free, you know he's tryin' to be released Meanwhile, clean out your cages the nearer you're gonna get, the closer you're gonna be the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be the nearer you'll get, the closer you'll be the nearer you get ... the closer you'll be
Meaning Of The Blues Composer(s): Leah Worth; Bobby Troup Originally performed by: Julie London Covered by various other artists
Blue was just the color of the sea Till my lover left me Blue was just a bluebird in a tree Till he said "Forget me"
Blue always made me think of summer Cloudless summer skies so fresh and warm But now the blue I see is more like winter Winter skies with clouds about to storm
Blue was just the color of his eyes Till he said "Goodbye, love" Blue was just a ribbon for first prize Till he said, "Don't cry, love"
And blues were only torch songs Fashioned for impulsive ingénues But now I know, too well I know Too well I know the meaning of the blues
Mama, You Been On My Mind ((aka Baby You've Been On My Mind (Linda Ronstadt) - 1969))
((Swedish Version: Jag Har Tänkt På Dej (by Mikael Wiehe) - 2004))
Composer(s): Bob Dylan
First release by: Bob Dylan - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Perhaps it's the color of the sun cut flat An' cov'rin' the crossroads I'm standing at Or maybe it's the weather or something like that But mama, you been on my mind
I don't mean trouble, please don't put me down or get upset I am not pleadin' or sayin', "I can't forget" I do not walk the floor bowed down an' bent, but yet Mama, you been on my mind
Even though my mind is hazy an' my thoughts they might be narrow Where you been don't bother me nor bring me down in sorrow It don't even matter to me where you're wakin' up tomorrow But mama, you're just on my mind
I am not askin' you to say words like "yes" or "no" Please understand me, I got no place for you t' go I'm just breathin' to myself, pretendin' not that I don't know Mama, you been on my mind
When you wake up in the mornin', baby, look inside your mirror You know I won't be next to you, you know I won't be near I'd just be curious to know if you can see yourself as clear As someone who has had you on his mind
Mean To Me Composer(s): Roy Turk; Fred E. Ahlert Performer(s): Ruth Etting and various other artists
You're mean to me Why must you be mean to me? Gee, honey, it seems to me You love to see me cryin' I don't know why I stay home each night When you say you phone You don't and I'm left alone Sing the blues and sighin' You treat me coldly each day in the year You always scold me Whenever somebody is near, dear I must be great fun to be mean to me You shouldn't, for can't you see What you mean to me
Mean Talking Blues Composer(s): Woody Guthrie Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
I'm the meanest man that ever had a brain All I scatter is aches and pains I'm carbolic acid, and a poison face And I stand flat-footed in favor of crime and disgrace If I ever done a good deed -- I'm sorry of it
I'm mean in the East, mean in the West Mean to the people that I like the best I go around a-causin' lot of accidents And I push folks down, and I cause train wrecks I'm a big disaster -- just goin' somewhere's to happen I'm an organized famine -- studyin' now I can be a little bit meaner I'm still a whole lot too good to suit myself -- just mean...
I ride around on the subway trains Laughin' at the tight shoes dealin' you pain And I laugh when the car shakes from side to side I laugh my loudest when other people cry Can't help it -- I was born good, I guess Just like you or anybody else --- But then I... just turned off mean
I hate ev'rybody don't think like me And I'd rather see you dead than I'd ever see you free Rather see you starved to death Than see you at work And I'm readin' all the books I can To learn how to hurt Daily Misery -- spread diseases Keep you without no vote Keep you without no union
Well, I hurt when I see you gettin' 'long so well I'd ten times rather see you in the fires of hell I can't stand to fixed... see you there all fixed up in that house so nice I'd rather keep you in that rotten hole, with the bugs and the lice And the roaches, and the turnamights And the sand fleas, and the tater bugs And the grub worms, and the stingarees And the tarantulas, and the spiders, childs of the earth The ticks and the blow-flies These is all of my little angels That go 'round helpin' me do the best parts of my meanness And mosquiters...
Well, I used to be a pretty fair organized feller Till I turned a scab and then I turned off yeller Fought ev'ry union with teeth and toenail And I sprouted a six-inch stinger right in the middle of the tail And I growed horns... And then I cut 'em off, I wanted to fool you I hated union ever'where 'Cause God likes unions And I hate God!
Well, if I can get the fat to hatin' the lean That'd tickle me more than anything I've seen Then get the colors to fightin' one another And friend against friend, and brother... and sister against brother That'll be just it Everybody's brains a-boilin' in turpentine And their teeth fallin' out all up and down the streets That'll just suit me fine 'Cause I hate ever'thing that's union And I hate ever'thing that's organized And I hate ever'thing that's planned And I love to hate and I hate to love! I'm mean, I'm just mean...
On The South Sea Isle Composer(s): Harry Von Tilzer
Down upon the south sea island Where I long to be, it's my land Oriental breezes fan the air, there On the beach of old Whi Woola You can see the hula hula Pretty maidens dancing everywhere, so fair In the night time, that's the right time All the world's in tune Oriental, sentimental, dusky lovers croon
Humm, humm, humm, humm Sweet melodies fill the air Strange harmonies you will hear most everywhere Just humm, humm, humm, humm You'll hear them singing while you're there Ukaleles strumming too They'll play so soft for you While dusky maidens will try hard to woo with Humm, humm, humm, humm It's worth your while, on the south sea isle
In this dreamy land of pleasure There are memories I treasure Moonlight strolls along the silv'ry sand, and Loving eyes that seem to haunt me Lips that used to laugh and taunt me List'ning to the oriental band, so grand Birds a-cooing, lovere wooing As they stroll along Tropic moonlight, dreamy spoonlight Just a world of song
Humm, humm, humm, humm Sweet melodies fill the air Strange harmonies you will hear most everywhere Just humm, humm, humm, humm You'll hear them singing while you're there Ukaleles strumming too They'll play so soft for you While dusky maidens will try hard to woo with Humm, humm, humm, humm It's worth your while, on the south sea isle
Mean Old World Composer(s): Little Walter Originally performed by: Little Walter Covered by various other artists
This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else
I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister so-and-so
Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? I guess you don't love me, gonna pack my things and go
On The Road Again Composer(s): Willie Nelson Performer(s): Willie Nelson
Just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again goin' places that I've never been Seein' things that I may never see again And I can't wait to get on the road again
On the road again like a band of gypsies we go down the highway We're the best of friends Insisting that the world be turnin' our way
And our way Is on is on the road again Just can't wait to get on the road again The life I love is makin' music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again