Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean And I hate to hurt your feelings but it's not the way it seems 'Cause I miss her
She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known And no one ever shared more love than we've known And I miss her
But it all seems so strange to see That she'd ever turn her back on me And leave without a last goodbye And if she winds up walking the streets Loving every other man she meets Who'll be the one to answer why? Lord, I hope it's not me, it's not me
And if I never see her face again, I never hold her hand And if she's in somebody's arms, I know I'll understand But I miss that girl. I still miss that girl
Jazzy Retro Satanas Composer(s): Bernard Ilous; Gabriel Yared Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
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Thomas The Rhymer (Traditional) Performer(s): Steeleye Span; Maddy Prior
True Thomas sat on Huntley bank And he beheld a lady gay A lady that was brisk and bold Come riding o'er the ferny brae
Her skirt was of the grass green silk Her mantle of the velvet fine At every lock of her horse's mane Hung fifty silver bells and nine
True Thomas, he pulled off his cap And bowed him low down to his knee `All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven Your like on earth I ne'er did see'
`No, no Thomas she said That name does not belong to me I am the queen of fair Elfland And I have come to visit thee'
`You must go with me Thomas she said True Thomas you must go with me And must serve me seven years Through well or woe, as chance may be'
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
She turned about her milk white steed And took Thomas up behind And aye whenever her bridle rang Her steed flew swifter than the wind
For forty days and forty nights They rode through red blood to the knee And they saw neither sun nor moon But heard the roaring of the sea
And they rode on and further on Further and swifter than the wind Until they came to a desert wide And living land was left behind
`Don't you see yon narrow, narrow road So thick beset with thorns and briars? That is the road to righteousness Though after it but few enquire'
`Don't you see yon broad, broad road That lies across the lily leaven? That is the road to wickedness Though some call it the road to heaven'
`Don't you see yon bonnie, bonnie road That lies across the ferny brae? That is the road to fair Elfland Where you and I this night must go'
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Jazzman Composer(s): Carole King; Dave Palmer Performer(s): Carole King; and various other artists
Left me, won't you lift me above the old routine Make it nice, play it clean jazzman
When the jazzman's testifyin'
a faithless man believes He can sing you into paradise
or bring you to your knees It's a gospel kind of feelin', a touch of Georgia slide A song of pure revival and a style that's sanctified
Jazzman take my blues away Make my pain the same as yours
with every change you play Jazzman, oh jazzman
When the jazzman's signifyin', and the band is windin' low It's the late night side of morning in the darkness of his soul He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horn with tears He can cry like a fallen angel when risin' time is near
Jazzman take my blues away Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play Oh lift me, won't you lift me with ev'ry turn around Play it sweetly, take me down, oh jazzman
I like a cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni Like they make at home Or a healthy fish with the big backbone I'm Abraham deLacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley, the alley cat!
I've got that wanderlust Gotta walk the scene Gotta kick up highway dust Feel the grass that's green Gotta strut them city streets Showin' off my eclat, yeah Tellin' my friends of the social elite Or some cute cat I happen to meet I'm Abraham deLacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley, the alley cat!
I'm king of the highway Prince of the boulevard Duke of avant garde The world is my backyard So if you're goin' my way That's the road you wanna seek Calcutta to Rome or Home-sweet-home in Paris Magnifique, you all
I only got myself And this big old world When I sip that cup of life With my fingers curled I don't worry what road to take I don't have to think of that Whatever I take is the road I make It's the road of life make no mistake, for me Yeah, Abraham deLacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley, the alley cat!
Die a thousand times A crown of thorns Thrown off the shelf My eyes are burnt My cries in heat I die for you You try to hide I'm hiding Die a thousand times For every lie you hide inside
Jazzin' The Blues Away Composer(s): Dick Heinrich; Jeff Branen Performer(s): Rosy McHargue
Mister let me tell you this is no place to be I just got to beat it you can take it from me Slip on your tuxedo and grab your hat No use hanging 'round this flat Let's all go
Wait until you hear that moanin' groanin' trombone Played by Alexander he can't let it alone Crashing of them cymbals fills you with "pep" Ev'rybody watch your step Let's all go
Down to the hall down to that Ebony ball That one place I always lose those doggone Indigo blues because I'm sure to meet my Honey the gal that gets my money Mister Jazz and his band They sure do make you feel grand My goodness how they can play while with your baby you sway They are Jazzin' the Blues away
D'son grand-père et d'son père, Thomas avait hérité Les moustaches héréditaires qu'il avait déjà bébé A l'âge de jouer aux billes, ça lui servait pas beaucoup Mais à l'âge de plaire aux filles, c'était un fameux atout!
Thomas, Thomas, Oh! Thomas! Quel ravage ça fera Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!
En passant sous les arcades, chaque soir après minuit C'est la même sérénade que l'on entend dans la nuit C'est la même sérénade, mais jamais au même endroit A vraiment, elles se baladent, les moustaches de Thomas
Thomas, Thomas, Oh! Thomas! Quel ravage ça fera Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!
Quand on embrasse une fille, comme c'est toujours dans le cou Faut voir comme elle se tortille, ça lui fait des "goulou-goulou" Et si elle appelle sa mère, ce n'est pas pour qu'elle rapplique Ce serait plutôt l'contraire, pas besoin que j'vous explique
Mama, Mama, Aïe! Mama! Ça me chatouille, j'aime ça Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!
Pour son service militaire, hélas Thomas s'en alla Et plus d'une fille regretèrent, ses moustaches, écétéra Quand il revient au village, après avoir fait son temps Dans la rue, sur son passage, chantait le coeur des enfants
Papa, Papa, Aïe! Papa! Criait les gosses à Thomas Ils avaient tous, comme Thomas Ils avaient tous, quelle splendeur! Des belles moustaches de sapeur!
Crown Of Creation Composer(s): Paul Kantner
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane; Jefferson Starship
You are the Crown of Creation You are the Crown of Creation and you've got no place to go
Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for in the only way that it's granted in a place among the fossils of our time
In loyalty to their kind they cannot tolerate our minds In loyalty to our kind we cannot tolerate their obstruction
Life is Change How it differs from the rocks I've seen their ways too often for my liking New worlds to gain My life is to survive and be alive for you
Jazz Police Composer(s): Jeff Fisher; Leonard Cohen Performer(s): Leonard Cohen
Can you tell me why the bells are ringing? Nothing's happened in a million years I've been sitting here since Wednesday morning Wednesday morning can't believe my ears
Jazz police are looking through my folders Jazz police are talking to my niece Jazz police have got their final orders Jazzer, drop your axe, it's Jazz police!
Jesus taken serious by the many Jesus taken joyous by a few Jazz police are paid by J. Paul Getty Jazzers paid by J. Paul Getty II
Jazz police I hear you calling Jazz police I feel so blue Jazz police I think I'm falling I'm falling for you
Wild as any freedom loving racist I applaud the actions of the chief Tell me now oh beautiful and spacious Am I in trouble with the Jazz police?
Jazz police are looking through my folders ...
They will never understand our culture They'll never understand the Jazz police Jazz police are working for my mother Blood is thicker margarine than grease
Let me be somebody I admire Let me be that muscle down the street Stick another turtle on the fire Guys like me are mad for turtle meat
Jazz police I hear you calling Jazz police I feel so blue Jazz police I think I'm falling I'm falling for you
Crow Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg; Sound Effects
Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road I heard your song, crow, for the first time Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low Made me feel as I was running from a crime Made me feel as I was running from a crime
Some say she died of drowning in the river deep Some say she died of a sudden start Some say they found her swinging from my old man's tree And some folks say she died of a broken heart And some folks say she died of a broken heart
I can't believe they would pay men just to hunt me down But silver coins to each one do they give And by now there's a gallows standing in the town And I wonder how much more I have to live And I wonder how much more I have to live
Somewhere on a lonely muddy country road I heard your song, crow, for the last time. Somewhere in the distance wicked, black and low Made me feel as I was running from a crime Made me feel as I was running... from a crime
Jazz Baby Composer(s): Blanche Merrill; M.K. Jerome Performer(s): Marion Harris; and various other artists
My daddy was a rag-time trombone player My mammy was a rag-time cabaret-er They met one day at a tango tea There was a syncopated wedding And then came me Folks think the way I walk is a fad But it's just a birthday present from my mammy and dad 'Cause I'm a Jazz Baby I wanna be jazzin' all the time There's something in the tone of a saxophone That makes me do a little wiggle all my own 'Cause I'm a Jazz Baby Full of jazzbo harmony Ya' know, that Walk the Dog and Ball the Jack That caused all the talk Well, that's just a copy of the way I nat'chally walk 'Cause I'm a Jazz Baby Little jazz baby that's me
Rocked to sleep while my cradle went to and fro To and fro to the tune of the Tickle-toe Ever since I started in to growing I loved to hear the music playin' See my dear old mammy swayin' Jazz, jazz; that's all I ever knew All day long Whoo! I never would get through Jazz, jazz That's all I wanna do Play me a little jazz 'Cause I'm a Jazz Baby! Little Jazz Baby that's all
This Year's Girl Composer(s): Elvis Costello Performer(s): Elvis Costello
See her picture in a thousand places 'cause she's this year's girl You think you all own little pieces of this year's girl Forget your fancy manners forget your English grammar 'cause you don't really give a damn about this year's girl
Still you're hoping that she's well spoken 'cause she's this year's girl You want her broken with her mouth wide open 'cause she's this year's girl Never knowing it's a real attraction all these promises of satisfaction while she's being bored to distraction being this year's girl
Time's running out. She's not happy with the cost There'd be no doubt, only she's forgotten much more than she's lost
A bright spark might corner the market in this year's girl You see yourself rolling on the carpet with this year's girl Those disco synthesizers those daily tranquilizers those body building prizes those bedroom alibis all this, but no surprises for this year's girl All this, but no surprises for this year's girl All this, but no surprises for this year's girl
Crossword Puzzle Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul; Barry Blue First release by: Dana - 1972
Isn't life a little bit like a crossword puzzle? Giving you lots of trouble I'm scratching my head to find the clues In the black and white that make up yesterday's news And my crossword puzzle is keeping me in a muddle And just as I think I've got it working out I've not
Waa....
We've had our crossword or two Me and you I guess I chose the wrong letters when I said I'd stay with you for better or for worse
Isn't life a little bit like a crossword puzzle? Words have a double meaning Some you can win and some you lose That's the name of the game But still I'm confused By my crossword puzzle It's keeping me in a muddle And just as I think I've got it working out I've not
What you do and what you say Has alot to do in how you live today What you want and what you make Everybody knows it's only what you take
What you see and what you hear When it comes around again it's never clear You say yes they say no Everyone is talking everywhere you go
You try to give another man a helping hand He will take your kindness for a weaker stand Never do to others what they do to you Try to find another way to make it through
What I say is what I know Try to get a favor going door to door You stop and pray,it's out of style To get a step ahead it takes a hundred miles
What I say is what I know Try to get a favor going door to door You stop and pray you know that's out of style To get a step ahead it takes a hundred miles You try to give another man a helping hand He will take your kindness for a weaker stand You'd better do it to them before they do it to you
What you do and what you say Has alot to do in how you live today What you want and what you make Everybody knows it's only what you take
And now what you see and what you hear When it comes around again it's nota going To be the same again Because,you say yes and they say no Everyone is talking and talkin' blah blah Everywhere you go
And you know somethin' You try to give another man a helping hand You know what he is going to do? He gonna take your kindness for a weaker stand You try do to others what they do to you Forget it,it's going to be some other kind of thing Try to find another way to make it through
You try to give another man a helping hand He will take your kindness for a weaker stand Never do to others what they do to you Try to find another way to make it through...
Cross-Tie Walker Composer(s): John Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival; Paul Johnson
I went down to the station, just to take a ride I went down to the station, just to take a ride Found myself on a flatcar, yesterday behind
Pullin' out from the platform, there was no brass band I pulled out from the platform, nobody raised a hand And there were no tears of regret from my runaway train Train, train, train, train
Got no sand in my pocket, you know I ain't tied down Ain't no sand in my pocket, never do sit down I'm just a cross-tie walker, where the freight trains run Run, run, run, run
If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time If you see me acomin', don't you waste my time 'Cause there's more miles between us than the Santa Fe Line Run, run, run, run
