Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Dipsy Doodle Composer(s): Larry Clinton Performer(s): Tommy Dorsey and multiple other artists
The dipsy doodle is the thing to beware The dipsy doodle will get in your hair And if it gets you, it couldn't be worse The things you say will come out in reverse Like "You love I and me love you!" That's the way the dipsy doodle works You can't eat, you can't sleep You go crazy You're just a victim of the dipsy doodle And it's not your mind that's hazy It's your heart that's at fault - not your noodle You better listen and try to be good And try to do all the things that you should The dipsy doodle will get you some day And when it gets you the things you will say Like the moon jumped over the cow - hey diddle! That's the way the dipsy doodle works
Carry Me
Composer(s): J.R. Robertson - Tim Gordine
Performer(s): The Band
Sometimes life can hit so hard It can knock you off your feet Leave you stranded by the side of the road Livin' on the street
I've been down that path before From the bottom to the top I kept pushin' for something more And I didn't know how to stop
Save me from the madness Save me from myself Save me from the sadness Of losing someone else
Carry me carry me Carry me carry me Carry me home Carry me home
When I'm down You lift me up When I'm out you reel me in You have come to change my blood Forgive me for my sins
Carry me carry me Carry me carry me Carry me home Carry me home
Save me from the darkness Save me from the hardness Carry me carry me Carry me home
Just the other night I saw a haunted man He had a beautiful raincoat I felt a pain of terrific sadness for him Then I realized I was watching myself Six months down the road
You know God Only gives you The things you sort out Never the big stuff That way he can make sure That you stick around until The end of the party
Carry me carry me Carry me carry me Carry me home Carry me home
Save me from the darkness Save me from the hardness
F L B Composer(s): Léo Ferré Performer(s): Léo Ferré
L'eau cette glace non posée Cet immeuble cette mouvance Cette procédure mouillée Nous fait prisonnier sa cadence Nous dit de rester dans le clan A mâchonner les reverdures Sous les neiges de ce printemps A faire au froid bonne mesure
Cette matière nous parlant Ce silence troué de formes Et ces marins nous appelant Nos pas que le sable déforme Cette cruelle exhalaison Qui monte des nuits de l'enfance Quand on respire à reculons Une goulée de souvenance
Vers le vertige des suspects Sous la question qui les hasarde Vers le monde des muselés De la bouche et des mains cafardes Nous prierons Dieu quand Dieu priera Et nous coucherons sa compagne Sur nos grabats d'où chantera La chanterelle de nos pagnes
Mais Dieu ne fait pas le détail Il ne prête qu'à ses lumières Au renouvellement du bail Nous lui parlerons de son père Du fils de l'homme et du destin Quand nous descendrons sur la grève Et que dans la mer de satin Luiront les lèvres de nos rêves
Nous irons sonner la Raison A la colle de prétentaine Réveille-toi pour la saison C'est la Folie qui se ramène A bientôt Raison à bientôt Ici quelquefois tu nous manques Si tu armais tous nos bateaux Nous serions ta Folie de planque
On danse ce soir sur le quai Une rumba pas très cubaine Ça n'est plus Messieurs les Anglais Qui tirent leurs coups Capitaine! On a Jésus dans nos cirés Son tabernacle sous nos châles Pour quand s'en viendront se mouiller Vos torpilleurs sous nos bengales
Et ces maisons gantées de vent Avec leur fichu de tempête Quand la vague leur ressemblant Met du champagne sur nos têtes Ces toits leurs tuiles et nous et toi Cette raison de nous survivre Entends le bruit qui vient d'en bas C'est la mer qui ferme son livre...
The Diplomat Composer(s): Roger Bowling Performer(s): Johnny Cash
He slowly raised the trembling hand Gently brushed the silver strand of hair from his wrinkled brow Lips that used to talk so free The eyes that used to beckon me were silent now He listens to a passin' train Gives into an old familiar pain, familiar pain
They retired him twenty years ago gave him a watch made of gold and took his train
His woman's name was Margaret He loved her but she went away and left his heart undone He called this train the Diplomat She's the only other lady that he ever loved
Some forty years he made the steam From Memphis down to New Orleans but now he's off the line And the closest that he ever gets To Margaret or the Diplomat is in his mind
He said take me to the station the Diplomat is bringing Margaret home Can't you hear that whistle blowing they both know I've been alone for much too long Let's not keep 'em waitin' we'll talk about the good times later on Right now take me to the station the Diplomat is bringing Margaret home
They say he talks crazy when He sees the passin' train or when he hears Margaret's name But the only things he ever loved He lost before he loved enough, he's not to blame
So who's to say he's right or wrong Reachin' out and hangin' on To dreams he can't let go He threw the watch of gold away but keeps tracks of memories where he belongs
He said take me to the station the Diplomat is bringing Margaret home Can't you hear that whistle blowing they both know I've been alone for much too long Let's not keep 'em waitin' we'll talk about the good times later on Right now take me to the station the Diplomat is bringing Margaret home
They retired him twenty years ago gave him a watch made of gold And took daddy's train
Carrie-Ann
Composer(s): Allan Clarke - Tony Hicks - Graham Nash
First release by: The Hollies - 1967
Hey, Carrie-Anne
Hey, Carrie-Anne
When we were at school, our games were simple
I played a janitor, you played a monitor
Then you played with older boys and prefects
What's the attraction in what they're doing?
Hey, Carrie-Anne, what's your game now?
Can anybody play?
Hey, Carrie-Anne, what's your game now?
Can anybody play?
You were always something special to me
quite independent, never caring
You lost your charm as you were aging
Where is your magic disappearing?
You're so, so like a woman to me (so lke a woman to me)
So, so like a woman to me (like a woman to me)
People live and learn but you're still learning
You use my mind and I'll be your teacher
When the lesson's over, you'll be with me
Then I'll hear the other people saying
Carrie-Anne, Carrie-Anne, Carrie-Anne
Flashlight Composer(s): John Palumbo; Joey D'Amico; Jim Griffiths; Joe Macre; Rick Witkowski Performer(s): Crack The Sky
She was a true loser And he was nothing more They met one another She showed him her x-rays He turned on his flashlight of love She showed him her x-rays He turned on his flashlight of love She loved reading Cosmo He liked to wax his van They moved in together She showed him her x-rays He turned on his flashlight of love She showed him her x-rays He turned on his flashlight of love
She said it was over So he found something new They left one another She showing her x-rays He glowing his flashlight of love She showing her x-rays He glowing his flashlight of love She showing her x-rays He glowing his flashlight of love
The Diet Song Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Shel Silverstein and multiple other artists
Breakfast, black coffee, one slice of dry toast No butter, no jelly, no jam Lunch, just some lettuce, two celery stalks No booze, no potatoes, no ham Dinner, one chicken wing, broiled not fried No gravy, no biscuits, no pie And this dietin' dietin' dietin' dietin' Sure is a rough way to die
So pass me a carrot stick, peel me a prune A glass of skim milk and that`s all Turn off the TV, that Big Mac commercial It's drivin` me right up the wall And I`m thinkin` of french fries, sausage and waffles Spaghetti and cookies and cake And each night I`m dreamin` of chocolate ice cream And I`m starvin` to death when I wake
Supper, two pieces of cauliflower raw Some beefsteak the size of a nail One sliced tomato, a small dab of slaw I swear I ate better in jail Stop eatin' that pizza right under my nose Girl, that's the least you can do Put down that candy bar while I`m singin' I`m starvin' my buns off for you
You`re fixin' the kids all those creamed mashed potatoes But it's bouillon and water for me Hey, you got a lock on the refrigerator Lord knows where you`re hidin' the key While I`m starvin' for food late at night I`m starvin' for lovin` from you But you say that when I can see my own dick You`ll be glad to look at it too
So pass me a carrot stick, peel me a prune A glass of skim milk and that's all You and Jane Fonda and old Richard Simmons Are drivin` me right up the wall
Now when I am dead with the insurance paid You`ll look down at me and you`ll grin You`ll say, "Well, the boy tried and he suffered and died But don`t he look good when he`s thin", oh my
This dietin' dietin' dietin' dietin' Sure is a rough way to die
Carrickfergus (Traditional) Performer(s): The Dubliners
I wish I was in Carrickfergus Only for nights in Ballygrand I would swim over the deepest ocean Only for nights in Ballygrand
But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over And neither have I the wings to fly I wish I had a handsome boatman To ferry me over, my love and I
Now in Killenny it is reported On marble stones there as black as ink With gold and silver I would support her But I'll sing no more now till I get a drink
'Cause I am drunk today and I'm seldom sober A handsome rover from town to town Ah but i'm sick now my days are numbered Come all you young men and lay me down
Flash, Bang, Wallop! Composer(s): David Heneker Performer(s): Tommy Steele; Sammy Davis Jr.
(Smile please, all smile. You too, Sir) (I am smiling)
All lined up in a wedding group 'Ere we are for a photograph We're all dressed up in a morning suit All trying hard not to laugh Since the early caveman in his fur Took a trip to Gretna Green There's always been a photographer To record the 'appy scene.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Poor old soul, blimey, what a joke Hat blown off in a cloud of smoke Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
(Thanks very much, one more picture. Hold it!)
The same thing 'appened long ago When man was in his prime And what went on we only know From the snaps he took at the time When Adam and Eve in their birthday suit Decided to get wed As Adam was about to taste the fruit The man with the cam'ra said.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Poor old Eve, there with nothing on Face all red and 'er fig leaf gone Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum, W-e-e-a-ay! What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
(Thanks very much. One more picture, hold it!)
You've read it in a folio Or seen it in a Shakespeare play How Juliet fell for Romeo In the merry month of May And as 'e climbed the orchard wall To reach 'is lady fair As he tumbled, she began to bawl As he floated through the air.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Poor young chap, what a night 'e spent Tights all torn and 'is rapier bent Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet Bangin' on the big bass drum, W-e-e-a-ay! What a picture, what apicture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
(One more picture, hold it!)
King 'Enry the Eighth had several wives Including Anne Boleyn And he kept an album of their lives With all their photos in As Anne Boleyn was on her knees Dressed in her very best frock King 'Enry shouted, "Smile, Dear, please" As 'er 'ead rolled off the block.....
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph Comes the print in a little while Lost 'er 'ead, but she kept 'er smile Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet, Ye-e-a-y! Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
(Thank you very much. One more picture, hold it!)
When Napoleon married Josephine There was just the same to-do He galloped home from the battle scene All the way from Waterloo And as he came from orf 'is 'orse To the boudoir where she sat She said to 'im, in French of course As he took of his big cocked 'at
'Old it, flash, bang, wallop, what a picture What a picture, what a photograph There she was, with a big Hussar All caught up in 'er oh-la-la Clap 'ands, stamp yer feet, Ye-e-a-y! Bangin' on the big bass drum What a picture, what a picture Um-tiddly-um-pum-um-pum-pum Stick it in your fam'ly album
Stick it in your fam'ly Stick it in your fam'ly In your fam'ly album!
Flash - Ah - Saviour of the universe Flash - Ah - He'll save ev'ry one of us Seemingly there is no reason for these Extraordinary intergalactical upsets (ha ha ha) What's happening Flash? Only Dr Hans Zarkov formerly at N A S A Has provided any explanation Flash - Ah - He's a miracle This mornings unprecedented solar eclipse Is no cause for alarm Flash - Ah - King of the impossible He's for ev'ry one of us Stand for ev'ry one of us He'll save with a mighty hand Ev'ry man ev'ry woman ev'ry child With a mighty Flash General Kaka Flash Gordon approaching What do you mean Flash Gordon approaching? Open fire all weapons Dispatch war rocket Ajax to bring back his body
Flash - Ah Gordon's alive Flash - Ah - He'll save ev'ry one of us Just a man with a man's courage He knows nothing but a man But he can never fail No one but the pure in heart May find the golden grail oh oh oh oh Flash Flash I love you But we only have fourteen hours to save the Earth
The Diary Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield Performer(s): Neil Sedaka; Walter Wanderley
(Ah, ah, ah, ah) (Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
How I'd like to look into that little book The one that has the lock and key And know the boy that you care for The boy who's in your diary
When it's late at night what is the name you write? Oh, what I'd give if I could see Am I the boy that you care for? The boy who's in your diary
Do you recall and make note of all The little things I say and do? The name you underline, I'm hoping that it's mine Darling, I'm so in love with you-oo
Please don't leave me blue, make all my dreams come true You know how much you mean to me Say I'm the boy that you care for The boy who's in your di-a-ry
Carpet Man
Composer(s): Jimmy Webb
Performer(s): The 5th Dimension
and multiple other artists
When you see some puddles on the ground You lay down so she don't have to walk around You think that will protect her from the rain But you'll never ever stop the pain She walks all over you You know she can, she knows she can You're a carpet man, you're a carpet man
You take such care to keep that girl's feet clean Like she's some kind of figurine The world's so far below her it's not her scene And so she uses you to stand between She walks all over you You know she can, she knows she can You're a carpet man, you're a carpet man
I would think you'd get tired of hurtin' Every now and then It's no good down there that's for certain And carpets do get thin And that's when they have to be thrown away That's what she'll say to herself some sunny day And she'll say come to my wedding and of course you do And then the groom and her will have a dance on you She walks all over you You know she can, she knows she can You're a carpet man, you're a carpet man
Un soir qu'à l'improviste chtac Je frappe à ma porte toc toc
Sans réponse je pousse le loqu Et j'écoute gémir le hamac Grincer les ressorts du paddock J'avance dans le block Out et mon kodak Impressionne sur les plaques Sensibles de mon cerveau une vision de claque Je sens mon rythme cardiaque Qui passe brusquement à mach Deux tic tac tic tac tic tac tic tac Comme sous un électrochoc Elle était entre deux macaques Du genre festival à Woodstock Et semblait une guitare rock À deux jacks L'un à son trou d'obus l'autre à son trou de balle Crac
Eh doc... Qui moi paranoïaque? Demandez donc un peu au vioque Qui est portier de nuit au Rox Y Hôtel si je débloque
C'est là à jamais sur le bloc Notes de ma mémoire black Sur white et quoique Je fasse ça me reviendra en flash back Bordel jusqu'à ce que j'en claque
The Diamantina Drover Composer(s): Hugh MacDonald Performer(s): John Williamson and multiple other artists
The faces in the photograph have faded And I can't believe he looks so much like me For it's been ten years today Since I left for Old Cork Station Sayin' I won't be back till the drovin's done
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina And a drover finds it hard to change his mind For the years have surely gone Like the drays from Old Cork Sta-ation And I won't be back till the drovin's done
Well it seems like the sun comes up each mornin' Sets me up and takes it all away For the dreaming by the light Of the camp fire at ni-ight Ends with the burning by the day
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina And a drover finds it hard to change his mind For the years have surely gone Like the drays from Old Cork Sta-ation And I won't be back till the drovin's done
Sometimes I think I'll settle back in Sydney But it's been so long it's hard to change my mind For the cattle trail goes on and on And the fences roll forever And I won't be back till the drovin's done
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina And a drover finds it hard to change his mind For the years have surely gone Like the drays from Old Cork Sta-ation And I won't be back till the drovin's done
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina And a drover finds it hard to change his mind For the years have surely gone Like the drays from Old Cork Station And I won't be back till the drovin's done
Flamingos Fly Composer(s): Van Morrison Performer(s): Van Morrison; Sammy Hagar
Go for a ride In the still of the night And morning brings forth All this wonderful delight Couldn't have made it more plain When I heard that soft refrain And I heard you gently sigh
Wanna take you where flamingos fly, flamingos fly Way over yonder in the clear blue sky That's where flamingos fly
Lie in the dark With the sound of the nightingale Listen for a lark I will tell you a tale Breeze is blowin', blowin' outside Wanna take that moonlight ride When I hear you gently sigh
Wanna take you where flamingos fly, flamingos fly Way over yonder in the clear blue sky That's where flamingos fly
Well we're here and we're waiting For that morning light to shine And I'm looking at you looking at me looking right back at you And I'm anticipating Sounds along the way Looking at you looking at me looking right back at you, hey
I'll follow the road That will take me, take me right back home And carry that load Where the deer and the provincial angels roam Happiness touches, touches me now I know where it came from and how When I hear you gently sigh
Wanna take you where flamingos fly, flamingos fly Way over yonder in the clear blue sky That's where flamingos fly, flamingos fly Way over the rooftops of the houses I heard it one time, I heard it one time in a lullaby I heard it one time, I heard it one time in a lullaby Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere way over the rooftops of the houses Heard it one time in a lullaby Heard it one time, heard it one time in a lullaby
The Devil Went Down To Georgia Composer(s): Charlie Daniels - Charles Hayward - Tom Crain - Fred Edwards - Taz DiGregorio - James Marshall First release by: The Charlie Daniels Band - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
The devil went down to Georgia He was looking for a soul to steal He was in a bind 'Cause he was way behind And he was willing to make a deal
When he came upon this young man Sawing on a fiddle and plain' it hot And the devil jumped Up on a hickory stump And said boy let me tell you what
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy But give the devil his due I'll bet a fiddle of gold Against your soul 'Cause I think I'm better than you
The boy said my name's Johnny And it might be a sin But I'll take your bet And you're gonna regret 'Cause I'm the best there's ever been
The devil opened up his case And he said I'll start this show And fire flew from his fingertips As he rosined up his bow
Then he pulled the bow across the strings And it made a [sic] evil hiss And a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like this
When the devil finished Johnny said well you're pretty good old son Just sit right in that chair right there And let me show you how it's done
He played Fire on the Mountain Run boys, run The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken in a bread pan picking out dough Granny does your dog bite No child, no
The devil bowed his head Because he knew that he'd been beat And he laid that golden fiddle On the ground and Johnny's feet
Johnny said, Devil just come on back If you ever want to try again I done told you once you son of a bitch I'm the best there's ever been
And he played Fire on the Mountain Run boys, run The devil's in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken in a bread pan picking out dough Granny does your dog bite No child, no