Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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I Got Mexico Composer(s): Frank J. Myers; Eddy Raven Performer(s): Eddy Raven and multiple other artists
I just got tired of that same old job Tired of fightin' that freeway mob I bet you never thought I'd really go I'd never get as far as Mexico
But I've even learned to speak the language some Down on the beach drinkin' coke and rum You wouldn't know me with this golden glow Soakin' sun in Mexico
I'm eatin right and I'm livin' good Doin' everything I said I would I should have left a long time ago Who needs you? I got Mexico
Through it all nothing's really changed No matter what honey that's a shame I still love you that's the way it goes He's got you, I've got Mexico
But I'm eatin' right and I'm livin' good Doin' everything I said I would I should have left a long time ago Who needs you? I got Mexico
I'm eatin' right and I'm livin' good Doin' everything I said I would I should have left a long time ago Who needs you? I got Mexico
I'm eatin' right and I'm livin' good Doin' everything I said I would I should have left a long time ago Who needs you? I got Mexico ...
John Henry (Traditional) Performer(s): Pete Seeger
John Henry was about three days old sittin' on his papa's knee He picked up a hammer and a little piece of steel said, "Hammer's gonna be the death of me, Lord, Lord Hammer's gonna be the death of me" The captain said to John Henry "Gonna bring that steam drill 'round Gonna bring that steam drill out on the job Gonna whop that steel on down Down Down Whop that steel on down" John Henry told his captain "A man ain't nothin' but a man But before I let your steam drill beat me down I'd die with a hammer in my hand Lord Lord I'd dies with a hammer in my hand" John Henry said to his shaker "Shaker, why don't you sing? I'm throwin' thirty pounds from my hips on down Just listen to that cold steel ring Lord, Lord Listen to that cold steel ring" The man that invented the stream drill Thought he was mighty fine But John Henry made fifteen feet The steam drill only made nine Lord, Lord The steam drill only made nine John Henry hammered in the mountain His hammer was striking fire But he worked so hard, he broke his poor heart He laid down his hammer and he died Lord Lord He laid down his hammer and he died John Henry had a little woman Her name was Polly Ann John Henry took sick and went to his bed Polly Ann drove steel like a man Lord Lord Polly Ann drove steel like a man John Henry had a little baby You could hold him in the palm of your hand The last words I heard that poor boy say "My daddy was steel-driving man Lord Lord My daddy was a steel-driving" Well, every Monday morning When the bluebirds begin to sing You can hear John Henry a mile or more You can hear John Henry's hammer ring Lord Lord You can hear John Henry's hammer ring
Go To The Mirror! Composer(s): Pete Townshend First release: The Who - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Doctor: He seems to be completely unreceptive The tests I gave him showed no sense at all His eyes react to light, the dials detect it He hears, but cannot answer to your call
Tommy: See me, feel me, touch me, heal me See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
Doctor: There is no chance, no untried operation All hope lies with him and none with me Imagine though the shock from isolation when he suddenly can hear and speak and see
Tommy : See me, feel me, touch me, heal me See me, feel me, touch me, heal me
Doctor: His eyes can see, his ears can hear, his lips speak All the time, the needles flick and rock No machine can give the kind of stimulation, needed to remove his inner block Go to the mirror boy! Go to the mirror boy!
Father: I often wonder what he's feeling? Has he ever heard a word I've said? Look at him now in the mirror dreaming what is happening in his head?
Tommy: Listening to you I get the music Gazing at you I get the heat Following you I climb the mountain I get excitement at your feet! Right behind you I see the millions On you I see the glory From you I get the opinions, from you I get the story
Father: What is happening in his head? Ooh I wish I knew, I wish I knew
I Got Lucky Composer(s): Dolores Fuller; Ben Weisman; Fred Wise Performer(s): Elvis Presley
Never found a four leaf clover to bring good luck to me No rabbits foot no lucky star no magic wishing tree But I got lucky, yes I got lucky When I found you, oh yeah!
Got no rainbow around my shoulder, no horseshoe on my door But I got you to hold me tight and who could ask for more Oh I got lucky, yes I got lucky When I found you,
I always walk around with all my fingers crossed Im afraid the love I found just might get lost So wont you tell me that you love me, hurry up and name the day And then Ill know that my good luck is really here to stay Oh I got lucky, yes I got lucky When I found you
I always walk around with all my fingers crossed Im afraid the love I found just might get lost So wont you tell me that you love me, hurry up and name the day And then Ill know that my good luck is really here to stay Oh I got lucky, yes I got lucky When I found you Oh I got lucky, yes I got lucky When I found you
John Deere Green Composer(s): Dennis Linde Performer(s): Joe Diffie; The Country Dance Kings; Highliners
They were farm kids way down in Dixie They met in high school in the sixties Everyone knew it was love from the start One July in the midnight hour He climed the water tower Stood on the rail and painted a 10ft heart In John Deere green
On a hot summer night He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene In letters 3 foot high And the whole town said that he should have used red But it looked good to Charlene In John Deere green
They settled down on 80 acres Raising sweet corn,kids and tomaters They went together like a hand and a glove On a clear day from their front yard If you look and know what to look for Off to the east you can still read his words of love In John Deere green
On a hot summer night He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene In letters 3 foot high And the whole town said the boy should have used red But it looked good to Charlene In John Deere green
Now more then once the town has dicovered Painting over it ain't no use There ain't no paint in the world that'll cover it The heart keeps showing through In John Deere green
On a hot summer night He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene In letters 3 foot high And the whole town said that the fool should have used red But it looked good to Charlene In John Deere green
Ahh, paint it green boy In John Deere green
On a hot summer night He wrote Billy Bob loves Charlene In letters 3 foot high And the whole town said the boy should have used red But it looked good to Charlene In John Deere green
There's A Doctor Composer(s): Pete Townshend First release: The Who - 1969
Father: There's a doctor I've found, could bring us all joy! There's a doctor I've found, could cure the boy! A doctor I've found, could cure the boy! There's a man I've found, could remove his sorrow He lives in this town, let's see him tomorrow Let's see him tomorrow
I Got Love If You Want It Movie Soundtrack "Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood" Composer(s): Slim Harpo First release by: Slim Harpo - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Got love if you want it, baby Got love if you want it Got love if you want it Got love if you want it Now, can we talk awhile?
Now here you come, baby Now here you come, baby With your head hung down With your head hung down I know you've been ballin' Talk is all over town
'Cause the nextdoor neighbors 'Cause the next door neighbors Peepin' through the blinds Peepin' through the blinds Don't worry nobody That's all this time
Now I love you, little baby Said I love you, little baby Better than myself, yeah Better than myself But you mistreat me baby For somebody else For somebody else
Come sit by me, baby Come sit by me, baby I wanna talk with you Wanna talk with you Don't mean no harm, baby Won't tell ya what to do Won't tell ya what to do Won't tell ya what to do Won't tell ya what to do
John Barleycorn (Traditional) Performer(s): Martin Carthy; and various other artists
John Barleycorn is a hero bold as any in the land For ages good his fame has stood and shall for ever stand The whole wide world respect in him, no matter friend or foe And where they be that makes so free he's sure to lay them low
To see him in his pride of youth his robes are rich and green His head is speared with manly beard fit nigh to serve the queen And when the reaping time comes round and John is stricken down We'll use his blood for Englands good and Englishmen's renown
The lord in courtly castle, the squire in stately hall The great of name, of birth and fame, on John for succour call He bids the troubled heart rejoice, brings warmth to nature's cold Makes weak men strong, and old men young, and all men brave and bold
Then shout for great John Barleycorn, more heed his luscious vine I have no mind much charm to find in potent draught of wine Give me my native nut brown ale, all other drinks I scorn For English cheer is English beer, our own John Barleycorn
John était amoureux, ça se voyait un peu Il avait un air si bizarre et veillait si tard Il buvait tant de vin que souvent, le matin On pouvait l'entendre de l'étang jusqu'au moulin La fille aux longues mains ne disait jamais rien Et le pauvre John pensait bien Qu'à veiller dehors jusqu'au lever du jour Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour
John avait un béguin, ça se voyait un brin Quand il tapait sur sa poitrine en buvant du gin Il avait l'il hagard, buvait toujours à part Poussait des hurlements qui faisaient fuir le vent Mais la fille aux longues mains ne disait jamais rien Et le pauvre John pensait bien Qu'à veiller dehors jusqu'au lever du jour Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour
John était amoureux, il en a fait l'aveu Depuis, de la rivière au port, on en rit encore Le soir, au coin du feu, on écoute les vieux Raconter l'histoire de John l'amoureux Il aimait la statue d'une belle inconnue Morte cent ans auparavant dans un ouragan Il allait tous les jours lui dire son amour Et noyait sa peine dans un verre à son retour La fille aux longues mains ne dirait jamais rien Et le pauvre John savait bien Que dans la statue était son cur et qu'un jour Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour Que dans la statue était son cur et qu'un jour Il en crèverait ou bien de froid ou bien d'amour
Mother: Do you think it's alright to leave the boy with Uncle Ernie? Do you think it's alright; he's had a few too many tonight! Do you think it's alright ?
Father: I think it's alright, yes I think it's alright
Jogo De Damas Composer(s): Isolda; Milton Carlos Performer(s): Roberto Carlos
Eu sei da sua vida e do seu passado De um tempo perdido e recuperado Eu sei da poeira de todos seus passos Das suas trapaças, dos seus abraços Eu sei da sua fama e dos seus amores Das suas proezas, dos seus dissabores Da cor da sua roupa, do seu pouco valor Você nessa vida foi só desamor
Dama Hoje alguém que te engana Te veste de santa Não sabe por que Te pisam te xingam Ignoram a mulher Não sabem que a dama existiu outro dia Hoje a dama não passa de pedra perdida (Hoje é pedra perdida de um jogo qualquer)
Conheço as paredes que guardavam segredos E ações que por si não cobriam seus medos A sua missão, as suas vontades Razões que confirmam as duras verdades Eu sei hoje em dia da sua vergonha De olhar quem te olha responder quem te chama Pra quem te conhece você é vulgar Pra quem nunca te viu Hoje quer te amar
Cousin Kevin Composer(s): John Entwistle Performer(s): The Who
Cousin Kevin: We're on our own cousin, all alone cousin Let's think of a game to play now the grown ups have all gone away You won't be much fun being blind, deaf and dumb, but I've no one to play with today D' you know how to play hide and seek? To find me it would take you a week, but tied to that chair you won't go anywhere There's a lot I can do to a freak How would you feel if I turned on the bath, ducked your head under and started to laugh? What would you do if I shut you outside, to stand in the rain and catch cold, so you died? I'm the school bully! The classroom cheat The nastiest playfriend, you ever could meet I'll stick pins in your fingers and tread on your feet... Maybe a cigarette burn on your arm would change your expression to one of alarm I'll drag you around by a lock of your hair, or give you a push at the top of the stairs... I'm the school bully! The classroom cheat The nastiest playfriend, you ever could meet I'll put glass in your dinner and spikes in your seat...
Christmas Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who
Father: Did you ever see the faces of children? They get so excited waking up on Christmas morning hours before the winter sun's ignited They believe in dreams and all they mean, including heaven's generosity Peeping round the door to see what parcels are for free, in curiosity And Tommy doesn't know what day it is Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is How can he be saved from the eternal grave? Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently and unaware of everything Playing poxy pin ball, picks his nose and smiles and pokes his tongue at everything I believe in love, but how can men who've never seen light be enlightened Only if he's cured will his spirits future level ever heighten And Tommy doesn't know what day it is Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is How can he be saved from the eternal grave? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? How can he be saved?
Tommy: See me, feel me Touch me, heal me See me, feel me Touch me, heal me!
Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? Tommy can you hear me? How can he be saved?
I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good) Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster; Duke Ellington First release by: Duke Ellington - 1941 Covered by multiple other artists
Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well I'm so mad about him I can't live without him
Never treats me sweet and gentle The way he should I've got it bad And that ain't good
My poor heart is so sentimental Not made of wood I've got it so bad And that ain't good
But when the fish are jumpin' And Friday rolls around My man an' I, we gin some We pray some, and sin some
He don't love me like I love him The way he should I've got it bad And that ain't good Yes I've got it bad And that ain't good
