Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Te Acuerdas María Composer(s): Augusto Algueró Performer(s): Nino Bravo
Te acuerdas María Que yo te cantaba Sentado a la sombra del viejo molino
Te acuerdas María Te miraban las aguas correr Tus ojos morenos flotando en el río
Que ayer nos amamos Creciendo en los valles Por los pastizales robaba tus besos Tu pelo muy suelto jugaba en el viento Y yo te queria con todo mi tiempo
Te acuerdas María Que yo te quería Te acuerdas María Qué noche más triste Cuando me dijiste Que tú te marchabas María, María
Hoy sólo nos queda el recuerdo Y el murmullo del viento Que sigue diciendo Te acuerdas María
You Don't Know (What It's Like To Be Near) Composer(s): Werner Theunissen Performer(s): Pussycat
If you say, that this life has a point to arrive you don't know what it's like to be here and if you think that time heals all troubles of mine you don't know what it's like to be near
('Cause) I've been trying so hard to get by but I've lost every move I could try All I'm asking from you is just look around too and feel me
Now if you say our cast needs the future, the past you don't know what it's like to be here and if you think, that I've every chance to survive you don't know what it's like to be near
('Cause) I've been trying so hard to get by but I've lost every move I could try All I'm asking from you is just look around too and feel me
Here's a chance you could grow now I need your loving so but you don't know what it's like to be near
Gold Watch Blues Composer(s): Mick Softley Performer(s): Donovan; Mick Softley
I went up for my interview on the fourth day of July First old man he questioned me until I nearly cried Made me fill in forms until I shook with fear About the colour of my toilet roll and if my cousin's queer
Chorus:
Here's your goldwatch and the shackles for your chain And your piece of paper to say you left here sane And if you've a son who wants a good career Just get him to sign on the dotted line and work for fifty years
Chorus
He asked me how many jobs I'd had before He nearly had a heart attack when I answered, four Four jobs in twenty years, oh, this can never be We only take on men who work until they die
Chorus
He took me outside to where the gravestones stand in line This is where we bury them in quick-stone and in lime And if you come to work for us on this you must agree That if you're going to die please do it during tea
Chorus
This story that you heard you may think rather queer But it is the truth you'll be surprised to hear I did not want no job upon the board I just wanted to take a broom and sweep the bloody floor
Te Acordarás De Mi Composer(s): P. Ruiz - M. de la Calva - R. Arcusa Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Aunque el corazón te diga a gritos que hay en tu horizonte un nuevo sol aunque tus deseos infinitos traten de encontrar un nuevo amor Aunque nuestros ojos no se abracen ni hablen nuestros cuerpos con pasión aunque grites para convencerte que no queda nada entre los dos Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi aunque no quieras tú te acordarás de mi Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi aunque te duela tú te acordarás de mi Aunque te engalanes de sonrisas y quieras mostrarte muy feliz aunque si me ves pases de prisa yo no estoy detrás estoy en ti Aunque te repitas cada noche que como tu amante fracase que no te hacen falta mis caricias que es una mentira de los dos Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi aunque no quieras tú te acordarás de mi Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi aunque te duela tú te acordarás de mi Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi aunque no quieras tú te acordarás de mi Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi aunque te duela tú te acordarás de mi Te acordarás de mi, te acordarás de mi aunque no quieras tú te acordarás de mi
Goldmine Composer(s): Andy Goldmark; Bruce Roberts Performer(s): the Pointer Sisters
Flowers arrive Who else whould think of that but my guy He's all heart and all mine Ooh, and I don't have to be Miss Perfect One For him to love what he sees I can feel it in the little things he does What I found he's every woman's dream
My baby he's a goldmine Ooh, what he does just keeps my heart in love My baby he's a goldmine Ooh, all he does just keeps me here in love
Five times a day He calls me up to say, "How ya doin' babe" He's just that way Leaves me little notes by my coffee cup The sweetest poetry to me Ooh and every night he tells me with his touch The way he moves just makes me want to scream
His eyes were fire, my heart was cold My arms were ready for new love to hold He makes me feel something that I've never known When you find someone like him, you don't let go
Girl's got a goldmine and he's so fine Girl's got a goldmine and he's all mine Baby's got a goldmine, treats me so kind Loves me rain or shine My baby's divine
I can feel the little things that he does What I found is every woman's dream
Tchepone Composer(s): Chuck Rosenberg - Robin Thomas - Toby Hughes Performer(s): Toby Hughes
I was hanging 'round Ops just spending my time not on the schedule not earning a dime When a colonel steps up and he says I suppose you fly a fighter by the cut of your clothes He figures me right 'm, a good one I say
Do you happen to have me a target today? He says Yes I do, a real easy one No sweat my boy it's an old time milk run
I gets all excited and ask where it's at He gives me a wink and a tip of his hat
Two-fifty miles away from home drome a sweet little hamlet that's known as Tchepone
Oh, you'll sure love Tchepone
I get on my G-suit and strap on my gun Helmet and gloves out the door on the run Fire up my Phantom and take to the air Two's tucked in tight and we haven't a care In forty five minutes we're over the town From twenty eight thousand we're screaming on down Arm up the switches and dial in the mils Rack up the wings and roll in for the kill
I feel a bit sorry for folks down below Of destruction that's coming they surely don't know
The thought passes quickly We know a war's on On down we scream toward peaceful Tchepone
Unsuspecting, peaceful Tchepone Release altitude and the pipper's not right I'll press just a little and lay 'em in tight
I pickle those beauties at two point five grand I'm starting my pull when it all hits the fan
A black puff in front and then two off the right Six or eight more and I suck it up tight There's small arms and tracer and heavy ack ack It's scattered to broken with all kinds of flack
I jink hard to left and head out for the blue My wingman says Lead, they're shooting at you!
No Bull, I cry as I point it for home Still comes the fire from the town of Tchepone
Dirty, deadly Tchepone
I make it back home with six holes in my bird With the colonel that sent me I'd sure like a word He's nowhere around though I look near and far He's gone back to Seventh to help run the war I've been round this country for many a day I've seen all the things that they're throwing my way
I know that there's places I don't like to go down in the Delta and in Tally Ho
But I'll bet all my flight pay the jock ain't been born Who can keep all his cool when he's over Tchepone
Taxman ((Dutch Version: Taksman (Mal Evans Memorial Band) - 2007)) Composer(s): George Harrison First release by: The Beatles - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Let me tell you how it will be There's one for you, nineteen for me 'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
Should five per cent appear too small Be thankful I don't take it all 'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah I'm the taxman
If you drive a car, I'll tax the street If you try to sit, I'll tax your seat If you get too cold I'll tax the heat If you take a walk, I'll tax your feet
Don't ask me what I want it for If you don't want to pay some more 'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman
Now my advice for those who die Declare the pennies on your eyes 'Cause I'm the taxman, yeah, I'm the taxman And you're working for no one but me
Goldfinger Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse; Anthony Newley; John Barry Performer(s): Shirley Bassey
Goldfinger, he's the man, the man with the Midas touch A spider's touch Such a cold finger beckons you to enter his web of sin But don't go in
Golden words he will pour in your ear But his lies can't disguise what you fear For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her It's the kiss of death from Mister
Goldfinger, pretty girl, beware of this heart of gold This heart is cold
Golden words he will pour in your ear But his lies can't disguise what you fear For a golden girl knows when he's kissed her It's the kiss of death from Mister
Goldfinger, pretty girl, beware of this heart of gold This heart is cold He loves only gold Only gold He loves gold He loves only gold Only gold He loves gold!!!!!!
Sequel Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
So here she's actin' happy inside her handsome home And me, I'm flyin' in my taxi, takin' tips and gettin' stoned
I got into town a little early Had eight hours to kill before the show First I thought about heading up north of the bay Then I knew where I had to go
I thought about taking a limousine Or at least a fancy car But I ended up taking a taxi 'Cause that's how I got this far
You see, ten years ago it was the front seat Drivin' stoned and feelin' no pain Now here I am straight and sittin' in the back Hitting Sixteen Parkside Lane
The driveway was the same as I remembered And a butler came and answered the door He just shook his head when I asked for her And said "She doesn't live here anymore"
But he offered to give me the address That they were forwarding her letters to I just took it and returned to the cabbie And said "I got one more fare for you"
And so we rolled back into the city Up to a five store old brownstone I rang the bell that had her name on the mailbox The buzzer said somebody's home
And the look on her face as she opened the door Was like an old joke told by a friend It'd taken ten more years but she'd found her smile And I watched the corners start to bend
And she said, "How are you Harry? Haven't we played this scene before?" I said "It's so good to see you, Sue Had to play it out just once more" Play it out just once more
She said I've heard you flying high on my radio I answered "It's not all it seems" That's when she laughed and she said, "It's better sometimes When we don't get to touch our dreams"
That's when I asked her where was that actress She said "That was somebody else" And then I asked her why she looked so happy now She said "I finally like myself, at last I like myself"
So we talked all through that afternoon Talking about where we'd been We talked of the tiny difference Between ending and starting to begin We talked because talking tells you things Like what you really are thinking about But sometimes you can't find what you're feeling Till all the words run out
So I asked her to come to the concert She said "No, I work at night" I said, "We've gotten too damn good at leaving, Sue" She said, "Harry, you're right"
Don't ask me if I made love to her Or which one of us started to cry Don't ask me why she wouldn't take the money that I left If I answered at all I'd lie
So I thought about her as I sang that night And how the circle keeps rolling around How I act as I'm facing the footlights And how she's flying with both feet on the ground
I guess it's a sequel to our story From the journey 'tween heaven and hell With half the time thinking of what might have been and half thinkin' just as well
Golden Years Composer(s): David Bowie Performer(s): David Bowie; and various other artists
Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Look at that sky, life's begun Nights are warm and the days are young Come get up my baby
There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby
Last night they loved you, opening doors and pulling some strings, angel Come get up my baby In walked luck and you looked in time Never look back, walk tall, act fine Come get up my baby
I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby
Some of these days, and it won't be long Gonna drive back down where you once belonged In the back of a dream car twenty foot long Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart Doing all right, but you gotta get smart Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord I believe all the way Come get up my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years
There's my baby, lost that's all Once I'm begging you save her little soul Golden years, gold whop whop whop Come get up my baby
Don't let me hear you say life's taking you nowhere, angel Come get up my baby Run for the shadows, run for the shadows Run for the shadows in these golden years
I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years Nothing's gonna touch you in these golden years, gold Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop Golden years, gold whop whop whop
Taxi Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
It was raining hard in 'Frisco I needed one more fare to make my night A lady up ahead waved to flag me down She got in at the light
Oh, where you going to, my lady blue It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain She just looked out the window, and said "Sixteen Parkside Lane"
Something about her was familiar I could swear I'd seen her face before But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken" And she didn't say anything more
It took a while, but she looked in the mirror And she glanced at the license for my name A smile seemed to come to her slowly It was a sad smile, just the same And she said, "How are you Harry?" I said, "How are you Sue? Through the too many miles and the too little smiles I still remember you"
It was somewhere in a fairy tale I used to take her home in my car We learned about love in the back of the Dodge The lesson hadn't gone too far You see, she was gonna be an actress And I was gonna learn to fly She took off to find the footlights And I took off to find the sky
Oh, I've got something inside me To drive a princess blind There's a wild man, wizard He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind Oh, I've got something inside me Not what my life's about Cause I've been letting my outside tide me Over 'till my time, runs out
Baby's so high that she's skying Yes she's flying, afraid to fall I'll tell you why baby's crying Cause she's dying, aren't we all
There was not much more for us to talk about Whatever we had once was gone So I turned my cab into the driveway Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns And she said we must get together But I knew it'd never be arranged And she handed me twenty dollars For a two fifty fare, she said "Harry, keep the change" Well another man might have been angry And another man might have been hurt But another man never would have let her go... I stashed the bill in my shirt
And she walked away in silence It's strange, how you never know But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for Such a long, long time ago
You see, she was gonna be an actress And I was gonna learn to fly She took off to find the footlights And I took off for the sky And here, she's acting happy Inside her handsome home And me, I'm flying in my taxi Taking tips, and getting stoned I go flying so high, when I'm stoned
Golden Vanity Dutch Title: Noordzee Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey; Mary Travers; Peter Yarrow Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary
There was a ship that sailed all on the lowland sea And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity And we feared she would be taken by the Spanish enemy As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland Sailed upon the lowland sea
Then up spoke our cabinboy and boldly out spoke he And he said to our captain "What will you give to me If I swim along the side of the Spanish enemy And I sink her in the lowland sea?"
"Oh I will give you silver and I will give you gold And my own fair daughter your bonny bride shall be If you'll swim along the side of the Spanish enemy And you'll sink her in the lowland, lowland, lowland Sink her in the lowland sea
Then the boy he made him ready and overboard sprang he And he swam to the side of the Spanish enemy With his brace and auger in her side he bored holes three And sank he her in the lowland sea
Then quickly he swam back to the cheering of the crew But the captain would not heed him, his promise he did rue And he scorned his poor entreatings when loudly he did sue And left him in the lowland,lowland, lowland Left him in the lowland sea
Then the boy he turned round and he swam to the port side And up to his messmates full bitterly he cried "O messmates, draw me up, for I'm drifting with the tide And I'm sinking in the lowland, lowland, lowland Sinking in the lowland sea"
Then his messmates drew him up, but on the deck he died And they stitched him in a hammock which was so fair and white And they low'red him overboard, and he drifted with the tide And he sank into the lowland, lowland, lowland Sank into the lowland sea
There was a ship that sailed all on the lowland sea And the name of the ship was the Golden Vanity And we feared she would be taken by the Spanish enemy As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland Sailed upon the lowland sea
As she sailed upon the lowland, lowland, lowland Sailed upon the lowland sea
Tavistock Goosey Fair Composer(s): C. John Tryhall
'Tis just a month come Friday next, Bill Champerdown and me Us traipsed across old Darty Moor, the Goosey Fair to see Us made ourselves quite fitty, us greased and oiled our hair Then off us goes in our Sunday clothes behind old Bill's grey mare
Us smelled the sage and onion 'alf a mile from Whitchurch Down And didn't us 'ave a blow out when us come into the town And there us met Ned Hannoford, Jan Steer and Nicky Square And it seemed to we, all Devon must be to Tavistock Goosey Fair
And its oh, and where be a-going And what be a-doing of there Heave down your prong and stamp along To Tavistock Goosey Fair
Us went to see the 'orses and the 'effers and the yews Us went on all them roundabouts and into all the shows And then it started raining and blowing in our face So off us goes down to the Rose to 'ave a dish of tay
And then us had a sing song and the folks kept dropping in And what with one an' t'other, well, us had a drop of gin And what with one an' t'other, us didn't seem to care Whether us was to Bellever Tor or Tavistock Goosey Fair
And its oh, and where be a-going And what be a-doing of there Heave down your prong and stamp along To Tavistock Goosey Fair
'Twere raining streams and dark as pitch when us trotted 'ome that night An' when us got past Merrivale Bridge, our mare, 'er took a fright Says I to Bill, "Be careful, you'll 'ave us in them drains" Says 'e to me, "Cor bugger, why 'aven't you got the reins?"
Just then the mare ran slap against a whacking great big stone 'Er kicked the trap to flibbits and 'er trotted off alone And when it come to reckoning, 'tweren't no use standing there Us 'ad to traipse 'ome thirteen mile from Tavistock Goosey Fair
And its oh, and where be a-going And what be a-doing of there Heave down your prong and stamp along To Tavistock Goosey Fair
People let me tell you that the time In your life, when you find who you are That's the golden time of day
And then in your mind you will find You're upright, shining star That's the golden time of day
When you feel deep inside All the love you're looking for Don't it make you feel okay
That's like the time of the day When the sun's going down That's the golden time of day Ooh-oooh, that's the golden time of day Oh-ooh-hah-ooh-aah-aahhh, that's the golden time of day
(Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Ooh, shine children, shine (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Let your lovelight shine (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Feel it, feel it (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Oh, shining, to believe in love (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Look above and give your heart, yeah, yeah (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Yeah, if you believe in love, shine (Shining, can't you see it shining, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-aah) Shine, shine your love, shine your love, shine your love (Shining, can't you see it shining)
Tausend Wunder ((Swedish Version: Jag Skall Göra Allt (Agnetha Fälskog)) Composer(s): Agnetha Fälskog - Ben Juris Performer(s): Agnetha Fälskog
Daß die Nebel steigen in den Bergen Daß die Wolken immer weiterziehen Es muß so sein und keiner hält sie auf
Daß die Blumen blühen auf den Wiesen Daß die Sonne abends untergeht Er ist irgendwo und hat es so bestimmt
Tausend Wunder gibt es auf dieser Welt Tausend Wunder, die wir nicht sehen Tausend Wunder, sind sie auch noch so klein Sie geschehen tagaus, tagein Mach' die Augen auf, denn schön ist diese Welt
Daß es Liebe gibt hier auf der Erde Daß du Freunde hast die dich verstehen Daß du Träume hast die in Erfüllung gehen
Daß du traurig warst und wieder glücklich bist Und voll Hoffnung in die Zukunft siehst Er ist irgendwo und hat es so bestimmt
Tausend Wunder gibt es auf dieser Welt Tausend Wunder, die wir nicht sehen Tausend Wunder, sind sie auch noch so klein Sie geschehen tagaus, tagein Mach' die Augen auf, denn schön ist diese Welt
Mutual Admiration Society Composer(s): Matt Dubey; Harold Karr Performer(s): Jaye P. Morgan and various other artists
We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
I think he's handsome and he's smart I thinks that she's a work of art I say that he's the greatest man And likewise I'm her biggest fan I say her kisses are like wine His kiss is just is good as mine And that's the way we pass the time of day My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
I say now you're the sweetest one I say, no you're the sweetest one She claims that I'm a natural wit He says it's just the opposite The only fighting that we do is Just who loves who more than who And we go on like that from night til dawn My baby and me Oh, we belong to a Mutual Admiration Society
Now I do not exaggerate I think she's nothing short of great I say that kind of flattery Will get you any place with me The way we carry on it tends To just embarass all our friends And that is how we'll still be years from now My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society My baby and me We belong to a Mutual Admiration Society My baby and me
Golden Ring Composer(s): Bobby Braddock; Rafe Van Hoy Performer(s): Tammy Wynette; and various other artists
In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display She smiles and nods her head As he says: "Honey that's for you "It's not much, but it's the best "That I can do"
Golden ring, (Golden ring) With one tiny little stone Waiting there, (Waiting there) For someone to take to you home By itself, (By itself) It's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a little wedding chapel Later on that afternoon An old upright piano Plays that old familiar tune Tears roll down her cheeks And happy thoughts run through her head As he whispers low "With this ring, I thee wed"
Golden ring, (Golden ring) With one tiny little stone Waiting there, (Waiting there) For someone to take to you home By itself, (By itself) It's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a small two room apartment As they fought their final round He says: "You won't admit it "But I know you're leavin' town" She says: "One thing's for certain "I don't love you any more" And throws down the ring As she walks out the door
Golden ring, (Golden ring) With one tiny little stone Waiting there, (Waiting there) For someone to take to you home By itself, (By itself) It's just a cold metallic thing Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a pawn shop in Chicago On a sunny summer day A couple gazes at the wedding rings There on display