Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Final Cut Composer(s): Roger Waters First release by: Pink Floyd - 1983
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall Dial the combination, open the priesthole And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall
There's a kid who had a big hallucination Making love to girls in magazines He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith Could anybody love him Or is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you And show you my weak side What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone? Would you send me packing? Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings Thought I oughta tear the curtain down I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut
"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it Okay, listen it's a HaHa!"
Catfish John
Composer(s): Bob McDill - Allen Reynolds
First release by: Johnny Russell - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
Momma said don't go near that river Don't be hangin' 'round old Catfish John But come the morning I'd always be there Walking in his footsteps in that sweet delta dawn
Born a slave in the town of Vicksburg Traded for a chestnut mare But he never spoke in anger Though his load was hard to bear
Momma said don't go near that river Don't be hangin' 'round old Catfish John But come the morning I'd always be there Walking in his footsteps in that sweet delta dawn
Let me dream of another morning Of a time so long ago Where the sweet magnolias blossom And cotton fields were white as snow
Momma said don't go near that river Don't be hangin' 'round old Catfish John But come the morning I'd always be there Walking in his footsteps in that sweet delta dawn
Fields Of Athenry Composer(s): Pete St. John First recording/First release by: Danny Doyle - 1979/1980 Covered by multiple other artists
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling "Michael, they have taken you away For you stole Trevelyan's corn So the young might see the morn Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay"
Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling "Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free Against the famine and the crown I rebelled, they cut me down Now you must raise our child with dignity"
Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
By a lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star fall As the prison ship sailed out against the sky For she lived to hope and pray for her love in Botany Bay It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
Low lie the fields of Athenry Where once we watched the small free birds fly Our love was on the wing We had dreams and songs to sing It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry
Catfish Blues ((aka Rollin' Stone (Muddy Waters And His Guitar) - 1950))
Composer(s): Robert Petway
First release by: Robert Petway - 1941
Covered by multiple other artists
Well I wish I was a catfish swimmin' in a oh, deep, blue sea I would have all you good lookin' women
Fishin', fishin' after me Sure 'nough, a-after me Sure 'nough, a-after me Oh 'nough, oh 'nough, sure 'nough
I went to my baby's house and I sit down oh, on her steps She said, "Now, come on in now, Muddy You know, my husband just now left Sure 'nough, he just now left Sure 'nough, he just now left" Sure 'nough, oh well, oh well
Well, my mother told my father just before hmmm, I was born "I got a boy child's comin' He's gonna be, he's gonna be a rollin' stone Sure 'nough, he's a rollin' stone Sure 'nough, he's a rollin' stone" Oh well he's a, oh well he's a, oh well he's a
Well, I feel, yes I feel feel that I could lay down oh, time ain't long I'm gonna catch the first thing smokin' back, back down the road I'm goin' Back down the road I'm goin' Back down the road I'm goin' Sure 'nough back, sure 'nough back
Fool For Love Performer(s): Michael Bolton & Johnny Hallyday
Je vous préviens, n'approchez pas Que vous soyez flic ou badaud Je tue celui qui fait un pas Je ne ferai pas de cadeau
Eteignez tous ces projecteurs Et baissez ces fusils braqués Non, je ne vais pas m'envoler sans elle
I took her life, her tender life I couldn't bear the thing to see And life and love and give herself To any other man than me
So if my world will end tonight I will not cry I do not care I'll meet her in another life somewhere
I was a fool, a fool for love A fool who believed That she came from above I'll stay a fool until I die She was my world, my breath, my sky
I'm just a fool who lost her control Along with my soul In time a fool becomes a clown And you will laugh as I fall down
We'll never be in peace again I'll never feel her warm caress And live each day just thinking of My angel in a pale blue dress
Je vais ouvrir grand les volets Crevez-moi le cur je suis prêt Je veux m'endormir pour toujours près d'elle
I was a fool, a fool for love A foll who believed that she came From above I'll stay a fool until I die She was my world, my breath, my sky I'm just a fool who lost her control Along with my soul In time a fool becomes a clown And you will laugh as I As I fall down
The Fiddle And The Drum Composer(s): Joni Mitchell First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
And so once again My dear Johnny my dear friend And so once again you are fightin' us all And when I ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry, and I fall Oh, my friend How did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say I have turned Like the enemies you've earned But I can remember All the good things you are And so I ask you please Can I help you find the peace and the star Oh, my friend What time is this To trade the handshake for the fist
And so once again Oh, America my friend And so once again You are fighting us all And when we ask you why You raise your sticks and cry and we fall Oh, my friend How did you come To trade the fiddle for the drum
You say we have turned Like the enemies you've earned But we can remember All the good things you are And so we ask you please Can we help you find the peace and the star Oh my friend We have all come To fear the beating of your drum
Fool For A Cigarette/Feelin' Good (Medley) Composer(s): Sidney Bailey; J.B. Lenoir; Jim Dickinson Performer(s): Ry Cooder
Uhm, I'm a fool for a cigarette Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Mind when you throw your cigarette Mind when you throw your cigarette When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette Uhm, I'm fool for a cigarette When you've finished choke it 'cause I wanna smoke it Lord, I'm fool for a cigarette
Feelin' good, feelin' good All the money in the world spent onl feelin' good Well, the wino met me on the streets Said, "Help me on to some Sneakin' Pete Please, help me brother, I wish you would 'Cause I feel so bad and I wanna feel good" Feelin' good, feelin' good All the money in the world is spent on feelin' good
Well, you see them folks all dressed so fine Dancing, drinking champagne and wine They'd pinch your pockets now if they could 'Cause they ain't doing nothing but feelin' good Feelin' good, feelin' good All the money in the world is spent on feelin' good
Red, yellow, black or tan Makes no difference: a man's a man They oughta live together now if they could Then the whole wide world would be feelin' good Feelin' good, feelin' good All the money in the world spent on feelin' good Feelin' good, feelin' good All the money in the world spent on feelin' good
The Fever Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1998 Covered by multiple other artists
When I get home from my job I turn on my T.V. But I can't keep my mind on the show When I lay down at night I don't get no sleep So I turn on the radio But, Lord, the only thing I hear Is you whisperin' in my ear The words that you used to say Well, now the days grow longer My love grows stronger And the fever gets worse every day
I got a fever for a girl He's got the fever Oh, he's got the fever Nothing that a boy can do When he's got the fever for a girl He's got the fever Oh, he's got the fever Left this little boy blue
I can remember comin' home See you standin' at the stove With the dishes on the table Dinner ready to go Or maybe out to a movie show Something that you'd like to see Oh, you were my sun in the morning And my moon at night When you put your arms around me Made me fell alright Well, now the days grow longer And my love just grows stronger And the fever gets so bad at night
I got a fever for a girl He's got the fever Oh, he's got the feverNothing that a boy can do When he's got the fever for a girl He's got the fever Oh, he's got the fever Left this little boy blue
It's gonna be alright, now If I can make it to the morning I'm gonna be alright, now If I can just make it to the morning
It's just this long and lonely nights Everytime I close my eyes All I see is her face Everytime I shut my eyes All I see is her face But I'm gonna be alright, now I'll be alright, now When I shut down all the lights When I turn off all the lights When I turn down all the lights And when I lay my head on the pillow I can't stop myself in thinking "Baby, where are you tonight?" "Where is she tonight?"
Caterina
((Dutch Version: Caterina (Helmut Lotti) - 2006))
Composer(s): Earl Shuman - Maurice "Bugs" Bower
First release by: Perry Como - 1962
Covered by multiple other artists
Caterina, oh, ho, ho (oh, ho, ho)
When we kiss, purty miss
Purty miss, I'm in ectasy
(Si, si, si, si)
Caterina, oh, ho, ho, ho (oh, ho, ho, ho)
When we kiss, purty miss
Purty miss, are you thinking of me
(Are you thinking of me)
Caterina, ha, ha, ha (ha, ha, ha)
Just how long is the list
Is the list of the lips you've kissed
Oh, how happy my heart would be
If I knew that you loved just me
Say it's true, say you do, Caterina
Caterina, oh, ho, ho (oh. ho, ho)
When we kiss, purty miss
Purty miss, I'm in ectasy
(Si, si, si, si)
Caterina, oh, ho, ho, ho (oh, ho, ho, ho)
When we kiss, purty miss
Purty miss, are you thinking of me
(Are you thinking of me)
Caterina, ha, ha, ha (ha, ha, ha)
Just how long is the list
Is the list of the lips you've kissed
Oh, how happy my heart would be
If I knew that you loved just me
Say it's true (say it's true)
Say you do (say you do)
Cateri (Cateri, Cateri, Caterina)
Fool (If You Think It's Over) Composer(s): Chris Rea Performer(s): Chris Rea; and various other artists
A dying flame, you're free again Who could love and do that to you All dressed in black, he won't be coming back Save your tears, you've got years and years The pains of seventeen's Unreal they're only dreams Save your crying for the day
Fool if you think it's over 'Cos you said goodbye Fool if you think it's over I'll tell you why New born eyes always cry with pain At the first look at the morning sun You're a fool if you think it's over It's just begun
Miss teenage dream, such a tragic scene he knocked your crown and ran away First wound of pride and how you cried and cried But save your tears you've got years and years
Fool if you think it's over 'Cos you said goodbye Fool if you think it's over I'll tell you why New born eyes always cry with pain At the first look at the morning sun You're a fool if you think it's over It's just begun
I'll buy your first good wine We'll have a real good time Save your crying for the day That may not come but anyone Who had to pay would laugh at you and say
Fool if you think it's over 'Cos you said goodbye Fool if you think it's over I'll tell you why
Father Of A Boy Named Sue Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
OK, now, years ago, I wrote a song called "A Boy Named Sue" And, that was OK and everything except, then I started to think about it, and I thought, it is unfair I am, I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's point of view And as I get more older and more fatherly, I begin to look at things from old men's point of view So, I decided to give the old man equal time OK, here we go...
Yeah, I left home when the kid was three And it sure felt good to be fancy free Though I knew it wasn't quite the the fatherly thing to do But that kid kept screaming and throwing up And pissing in his pants till I had enough So just for revenge I went and named him Sue Yeah!
It was Gatlinburg in mid July I was getting drunk but getting by Getting old and going from bad to worse
When through the door with an awful scream Comes the ugliest queen I've ever seen He says, "My name is Sue, how do you do?" Then he hits me with his purse
Now this ain't the way he tells the tell But he scratched my face with his fingernails And then he bit my thumb And kicked me with his high heel shoe
So I hit him in the nose and he started to cry And he threw some perfume in my eye And it sure ain't easy fighting an old boy named Sue
So I hit him in the head with a cane back chair And he screamed, "Hey dad, you mussed my hair!" And he hit me in the navel and knocked out a piece of my lint
He was spitting blood, I was spitting teeth And we crashed through the wall and out into the street Kicking and gouging in the mud and the blood and the crème de menthe
Then out of his garter he pulls a gun I'm about to get shot by my very own son He's screaming about Sigmund Freud and looking grim - woo So I though fast and I told him some stuff How I named him Sue just to make him tough And I guess he bought it 'cause now I'm living with him
Yea he cooks and sews and cleans up the place He cuts my hair and shaves my face And irons my shirts better than a daughter could do And on the nights that I can't score Well, I can't tell you any more But it sure is a joy to have a boy named Sue Yeah a son is fun but it's a joy to have a boy named Sue!
Caterina
((Adapted from: Caterina (Perry Como) - 1962))
Composer(s): Earl Shuman - Maurice "Bugs" Bower
Performer(s): Helmut Lotti - 2006
Caterina, O Ho Ho! (O' Ho, Ho Ho!)
Als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Ben ik in extase! (ja, ja, ja, ja!)
Caterina, O Ho, Ho Ho! (O Ho, Ho Ho!)
Maar als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Denk je dan wel aan mij?
(Denk je dan wel aan mij?)
Caterina! Ha, Ha, Ha! (Ha, Ha, Ha!)
Hoe lang is de lijst, is de lijst
Van de lippen die je kuste?
O hoe gelukkig zou ik zijn
Als ik wist dat je enkel van mij hield
Zeg dat het waar is, zeg dat het zo is, Caterina!
Caterina, O Ho Ho! (O' Ho, Ho Ho!)
Als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Ben ik in extase! (ja, ja, ja, ja!)
Caterina, O Ho, Ho Ho! (O Ho, Ho Ho!)
Maar als we kussen, knap meisje, knap meisje
Denk je dan wel aan mij? (Denk je dan wel aan mij?)
Caterina! Ha, Ha, Ha! (Ha, Ha, Ha!)
Hoe lang is de lijst, is de lijst
Van de lippen die je kuste?
O hoe gelukkig zou ik zijn
Als ik wist dat je enkel van mij hield
Zeg dat het waar is! (Zeg dat het waar is!)
Zeg dat het zo is! (Zeg dat het zo is!)
Caterina!
Food, Glorious Food Composer(s): Lionel Bart Performer(s): Tony Osborne Orch.; and various other artists
Boys: Is it worth the waiting for? If we live 'til eighty four All we ever get is gru...el! Ev'ry day we say our prayer Will they change the bill of fare? Still we get the same old gru...el! There is not a cust, not a crumb can we find Can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill When we all close our eyes and imag...ine
Food, glorious food! Hot sausage and mustard! While we're in the mood Cold jelly and custard! Pease pudding and saveloys! What next is the question? Rich gentlemen have it, boys In-di-gestion!
Food, glorious food! We're anxious to try it Three banquets a day Our favourite diet!
Just picture a great big steak Fried, roasted or stewed Oh, food Wonderful food Marvellous food Glorious food
Food, glorious food! What is ther emore handsome? Gulped, swallowed or chewed Still worth a kin's ransom What is it we dream about? Wat brings on a sigh? Piled pieahes and cream, about Six feet high!
Food, glorious food! Eat right through the menu Just loosen your belt Two inches and then you Work up a new appetite In this interlude The food Once again, food Fabulous food Glorious food
Food, glorious food! Don't care what it looks like Burned! Underdone! Crude! Don't care what the cook's like Just thinking of growing fat Our senses go reeling One moment of knowing that Full-up feeling!
Food, glorious food! What wouldn't we give for That extra bit more That's all that we live for Why should we be fated to Do nothing but brood On food Magical food Wonderful food Marvellous food Fabulous food
Catchin' On Fast
Composer(s): Bill Giant - Bernie Baum - Florence Kaye
Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Won't you show me how to kiss Put your lips on mine Do you do it just like this Tell me I'm doing fine We got a good thing going now take your time Come on and make it last Love may be new to you but Oooh, I'm catchin' on fast
Give, give, gimme all you've got to give Love, love, love every moment you live Now you've taught me all you know Have I passed the test Show me all you've got to show Baby you're the best
But tell me I've learned quickly and I know each trick I'm sure love's gonna last Love maybe new to you but Oooh I'm catchin' on fast
Food For Thought Composer(s): UB40 Performer(s): UB40; Stylus Junkies
Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies
Skin and bones is creeping, does`nt know he`s dead Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head Politician`s argue sharpening their knives Drawing up their Bargains, trading baby lives
(Chorus)
Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west
Hear the bells are ringing, Christmas on it`s way Hear the angels singing, what is that they say? Eat and drink rejoicing, joy is here to stay Jesus son of mary is born again today
(Chorus)
Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west Ivory madonna dying in the dust Waiting for the manna coming from the west
The Fat Man ((Danish Version: Tykke (Rock Nalle & The Flames) - 1979)) Composer(s): Fats Domino - Dave Bartholomew First recording/First release by: Fats Domino - 1949/1950 Covered by multiple other artists
They call, they call me the fat man 'Cause I weight two hundred pounds All the girls they love me 'Cause I know my way around
I was standing, I was standing on the corner Of Rampart and Canal I was watching, watching Watching those people gather
