Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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London Pride Composer(s): Noel Coward Performer(s): Noel Coward and multiple other artists
London Pride has been handed down to us London Pride is a flower that's free London Pride means our own dear town to us And our pride it for ever will be
Woa, Liza, see the coster barrows Vegetable marrows and the fruit piled high Woa, Liza, little London sparrows Covent Garden Market where the costers cry
Cockney feet mark the beat of history Every street pins a memory down Nothing ever can quite replace The grace of London Town
There's a little city flower every spring unfailing Growing in the crevices by some London railing Though it has a Latin name, in town and countryside We in England call it London Pride
London Pride has been handed down to us London Pride is a flower that's free London Pride means our own dear town to us And our pride it for ever will be
Hey, lady, when the day is dawning See the policeman yawning on his lonely beat Gay lady, Mayfair in the morning Hear your footsteps echo in the empty street
Early rain and the pavement's glistening All Park Lane in a shimmering gown Nothing ever could break or harm The charm of London Town
In our city darkened now, street and square and crescent We can feel our living past in our shadowed present Ghosts beside our starlit Thames who lived and loved and died Keep throughout the ages London Pride
London Pride has been handed down to us London Pride is a flower that's free London Pride means our own dear town to us And our pride it for ever will be
Grey city, stubbornly implanted Taken so for granted for a thousand years Stay, city, smokily enchanted Cradle of our memories and hopes and fears
Every Blitz your resistance toughening From the Ritz to the Anchor and Crown Nothing ever could override The pride of London Town
Crystal Gazing Composer(s): Mike Oldfield Performer(s): Maggie Reilly
Watching for a spark, it's a moonlight show Reaching through the dark. Do you have to go? Try to put a message through to your sweetheart Won't you like to know the secrets of the heart?
Crystal gazing, crystal gazing What you gonna find in crystal gazing? Crystal gazing, crystal gazing What you gonna find in crystal gazing?
Voices in the dark and the lights burn low Teach yourself the art that you never know Try to put a message through to your sweetheart Won't you like to know the secrets of the heart?
Crystal gazing, crystal gazing What you gonna find in crystal gazing? Crystal gazing, crystal gazing What you gonna find in crystal gazing?
Pictures from the night, would you be my guide? What you talk about on the other side Carry you a message through from your sweetheart Won't you like to know the secrets of the heart?
Crystal gazing, crystal gazing What you gonna find in crystal gazing? Crystal gazing, crystal gazing What you gonna find in crystal gazing?
Watching for a spark, it's a moonlight show Reaching through the dark Do you have to go? Try to put a message through to your sweetheart Won't you like to know the secrets of the heart?
Watching for a spark, it's a moonlight show Reaching through the dark Do you have to go?
London Homesick Blues Composer(s): Gary P. Nunn - Louie Bellson Jazz Orch. Performer(s): Jerry Jeff Walker and multiple other artists
Well, when you're down on your luck and you ain't got a buck in London you're a goner Even London Bridge has fallen down and moved to Arizona now I know why And I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor is drier than the Texas sand You can put up your dukes and you can bet your boots that I'm leavin' just as fast as I can
I wanna go home with the armadillo Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen
Well it's cold over here, and I swear I wish they'd turn the heat on And where in the world is that English girl I promised I would meet on the third floor And of the whole damn lot, the only friend I got is a smoke and a cheap guitar My mind keeps roamin', my heart keeps longin' to be home in a Texas bar
I wanna go home with the armadillo Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen
Well, I decided that, I'd get my cowboy hat and go down to Marble Arch Station 'Cause when a Texan fancies, he'll take his chances and chances will be takin, now that's for sure And them Limey eyes, they were eyein' a prize that some people call manly footwear And they said you're from down South and when you open your mouth you always seem to put your foot there
I wanna go home with the armadillo Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen
I wanna go home with the armadillo Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever seen
As time goes on I realize Just what you mean To me And now Now that you're near Promise your love That I've waited to share And dreams Of our moments together Colour my world with hope of loving you
Colors Of The Sun Composer(s): Jackson Browne Performer(s): Jackson Browne; Rachel Bissex; Tom Rush
Colors of the sun Flashing on the water top Echo on the land
Picking for a coin Many other tiny worlds Singing past my hand
Awake to understand you are not dreaming It is not seaming just to be this way Dying men draw numbers in the air Dream to conquer little bits of time Scuffle with the crowd to get their share And fall behind their little bits of time
Voices in the air Sympathetic harmony Coming from the trees
Hanging at my door Many shiny surfaces Clinging in the breeze
Oh, leave me where I am I am not losing If I am choosing not to plan my life Disillusioned savior search the sky Wanting to just to show someone the way Asking all the people passing by Doesn't anybody want the way
I say goodbye to Joseph and Maria They think I see another sky And from my fallen window I still see them I'll never free them from the sky
London Calling Composer(s): Joe Strummer - Mick Jones First release by: The Clash - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
London calling to the faraway towns Now that war is declared and battle come down London calling to the underworld Come out of the cupboard all you boys and girls London calling now don't look at us All that phony Beatlemania has bitten the dust London calling see we ain't got no swing 'Cept for the ring of that truncheon thing
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Meltdown expected and the wheat is growing thin Engines stop running but I have no fear London is drowning and I live by the river
London calling to the imitation zone Forget it, brother, an' go it alone London calling upon the zombies of death Quit holding out and draw another breath London calling and I don't wanna shout But when we were talking I saw you nodding out London calling see we ain't got no highs Except for that one with the yellowy eyes
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin A nuclear error but I have no fear London is drowning and I live by the river
Now get this London calling yeah I was there too An' you know what they said? Well some of it was true London calling at the top of the dial After all this won't you give me a smile?
E' il volto tuo che ho disegnato,... chino per terra io l'ho dipinto ho usato il nero per i tuoi occhi e bianca sabbia per la tua pelle Quando la pioggia l'avrà lavato e i tuoi colori confuso quando il vento sarà passato sarò alla fine guarito E' il volto tuo che ho disegnato mi son seduto ed ho aspettato ho usato il nero per i capelli e rossa sabbia per la tua bocca Verrà la pioggia e lo laverà confonderà i tuoi colori quando il vento sarà passato sarò alla fine guarito
Colorful Composer(s): Lee Adams; Charles Strouse Performer(s): Sammy Davis Jr.
Colorful copy, Mr. Drake? Why, sir, you dont know how colorful I done been
When I was very young, brand new upon the scene Had no experience, thats right, I was green Then I grew up a bit, found out a thing or two Sometimes Id get unhappy In short, I was blue
As far as politics goes, I never turned red Im smarter than you might think And every time Ive been told Boy, youre good as gold Say, Im just tickled pink
Ive tried all sorts of shades Put them to the test But I look at myself And black suits me best
Black is chic Always correct for the house or yard Black is neat It goes with everything and doesnt try too hard Black is basic, youll agree As the Duchess of Windsor would say, hah Black is me!
Well, Ive been yellow at times, Im sorry to say Yes, Ive been afraid to fight Drake? Ive been scared as can be But take it from me Daddy, I aint never turned white
So when Im old and grey And Im heading for my last rest Guess Ill still have to say That black, not Kelly green But black, not tangerine But black, thats B-L-A-C-K, dig? Black suits me, ha-ha, best And thats it!
London Bridge
Composer(s): David Gates
Performer(s): Bread
I know the times the times are hard to bear
It's hard to find someone to really care
But before I went down and out
Here's what I used to think about, think about
London Bridge is always fallin' down
But there it stood within the heart of town
Reminding everyone of life behind and life to come
The changes taking place are everywhere
The centuries past have nothing to compare
Where they stand, where they trip and fall
Watch the writing on the wall, on the wall
London Bridge is fallin' down at last
And so another memory of the past
Has fell beneath the blade, but soon the dead may be repaid
I know things just can't evolve for all eternity
The thoughts will leave, will never die, and now so you can see
London Bridge is finally fallin' down,
It packed it up and shipped it outta town
And though the horror's gone, the memory will linger on
London Bridge is finally fallin' down
It used to stand within the heart of town
Reminding everyone of life behind and life to come
London Bridge is finally fallin' down ...
Colorado Kool-Aid Composer(s): Phil Thomas Performer(s): Johnny Paycheck; Eugene Chadbourne; Red Sovine
Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas Was drinkin' Colorado Kool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans An' we was ...... what's that you say? What's Colorado Kool-Aid?
Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream It'll set your head on fire an' make your kidneys scream Oh, it sure is fine Yeah, we was havin' ourselves one of them real good times
But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in Some big, mean drunk who just ain't got no friend Sure enough, he wants to fight Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in sight
Well, he took him a big swallow of beer And he spit in my Mexican friends ear And, sure enough, that made my buddy real mad That's somethin' like he ain't never had
Well, sir, he pulled out a big, long switch blade knife Quick as a whistle he began to slice An, that big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears Lookin' down at the floor, an' one of his ears
Ha, he cut that thing off, even with the sideburns You might say the little Mexican fella, he just didn't give a durn But he was a gentleman about it, an' bent over and with a half way grin Picked it up and handed it back to him
He said: "Now big man, you get the urge to spit a little beer "Just open up your hand there, and spit it in your own ear "Won't be no trouble that way", that's what I heard him say And I said: "Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid An while you're up their, bring this big fella, here, a box of Band aids"
Now let me tell you, if you're ever ridin' down in south of Texas Decide to stop an' drink some Colorado Kool-Aid An' maybe talk to some Mexicans An' you get the urge to get a little tough Better make damn sure you got your knife proof ear-muff
Hey, ain't that right big man? I said ain't that right big man? Ah, hell he can't hear Not on this side anyway, he ain't got no ear
Hey barmaid, bring us all a big, tall glass of that Colorado Kool-Aid How about it?
How you doin', big man? Still got your ear there in your hand?
London Boys Composer(s): Billy Rath - Johnny Thunders - Marc Bolan - Walter Lure Performer(s): Johnny Thunders
Are you telling me, you shut my mouth If I wasn't ***** ***** you wouldn't be around You talk about faggot, little mummy's boy You're still at home, you've got your chaperone
You need an escort to take a piss He holds your hand and he shakes your dick You're so pretty, suburban kitty You think you're gonna change, re-arrange that city
Little London boys You're little London boys You're little London boys You think you're gonna change me?
A little rich kid, what do you know You had everything don't you think it don't show A-hiding in the closet just a-facing the wall Too Much Too Soon - do you recall?
Have a holiday in the city Dildo souvenirs, vaseline pretty You don't need no junkies just LSD You won't get shot, shot by me
Little London boys You're little London boys You're little London boys You think you're gonna change me, ha ha!
Little London boys You're little London boys You're little London boys You think you're gonna change me?
Little London boys Little London boys Little London boys Little London boys ...
Colorado Country Morning Composer(s): Johnny Cunningham; Bob Duncan Performer(s): Hank Snow
Looking through the window of the greyhound station down in San Antone Watching people come and people go and feeling so alone And every face I see reminds me of the one I've left behind me crying Knowing I should go back home and heaven knows how hard I'm trying To see that Colorado country morning with the dusty roads and warm sunshine I've got the Colorado country morning and a Denver woman on my mind
I remember standing at the door and looking back as she lay sleeping And very gently through the window pane the morning sun was creeping And without a sound I turned around and softly kissed her goodbye Now with all behind I often find myself wondering why I left that Colorado... I left that Colorado...
L'ombre D'un Amour Composer(s): Claude Lemesle - Joe Dassin Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Le jour l'éveille, elle se lève, s'habille et ne dit rien Sur son visage glisse une larme et ses yeux se sont éteints Et déjà, c'est en vain que tu cherches l'ombre d'un amour Sous ses larmes, l'ombre d'un amour, l'ombre d'un chagrin
Elle se maquille mais dans la glace, pas un regard pour toi Une cigarette... le café passe Elle dit que c'est fini Qu'elle s'en va Et déjà, c'est en vain que tu cherches L'ombre d'un amour, sous les larmes, l'ombre d'un amour
Elle range ses cheveux et sa main tremble un peu Puis elle va regarder si elle est jolie; si tout va bien Si son rimmel n'a pas coulé, si elle n'oublie rien Midi, la gare, tu ne veux pas croire qu'elle ne reviendra pas
Colorado Calling Me Composer(s): Jim McReynolds; Jesse McReynolds Performer(s): Jim & Jesse
All the way from sunny California Back to the hills of Tennessee Seems that no matter where I wander I hear you Colorado calling me I hear you Colorado calling me
I was born and raised in Colorado But one day I told my folks goodbye Sure do miss that good old mountain water Flowing from the Rocky Mountains high In Colorado
All the way from sunny California Back to the hills of Tennessee Seems that no matter where I wander I hear you Colorado calling me I hear you Colorado calling me
A letter from my Mama out in Denver Said "My son, when are you coming home? It'll be three years now in December That's a mighty long time to be gone"
I've crossed the Golden Gate in San Francisco Crossed the desert and the Texas plains Seen the beauty of the Smokey Mountains But tomorrow I'll be heading West again To Coloroda
All the way from sunny California Back to the hills of Tennessee Seems that no matter where I wander I hear you Colorado calling me I hear you Colorado calling me
Calling me, calling me, calling me Calling me, calling me, calling me Calling me, calling me, calling me Calling me, calling me ...
L'ombre ((Adapted from: Strange shadows (by Françoise Hardy) - 1969)) Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Micky Jones - Tommy Brown Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Je lisais un beau livre d'images quand une ombre est sorti d'une page elle m'a dit "réveille-toi, viens avec moi" et le livre a tremblé dans mes mains la lumière s'est éteinte et soudain l'ombre a dit "lêve-toi, viens avec moi" je sais bien qu'on ne me crois pas qu'on me traite d'enfant je sais qu'il était une fois une belle au bois dormant quand le vent arracha cette page j'ai vu l'ombre emportée par l'orage qui disait "s'il te plait, je reviendrai" et c'est vrai que souvent elle vient me rejoindre aux frontières du matin elle me dit "lêve-toi, viens avec moi" "réveille-toi, lêve-toi" elle me dit "viens avec moi" "réveille-toi, lêve-toi" elle me dit "viens avec moi" "réveille-toi, lêve-toi" elle me dit "viens avec moi"
If I had a wagon, I would go to Colorado Go to Colorado, if I had a wagon I would If I had a wagon I would go to The state where a man can walk a mile high
If I had a Chevy, I would drive to Colorado Drive to Colorado, if I had a Chevy I would If I had a Chevy I would drive to The state where a man can walk a mile high
If I had an airplane, I would fly to Colorado Fly to Colorado, if I had an airplane I would If I had an airplane I would fly to The state where a man can walk a mile high
If I had a spaceship, I would land in Colorado Land in Colorado, if I had a spaceship I would If I had a spaceship I would land in The state where a man can walk a mile high
Strange Shadows Composer(s): Micky Jones - Tommy Brown First release by: Françoise Hardy - 1969
From the page in the book that I found From the sound of a word written down Telling me, telling all, strange shadows call Fingers trembling, I read to the end Then the light seemed to wither and bend And the words seemed to call, strange shadows fall
Who to run to or who to tell? Who would listen to me? Just the sound of a ringing bell and the night running free
Then the wind took the page from my sight I was left all alone in the night Where the dew gently falls, strange shadows call Time will pass but the words they remain And I dream of them ever again Telling me, telling all, strange shadows call
Strange shadows, they're calling, strange shadows calling me to ... Strange shadows, they're calling, strange shadows calling me to ... Strange shadows, they're calling, strange shadows calling me to
Color Him Father Composer(s): Robert Spencer; Richard Spencer Performer(s): The Winstons and various other artists
There's a man at my house he's so big and strong He goes to work each day, stays all day long He comes home each night looking tired and beat He sits down at the dinner table and has a bite to eat Never a frown always a smile When he says to me how's my child I've been studying hard all day in school Tryin' to understand the golden rule
Think I'll color this man father I think I'll color him love Said I'm gonna color him father I think I'll color the man love, yes I will
He says education is the thing if you wanna compete Because without it son, life ain't very sweet I love this man I don't know why Except I'll need his strength till the day that I die My mother loves him and I can tell By the way she looks at him when he holds my little sister Nell I heard her say just the other day That if it hadn't been for him she wouldn't have found her way My real old man he got killed in the war And she knows she and seven kids couldn't of got very far She said she thought that she could never love again And then there he stood with that big wide grin He married my mother and he took us in And now we belong to the man with that big wide grin
Think I'll color this man father I think I'll color him love Said I'm gonna color him father I think I'll color the man love, yes I will
