Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Them There Eyes Composer(s): Maceo Pinkard - William Tracey - Doris Tauber First release by: Gus Arnheim and His Coconut Grove Orch. - 1930 Covered by multiple other artists
I fell in love with you first time I looked into Them there eyes You've got a certain lil' cute way of flirting with Them there eyes They make me feel happy They make me feel blue No stalling I'm falling Going in a big way for sweet little you My heart is jumping Sure started something with Them there eyes You'd better watch them if you're wise They sparkle They bubble They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble You're overworking them There's danger lurking in Them there eyes Maybe you think I'm just flirting Maybe you think I'm all lies Just because I get romantic when I gaze in Them there eyes
Rigs Of The Time (Traditional) Performer(s): Maddy Prior and multiple other artists
O, 'tis of an old butcher, I must bring him in He charge two shillings a pound, and thinks it no sin Slaps his thumb on the scale-weights and makes them go down He swears it's good weight yet it wants half a pound Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
Now the next is a baker, I must bring him in He charge fourpence a loaf and thinks it no sin When he do bring it in, is not bigger than your fist And the top of the loaf is popped off with the ye'st Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
No wonder the butter be a shilling a pound See the little farmer's daughters, how they ride up and down If you ask them the reason, they'll say: "Bone', alas There's a French war and the cows have no grass Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
O the next is a publican, I must bring him in He charge fourpence a quart, he thinks it no sin When he do bring it in, the measure is short The top of the pot is popped off with the froth Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
Here's next to the tailor who skimps with our clothes And next the shoemaker who pinches our toes We've nought in our bellies, our bodies are bare No wonder we've reason to curse and to swear Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
Now the very best plan that I can find Is to pop them all off in a high gale of wynd And when they get up, the cloud it will bu'st And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first Singing...
Honesty's all out of fashion These are the rigs of the time Time, my boys These are the rigs of the time
Cleaning Windows
Composer(s): Van Morrison
First release by: Van Morrison - 1982
Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, the smell of the bakery from across the street Got in my nose As we carried our ladders down the street With the wrought-iron rows I went home and listened to Jimmy Rodgers in my lunch-break Bought five Woodbines at the shop on the corner And went straight back to work
Oh, Sam was up on top And I was on the bottom with the v We went for lemonade and Paris buns At the shop and broke for tea I collected from the lady And I cleaned the fanlight inside-out I was blowing saxophone on the weekend In that down joint.
What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows Take my time I'll see you when my love grows Baby don't let it slide I'm a working man in my prime Cleaning windows (number thirty-six)
I heard Leadbelly and Blind Lemon On the street where I was born Sonny Terry, Brownie McGhee Muddy Waters sing "I'm a Rolling Stone" I went home and read my Christmas Humphreys' book on Zen Curiosity killed the cat Kerouac's "Dharma Bums" and "On The Road"
What's my line? I'm happy cleaning windows Take my time I'll see you when my love grows Baby don't let it slide I'm a working man in my prime Cleaning windows ...
Responsibility Composer(s): Steve Forbert Performer(s): Steve Forbert
Poor ole surrender Mimosa Fin'ly burnt out by the sun I feel pretty burnt out myself When the long, hot summer is done Summertime's long been my fav'rite Now I can't grab it no more Can't find no time for a fish on the line Or that swing in the old Sycamore I'm in such a hurry now It starts to worry me Stop an' smell the roses? Baby I can't hardly see No, I aint forgotten just how good it all can be But I've got so much responsibility Baby, you know how I'm working Sorry I'm busy so much Sorry those days when the world went our way Are so hard to return to an'touch Maybe our future looks brighter Maybe our ship will come in Maybe these years an'these muletrain careers Will be things we wont think about then But I'm in such a hurry now It starts to worry me Stop an' smell the roses? Baby I can't hardly see No, I aint forgotten just how good it all can be But I've got so much responsibility Competition's heavy on a hard line wreckin'crew The good ones never leave an'still There's always some one new Pressure comes down hard up on a top notch rivet team We don't get time to pace ourselves We don't stand around and dream Poor ole surrender Mimosa Fin'ly burnt out by the heat I feel pretty burnt out myself When I make that ole turn down our street Summertime's long been my fav'rite Now it's ole autumn I love Summertime fun on some beach in the sun Is not somethin' I'm seein' much of I'm in such a hurry now It starts to worry me Stop an' smell the roses? Baby I can't hardly see No, I aint forgotten just how good it all can be But I've got so much responsibility
The Right To Rock Composer(s): Howard Keel Performer(s): Howard Keel
All my life I've been fighting For the right to make my stand Scream my anthem to the night And hold the power in my hand I'm gonna do it my way Or not do it at all Taking the world on my terms I'll take it by the balls I'm fighting for justice For the american way I believe in what I do And I mean what I say You got it - The right to rock We've got it - The right to rock Don't let anyone tell you How to live your life We won't turn it off We'll never turn it down 'Cause it's our way of life I'm fighting for freedom For the golden rule The right to say what I feel And the right to say it to you
Cleanin' Up The Town
Composer(s): Brian O'Neal - Kevin O'Neal
Performer(s): The Bus Boys
Gonna tell you a story about a little town I know They had a real big problem with some big mean local ghost Those spooks were making the whole city lose control Well the mayor was frantic, the town was panicked 'Cause they had no sense of fear 'Cause they knew that they were missing those boys with a mission So they called them up I cheer They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint Stepped right in and got down to the point Those Ghostbusters came in cleanin' up the town Oh yeah About five o'clock those boys came up And they could see those spooks were real And they knew they'd better get right to work So they revved up the Ectomobile Yeah the boys were ready Their aim was steady And their hearts were made of steel Well the mayor he started ranting around And the whole town started to roar And they're seeing this town that rocked Those slimers dropped down to the floor They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint Stepped right in and got down to the point Those Ghostbusters came in cleanin' up the town They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint Stepped right in and got down to the point You shoulda seen those specters in the trap saying 'Those boys make 'em dance!' Well New York, New York's so happy now They rocked that building, boy But if the boys hadn't come to the rescue The spooks might have still been making noise They went boxing and trapping and shooting through the joint Stepped right in and got down to the point Those Ghostbusters came in cleanin' up the town
The Right To Love Composer(s): Ben Raleigh - Donald Wolf Performer(s): David Whitfield
You need me as much as I need you So we have the right to love Our emotion is so deep and true That we have the right to love We believe sincerely This feeling in our hearts We belong together And nothing can keep us apart We are sure that it's forevermore So we have the right to love Love is what makes life worth living for And we have the right to love So let's start sharing the heaven That we've been dreaming of Cling to me, cling to me, darling We have the right to love
Clean Up Woman
Composer(s): Willie Clarke - Clarence Reid
First release by: Betty Wright - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
A clean up woman Is a woman who Gets all the love we girls leave behind The reason I know So much about her Is because she picked up a man of mine Chumpin' Slick Was my ruin 'Cause I found out all I was doin' Was makin' it easy For the clean up woman To get my man's love, oh, yeah Just makin' it easy For the clean up woman To get my baby's love, uh-huh Mmm-hmm I took this man's love and put it on a shelf And like a fool, I thought I had him all to myself When he needed love, I was out havin' fun But I found out all I had done Was made it easy For the clean up woman To get my man's love, uh-huh Yeah, that's what I did I made it easy For the clean up woman To steal my baby's love, oh, yeah The clean up woman Will wipe his blues away She'll give him penny lovin' 24 hours a day The clean up woman She'll sweep him off his feet She's the one To take him in when you dump him in the street So take a tip You better get hip To the clean up woman 'Cause she's tough I mean she really cleans up
Respectable Composer(s): O'Kelly Isley; Ronald Isley; Rudolph Isley Performer(s): The Outsiders; and various other artists
What kind of girl is this? She's never ever been kissed Rubbidy rub dub dub She's never ever been in love She's never been in the moonlight Watchin' the stars above What kind of girl is this? She's never been out on a date What kind of girl is this? She's never ever come home late But I begged her on my knees to please go out with me And she did Did ya love her? (No, no, no, no!) Did ya hug her? (No, no no no no!) Did ya kiss her? (No, no, no, no!) Did ya squeeze her? (No, no no no no!) What kind of girl is this? She's never ever been kissed What kind of girl is this? Let me tell you She's the kind you can't resist But I love her, can't you see? She's the kind of girl for me She's so respectable! (repeat)
The Right Thing To Do Composer(s): Carly Simon Performer(s): Carly Simon
There's nothin' you can do to turn me away Nothin' anyone can say You're with me now and as long as you stay Lovin you's the right thing to do Lovin you's the right thing
I know you've had some bad luck with ladies before They drove you or you drove them crazy But more important is I know you're the one and I'm sure Lovin you's the right thing to do Lovin you's the right thing
And it used to be for a while That the river flowed right to my door Making me just a little too free But now the river doesn't seem to stop here anymore
Hold me in your hands like a bunch of flowers Set me movin' to your sweetest song And I know what I think I've known all along Lovin you's the right thing to do Lovin you's the right thing Lovin you's the right thing to do Is the right thing to do
Nothing you can ever do would turn me away from you Well, I love you now and I love you now Even though you're ten thousand miles away I'll love you tomorrow as I love you today I'm in love, babe I'm in love with you, babe
Clavel Sevillano
Composer(s): Agustín Lara
Performer(s): Agustín Lara
and multiple other artists
Un clavel sevillano prendió en sus trenzas despertando una fiebre de ansias inmensas Un clavel encarnado como una flama que incendiara sus ojos de sevillana
En su frente divina de tez morena temblaron sus cabellos de nazarena Y todos los luceros se iluminaron con la luz que a sus ojos arrebataron
Clavel sevillano tan fresco y tan lindo tu sangre manchara el mar rojo guindo Clavel que supiste sus ansias de amores clavel que envidiaron toditas las flores
Respect Yourself Composer(s): Luther Ingram; Sir Mack Rice Performer(s): The Staple Singers; and various other artists
If you disrespect everybody that you run into how in the world do you think everybody's 'sposed to respect you? If you don't give a heck about the man with the Bible in his hand just get out of the way and let the gentleman do his thing You the kind of gentleman want everything your way Take the sheet off your face boy, it's a brand new day
Respect yourself, respect yourself 'Cause if you don't respect yourself ain't nobody gonna give a good, good hootenanny boy Respect yourself
If you're walking around thinking that the world owes you something 'cause you're here you're going out the world backward like you did when you first came 'ere Keep talking about the president won't stop air pollution Put your hand over your mouth when you cough, that'll help the solution You cuss around women folk, don't even know their name then you're dumb enough to think it makes you a big ole man
Respect yourself, respect yourself 'Cause if you don't respect yourself ain't nobody gonna give a good, good hootenanny boy Respect yourself Respect yourself...
The Riff Song Composer(s): Sigmund Romberg - Otto Harbach - Oscar Hammerstein II Performer(s): Robert Halliday and multiple other artists
Over the ground there comes a sound It is the drum, drum, drum of hoofbeats in the sand
Quiver with fear if you are near It is the thunder of The Shadow and his Band (And all who plunder learn to understand) (To understand the cry of...)
Ho! So we sing as we are riding Ho! It's a time you'd best be hiding Low It means the Riffs are abroad Go Before you've bitten the sword
Ho! That's the sound that comes to warn you So! In the night or early morn, you know If you're The Red Shadow's foe The Riffs will strike with a blow That brings you woe!
No darkest night can bring respite For still the drum, drum, drum of hoofbearts in the air
No flying steed could match in speed The swiftness of The Shadow's vengeance drawing near
Fear grips the heart, when they the message hear As clarion clear the challenge
Ho! So we sing as we are riding Ho! It's a time you'd best be hiding Low It means the Riffs are abroad Go Before you've bitten the sword
Ho! That's the sound that comes to warn you So! In the night or early morn, you know If you're The Red Shadow's foe The Riffs will strike with a blow That brings you woe!
Claudette
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield - Roy Orbison
First recording/First release by: Roy Orbison - 1958/The Everly Brothers - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Well, well, hey hey yeah now... I got a brand-new baby and I feel so good She loves me even better than I thought she would I'm on my way to her house and I'm plumb out of breath When I see her tonight, I'm gonna squeeze her to death
Claudette, pretty little pet Claudette, never make me fret, Claudette She's the sweetest little girl that I've ever met Got the best love that I'll ever get from Claudette Pretty little pet Claudette
Well I'm a lucky man My baby treats me right She's gonna let me hug and kiss and hold her tight When the date is over and we're at her front door When she kisses me goodnight I'll holler "More, more, more!"
Claudette, pretty little pet, Claudette Never make me fret, Claudette She's the greatest little... Greatest little girl that I've ever met Got the best love that I'll ever get from Claudette Oh, oh, Claudette Yea, Yeah, Claudette
When me and my new baby have a date or three I'm gonna ask my baby if she'll marry me I'm gonna be so happy for the rest of my life When my brand-new baby is my brand-new wife
Claudette, pretty little pet, Claudette Never make me fret, Claudette She's the greatest little girl that I've ever met Get the best loving That I'll ever get from Claudette
Respect ((French Version: Du Respect (Johnny Hallyday) - 1966))
Composer(s): Otis Redding
First release by: Otis Redding - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
What you want, honey, you got it And what you need, baby, youve got it All Im asking, is for a little respect When I come home, hey now Hey hey hey, yeah now
Do me wrong, honey, if you want to You can do me wrong honey, while Im gone All Im asking, is for a little respect When I come home, ooh, yeah now Hey hey hey, yeah now
Hey little girl, youre so sweet, little honey And Im about to, just give you all of my money And all Im asking, hey, is a little respect When I come home, hey hey Hey hey hey, yeah now
Hey little girl, youre sweeter then honey And Im about to give you all of my money But all I want you to do Is just give it, give it, respect When I come home, hey hey Hey hey hey, yeah now, respect
Its what I want from you Respect is what I need Respect is what I want Respect is what I need
Got to, got to have it Got to, got to have it Got to, got to have it Got to, got to have it
Talkin Give us, give us, give us, give us Give us, give us, give us, give us Give us some baby, everything I need
The Rickety Rickshaw Man Composer(s): Ervin M. Drake Performer(s): Eddy Howard
There's a coolie name o' Chulee Runs a rickety rickshaw south of Peking He goes a clippety-clop-clop Clippety-clop-clop As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
He's romantic and his antics are the Talk of the girlies south of Peking Their hearts go flippety-flop-flop Flippety-flop-flop As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
For the first quarter of a mile He'll only charge a pretty girl a smile For every quarter after this He'll collect a kiss
When the moon is high and ladies sigh The rickety rickshaw comes a creakin' He goes a clippety-clop-clop Clippety-clop-clop As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
Look at him hobble down the cobble stoned street
Sure is a hit with all the girls that he meets
For the first quarter of a mile He'll only charge a pretty girl a smile For every quarter after this He'll collect a kiss
When the moon is high and ladies sigh The rickety rickshaw comes a creakin' He goes a clippety-clop-clop Clippety-clop-clop As he hobbles down the cobble stoned street
Running as fast, fast, fast as he can Rickety rickshaw, rickshaw man
Claude Dallas
Composer(s): Tom Russell - Ian Tyson
First release by: Ian Tyson - 1986
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free By the Devil's wash and coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name Aye, aye, aye
Come gather 'round me buckaroos and a story I will tell Of the fugitive Claude Dallas who just broke out of jail You might think this tale is history from before the West was won But the events that I'll describe took place in nineteen eighty-one
He was born out in Virginia,left home when school was through In the deserts of Nevada he became a buckaroo And he learned the ways of cattle, and he learned to sit a horse And he always packed a pistol, and he practiced deadly force
Then Claude he became a trapper, and he dreamed of the bygone days And he studied bobcat logic and their wild and silent ways In the bloody runs near Paradise, in monitors down south Trapping cats and coyotes, living hand to mouth Aye, aye, aye
Then Claude took to livin' all alone out many miles from town A friend--Jim Stevens--brought supplies and he stayed to hang around That day two wardens--Pogue and Elms--rode into check Claude out They were seeking violations and to see what Claude's about
Now Claude had hung some venison,he had a bobcat pelt or two Pogue claimed they were out of season, he said "Dallas, you're all thru" But Dallas would not leave his camp He refused to go to town As the wind howled throught the bull-camp they stared each other down
Its hard to say what happend next, perhaps we'll never know They were gonna take Claude in to jail, and he vowed he'd never go Jim Stevens heard the gunfire, and when he turned around Bill Pogue was falling backwards, Conley Elms he fell face down Aye, aye, aye
Jim stevens walked on over; there was a gun near Bill Pogue's hand It was hard to say who drawn his first,but Claude had made his stand Claude said "I am justified Jim,they were gonna cut me down And a man's got a right to hang some meat When he's livin' this far from town"
It took eighteen men and fifteen months to finally run Claude down In the sage outside of Paradise they drove him to the ground Convicted up in Idaho--manslaughter by decree-- Thirty years at maximum, but soon Claude would break free
There's two sides two this story, there may be no right or wrong The lawman and the renegade have graced a thousand songs The story is an old one Conclusion's hard to draw But Claude's out in the sage tonight he may be the last outlaw Aye, aye, aye
In a land the Spanish once had called the Northern Mystery Where rivers run and disappear the mustang still is free By the Devil's wash and the coyote hole in the wild Owyhee Range Somewhere in the sage tonight the wind calls out his name Aye, aye, aye
Résiste Composer(s): Michel Berger Performer(s): France Gall
Si on t'organise une vie bien dirigée Où tu t'oublieras vite Si on te fait danser sur une musique sans âme Comme un amour qu'on quitte Si tu réalises que la vie n'est pas là Que le matin tu te lèves Sans savoir où tu vas
Résiste Prouve que tu existes Cherche ton bonheur partout, va Refuse ce monde égoïste Résiste Suis ton cur qui insiste Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens Bats-toi, signe et persiste Résiste
Tant de libertés pour si peu de bonheur Est-ce que ça vaut la peine Si on veut t'amener à renier tes erreurs C'est pas pour ça qu'on t'aime Si tu réalises que l'amour n'est pas là Que le soir tu te couches Sans aucun rêve en toi
Résiste Prouve que tu existes Cherche ton bonheur partout, va Refuse ce monde égoïste Résiste Suis ton cur qui insiste Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens Bats-toi, signe et persiste Résiste
Danse pour le début du monde Danse pour tous ceux qui ont peur Danse pour les milliers de curs Qui ont droit au bonheur... Résiste {3x}
Résiste Prouve que tu existes Cherche ton bonheur partout, va Refuse ce monde égoïste Résiste Suis ton cur qui insiste Ce monde n'est pas le tien, viens Bats-toi, signe et persiste Résiste...
