Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Talking World War III Blues Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Some time ago a crazy dream came to me I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three I went to the doctor the very next day To see what kinda words he could say He said it was a bad dream I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though They were my own dreams and they're only in my head
I said "Hold it, Doc, a World War passed through my brain" He said "Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane" He grabbed my arm, I said "Ouch!" As I landed on the psychiatric couch He said "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast It was all over by quarter past I was down in the sewer with some little lover When I peeked out from a manhole cover Wondering who turned the lights on
Well, I got up and walked around And up and down the lonesome town I stood a-wondering which way to go I lit a cigarette on a parking meter And walked on down the road It was a normal day
Well, I rung the fallout shelter bell And I leaned my head and I gave a yell "Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man" A shotgun fired and away I ran I don't blame them too much though I know I look funny
Down at the corner by a hot-dog stand I seen a man, I said, "Howdy friend I guess there's just us two" He screamed a bit and away he flew Thought I was a Communist
Well, I spied a girl and before she could leave "Let's go and play Adam and Eve" I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin' When she said, "Hey man, you crazy or sumpin' You see what happened last time they started"
Well, I seen a Cadillac window uptown And there was nobody aroun' I got into the driver's seat And I drove 42nd Street In my Cadillac Good car to drive after a war
Well, I remember seein' some ad So I turned on my Conelrad But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill So the radio didn't work so well Turned on my player It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin' "Tell Your Ma, Tell Your Pa Our Loves Are Gonna Grow Ooh-wah, Ooh-wah"
I was feelin' kinda lonesome and blue I needed somebody to talk to So I called up the operator of time Just to hear a voice of some kind "When you hear the beep It will be three o'clock" She said that for over an hour And I hung it up
Well, the doctor interrupted me just about then Sayin, "Hey I've been havin' the same old dreams But mine was a little different you see I dreamt that the only person left after the war was me I didn't see you around"
Well, now time passed and now it seems Everybody's having them dreams Everybody sees themselves walkin' around with no one else Half of the people can be part right all of the time Some of the people can be all right part of the time But all the people can't be all right all the time I think Abraham Lincoln said that "I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours" I said that
Gloria Composer(s): Van Morrison Performer(s): Them; and various other artists
Like to tell ya about my baby You know she comes around She about five feet four A-from her head to the ground
You know she comes around here At just about midnight She make ya feel so good, Lord She make ya feel all right
And her name is G-l-o-r-i-a G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria) G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria) I'm gonna shout it all night (Gloria) I'm gonna shout it everyday (Gloria) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
She comes around here Just about midnight Ha, she make me feel so good, Lord I wanna say she make me feel alright
Comes a-walkin' down my street When she comes to my house She knocks upon my door And then she comes in my room Yeah, an' she make me feel alright
G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria) G-l-o-r-i-a (Gloria) I'm gonna shout it all night (Gloria) I'm gonna shout it everyday (Gloria) Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah Looks so good (Gloria) alright Just so good (Gloria) alright, yeah
Talking In Your Sleep Composer(s): Bobby Wood - Roger Cook First release by: Crystal Gayle - 1978 Covered by multiple other artists
Three o'clock in the morning And it looks like it's gonna be another sleepless night I've been listenin' to your dreams and gettin' very low Wondering what I can do
Maybe I'm being foolish 'Cause I haven't heard you mention anybody's name at all How I wish I could be sure it's me that turns you on Each time you close your eyes I've heard it said that dreamers never lie
You've been talkin' in your sleep Sleepin' in your dreams Wish some sweet lover Holdin' on so tight loving her the way You used to love me Talkin' in your sleep with lovin' on your mind
Gloria manchi tu nell'aria manchi ad una mano che lavora piano manchi a questa bocca che cibo piu non tocca e sempre questa storia che lei la chiamo Gloria Gloria sui tuoi fianchi la mattina nasce il sole entra odio ed esce amore dal nome Gloria Gloria manchi tu nell'aria manchi come il sale mi manchi piu del sole sciogli questa neve che soffoca il mio petto t'aspetto Gloria Gloria chiesa di campagna acqua nel deserto lascio aperto il cuore scappa senza far rumore dal lavore dal tuo letto dai gradini di un altare ti aspetto Gloria Gloria per chi attende il giorno e invece di dormire con la memoria torna a un tuffo nei papaveri in una terra libera per chi respira nebbia per chi respira rabbia per me che senza Gloria con te nuda sul divano faccio stelle di cartone pensando a Gloria
Talking Guitar Blues Composer(s): Ernest Tubb Performer(s): Lonnie Donegan
Ere, if you wanna get in trouble Let me tell you how to do it Get yourself a guitar and then youre right into it You play all day and you play all night People say youll never learn to play the thing right Always messing about, groaning at you Moaning, wont let you practise
So I bought meself a guitar about a year ago The man said I could learn it in a week or so Gave me a little book, pick or two Said here yare mate, its up to you Dirty rotter, cost me ten nicker, all the loot I had Good guitar, though call it a pluckit
Anyway, spent me dough And I couldnt let it all go to waste, you know So I took the book, guitar, and all And I went back home where the trees are tall Down in Woodford - good place to be if youve got a guitar Pretty rotten if you aint
Well, for weeks and weeks I worked hard And I tried to learn a few main chords Book says theyre easy as ABC Cor, my fingers is killing me Got sore on the ends Couldnt hold the strings down Wanted to pack up, cor, I felt rough
Anyway, kept on playing with all me might I could see mums hair was turning white And her face was lined with discontent She said her patience was pretty near spent She was nervous, ears ringing, wanted to scream You know, couldnt get no relief
So sister, anyway, she took it worst of all Cause she got married the following fall She said for love but I got me doubts I think the guitar chased her out Shes a game girl, though Just couldnt take it, you know Limit to everything
Dad, he took it a different way He said, you can turn your mums hair grey Drive your sister away from home But you or me boys gonna start to roam And I aint going - never intend to You figure it out so I did, fast, you know
Anyway, next day had me clothes all packed And I slung me guitar across me back Caught meself a great long train Searched the world for me share of fame Aint found none - just hardships, messing about
Mr. Jukebox Composer(s): Ralph Davis; Eddie Davis Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
The jukebox just told my lifes story Told it in the words of a song So I will have another drink to the jukebox And one to the man that wrote the song
So here Mr. Jukebox Please take my last dime Tell me the story of my life one more time Bring back the memories of a past that was wrong Heres another drink to you And the man that wrote the song
The jukebox just told my lifes story Told it in the words of a song So I will have another drink to the jukebox And one to the man that wrote the song
So here Mr. Jukebox Please take my last dime Tell me the story of my life one more time Bring back the memories of a past that was wrong Heres my last drink to you So Mr. Jukebox so long
Gloria Composer(s): Giancarlo Bigazzi; Umberto Tozzi Performer(s): Laura Branigan
Gloria, you're always on the run now Running after somebody you gotta get him somehow I think you've got to slow down before you start to blow it I think you're headed for a breakdown so be careful not to show it
You really don't remember was it something that he said? Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria? Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'? If everybody wants you, why isn't anybody callin'? You don't have to answer Leave them hangin' on the line Oh oh oh calling Gloria
Gloria, Gloria! I think they got your number, Gloria! I think they got the alias, Gloria! that you've been living under Gloria! But you really don't remember was it something that they said? Are the voices in your head calling, Gloria?
Ha ha, a ha ha, Gloria how's it gonna go down? Will you meet him on the main line or will you catch him on the rebound? Will you marry for the money take a lover in the afternoon? Feel your innocence slipping away don't believe it's comin' back soon
And you really don't remember was it something that he said? Are the voices in your head calling Gloria? Gloria, don't you think you're fallin'? If everybody wants you why isn't anybody callin'? You don't have to answer Leave them hangin' on the line, oh oh oh calling Gloria
Talkin' Silver Cloud Blues Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot Performer(s): John D. Loudermilk
I've been singing rock most all my life I got three little boys and a sweet young wife I feed 'em good cause I make good bread Thank God for the man that said Rock 'n' roll is the answer son You can't beat 'em join 'em Get your guitar get your drum Get your set of iron ear drums A thousand watt column And you're in the business son Got my first Cadillac in '54 Since then I had about five more Mercedez Benz and a Porsche too The other day I was thinking this wouldn't do Cause the price of a Cadillac times two Comes out to the cost of a Rolls Royce new But soon the Cadillac's obsolete And the Rolls Royce is still a running sleek Figure four years instead of two Before you gotta buy something new Put an extra fifteen hundred in to pay for the bar and air-conditionin' You don't need no chauffer Get your bartender and ride baby
So the other day I drove down from the hill Went to my bank to get me some bills And boots and Levi's worn and tan I ambled into the Rolls Royce stand Showroom four was quiet that day I walked up to a silver grey Silver Cloud all sleek and long Standin' there loose and so alone Such a beautiful sight I never did see Sparkled and shone like a Christmas tree He was really something to admire I moved in close and I kicked the tire Had to get some attention, I got some quickly Well I was comin' my hair down in the chrome When up steps a man in a herring bone Said good morning son may I help you I said yes sir I'd like to testdrive This new Silver Cloud II Well he jumped back his face was sore He looked me over from my head to my toe His face formed into a sneer He said sorry kid this car stays here And don't you kick tose tires Don't open the doors, don't touch the chrome You're gettin' dandruff on the radiator
Well I got put on for an hour or more They ushered me in the bossman's door It wasn't long till I came out The bossman followed up with a shout Open the door there look alive And take this boy for a testdrive In the silver grey Silver Cloud The little cat's loaded Lumps in is clothes, gotta look for those How do you think I got where I am today hmm Now I'm driving along ole 501 Listening to them big wheels hum Gotta get home before it's five Take my wife and kids for a drive Now the moral is the part that's best Never judge a man by the way he is dressed Don't you brush him off or treat him wrong He may be the singer of rock songs Don't you forget it
What's that pounding noise what's burning Well the temperature is up and the oil is down Termites running around and around on my dashboard Spots on my windshield... trading time
Mr. Jones (Are You Coming To Bed?) Composer(s): Mills Performer(s): Evelyn Dall; Florence Desmond
Ive often wondered what it was like to be married Ive often wondered why for so long I have tarried But I was wed this mornin And now I am a missus So without much warning Ill know what married bliss is
Mr. Jones are you comin to bed Mr. Jones are you comin to bed Youve been awful rough And youve done your stuff Oh its just as well were wed Mr. Jones are you comin to bed
Mr. Jones, can you really be mine Mr. Jones, oh youre lookin devine Youve been on the loose And youve cooked your goose So its just as well were wed Mr. Jones are you comin to bed
Nows your chance Here comes romance I cant bear you out of my sight So dont blow out that light
Oh Mr. Jones, youre so hard to resist Mr. Jones, if Ive gotta be kissed Its a darn good thing That you bought that ring And its just as well were wed Mr. Jones are you comin to bed
Mr. Jones, wont you get out of bed Mr. Jones, wont you get out of bed Heres your morning tea And its half past three Thats the worst of bein wed Mr. Jones, wont you get out of bed
Mr. Jones, I dont want to be rude Mr. Jones, dont you want any food Just a steak and chips Gee, its half past six Thats the worst of bein wed Mr. Jones, wont you get out of bed
Youve had a snooze Youve read the news I cant think what mother would say Youve wasted all the day
Oh Mr. Jones, now its terribly late Mr. Jones, its a quarter to eight Better say goodnight And blow out that light And get straight back to bed Mr. Jones are you comin to bed
Gloomy Sunday
((Adapted from: Vége A Világnak - 1930 (aka Szomorú Vasárnap - 1935))
Composer(s): Rezsô Seress - Sam M. Lewis
Performer(s): Hal Kemp & His Orch. (vocal: Bob Allen) - 1936
and multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1936 - Sombre Dimanche
1937 - Triste Domingo
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Talkin' New York Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan; Michel Montecrossa
Ramblin' outa the wild West Leavin' the towns I love the best Thought I'd seen some ups and down Til I come into New York town People goin' down to the ground Buildings goin' up to the sky
Wintertime in New York town The wind blowin' snow around Walk around with nowhere to go Somebody could freeze right to the bone I froze right to the bone New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then I swung on to my old guitar Grabbed hold of a subway car And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side Greenwich Village
I walked down there and ended up In one of them coffee-houses on the block Got on the stage to sing and play Man there said, "Come back some other day You sound like a hillbilly We want folk singers here"
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day I blowed inside out and upside down The man there said he loved m' sound He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound Dollar a day's worth
And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around I finally got a job in New York town In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joined the union and paid m' dues
Now, a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen It didn't take too long to find out Just what he was talkin' about A lot of people don't have much food on their table But they got a lot of forks n' knives And they gotta cut somethin'
So one mornin' when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town Pulled my cap down over my eyes And headed out for the western skies So long, New York Howdy, East Orange
Mr. Jaws Composer(s): Bill Ramal Performer(s): Dickie Goodman
We are here on the beach where a giant shark has just eaten a girl swimmer Well Mr. Jaws, how was it? "Dynomite" And what did she say when you grabbed her? "Please Mr. Please" I know sharks are stupid, but what did you think when you took that first bite? "How sweet it is" Mr. Jaws, before you swim out to sea, have you anything else to say? "Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?" With me now is the local sheriff Sheriff Brody, the shark will be back for lunch What do you intend to do? "Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight" Just arriving is oceanographer Matt Hooper Sir, if someone is attacked by a shark, what should they do? "Do the hustle" We are going aboard the fishing boat of Captain Quint Captain, will you be able to catch this giant shark? "I will", "I will", "I will" (thank you, captain) "I will" (captain!) "I will" (captain!) "I will" (captain!) When you catch one of these sharks, what do you feel like? "Like a Rhinestone Cowboy" We've just sighted the shark again He's coming straight for us. Captain Quint is shouting something at him "Get you baby one of these nights" Hey Jaws, the captain says he's going to catch you What do you think of that? "Jive talkin'" Uh-oh, here he comes again!
They've hit him! Mr. Jaws, why doesn't anything seem to hurt you? "Big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry" He's coming right onto the boat! Mr. Jaws, why are you grabbing my hand? "Wouldn't you give your hand to a friend?" No wait! Mr. Jaws! That's not the way this record is supposed to end! Help! Help!
Gloomy Composer(s): John C. Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival
Some people laugh in the dark Some people cry alone Some people talk without sayin' a thing And ev'rything turns out Gloomy
Some people count your money Someone is countin' your days And Somebody got to keep track of your mind When ev'rything turns out Gloomy
Brothers'll make you look sideways Fathers'll make you look back And when you're done talking, you still got to shoot Cause ev'rything turns out Gloomy
Talkin' 'Bout You ((French Version: Personne Au Monde (Eddy Mitchell) - 1965)) Composer(s): Ray Charles First release by: Ray Charles - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Ah, ha, ha, ha, da, dah-um-dah Ah, ha, ha, dah-um-dah, da Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ah, ha, ha-um-ha da
Who knows how to love me (talkin' about you) In my way (talkin' about you) Nobody but you (talkin' about you) Talkin' about you (talkin' about you) You know how to love me In my way Nobody but you I do mean you, you, you! Know how to love me In my way You're always there Every night and day Nobody but you I do mean you Talkin' 'bout you Whoa-oh yeah
I'm gonna talk Talk about you Every day Every night You know on Monday I'm gonna talk On Tuesday I'm gonna talk All day Wednesday I'm gonna talk
Every day (hey-ay-ay-ay) Every night (hey-ay-ay-ay) It's alright (hey-ay-ay-ay) Gonna talk (hey-ay-ay-ay) Talkin' 'bout (hey-ay-ay-ay) Tell my brother (hey-ay-ay-ay) Tell my mother (hey-ay-ay-ay) Tell my sister (hey-ay-ay-ay) Tell my father (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Come on (shout) You make me (shout) You make me (shout) You're makin' me (shout) Feel like I wanna (shout) Jump up now (shout) Come on now (shout) Everybody (shout) Everybody (shout) I'm feelin' (shout) That I wanna (shout)
Mister Heartache took me out tonight And we took in all the local spots in town Since you left me, Mister Heartache Has been good enough to show me all around
Mister Heartache, he keeps me company And I tell him things I'd like to say to you Mister Heartache's been my new date Ever since the day you told me we were through
He's with me constantly Though I don't want him around But he's always true to me He's the only one that won't let me down
Ah, Mister Heartache keeps me company And I tell him things I'd like to say to you Mister Heartache's been my new date Ever since the day you told me we were through
(Mister Heartache, Mister Heartache) Mister Heartache's been my new date Ever since the day you told me we were through
He's with me constantly Though I don't want him around But he's always true to me He's the only one that won't let me down
Yeah, Mister Heartache keeps me company And I tell him things I'd like to say to you Mister Heartache's been my new date Ever since the day you told me we were through
Gloom, Despair And Agony On Me Performer(s): Buck Owens & Roy Clark
Gloom, despair, and agony on me Deep, dark depression, excessive misery If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all Gloom, despair, and agony on me
We figured she was rich, loaded to the hilt And we figured she had class like the Vanderbilts 'Cause we had heard for years how she was so well reared How was we to know they meant the way she was built
Gloom, despair, and agony on me Deep, dark depression, excessive misery If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Talk To You Composer(s): Ronnie Lane - Steve Marriott Performer(s): The Small Faces
Listen It's been three months Since I was last with you Ha So many people trying to Stop me geting through Heah
The doorman he just laughed But I don't want no autograph Now, listen to me baby All I want to do Is talk to you Ha
You know I didn't stop you doin' Things you wanted to do But now it's gone too far It looks like I'm losing you Heah
But I don't want sympathy No, no, no But please don't turn your back on me Listen, baby All I want to do Is talk to you Heah
I gotta talk to you I gotta try to make you see Just how very, very much You mean to me Yep, yep, yeah, ha
Would it be too much To try and jog your memory? You remember me, baby, ha I hope that I'm still Part of your history, heah
Now I don't want to share your car No, no, no Or stop you being a star Ha All I want to All I want to do You know what I got to do Ha Got to keep on trying
Mr. Goldstone Composer(s): Jule Styne; Stephen Sondheim Performer(s): Bette Middler and various other artists
Herbie: Rose, this is Mr. Goldstone Momma Rose Have an eggroll, Mr. Goldstone Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone Any spare that I can spare I'll be glad to share!
Have a dish, have a fork, have a fish, have a pork Put your feet up Feel at home Have a smoke, have a Coke Would you like to hear a joke? I'll have June recite a poem!
Have a leechie, Mr. Goldstone Tell me any little thing that I can do Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone Have a kumquat, have two! Everybody give a cheer Santa Claus is sitting here Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Have a Goldstone, Mr. Eggroll Tell me any little thing that I can do Have some fried rice, Mr. Soy Sauce Have a cookie, have a few! What's the matter, Mr. G? Have another pot of tea Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Herbie There are good stones and bad stones and curbstones and gladstones and touchstones and such stones as them
Rose: There are big stones and small stones and grind stones and gall stones
All: but Goldstone is a gem!
There are milestones, there are mill stones There's a cherry, there's a yellow, there's a blue But we don't want any old stone, only Goldstone will do! Moon stones, sun stones We all scream for one stone Mr. Goldstone we love you! Goldstone!
