Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Trucker's Lament (aka I Just Don't Look Good Naked Anymore) Composer(s): Sheb Wooley - Dick Feller Performer(s): Sheb Wooley and multiple other artists
I stepped outta the shower and I gotta good look at myself Pot belly, bald head, man, I thought I was somebody else I caught my reflection in the mirror on the back of my bathroom door I just don't look good naked anymore
So, I'm goin' upstairs and turn the bedroom mirror to the wall I hung it there when I was trim and tall I'd stand there and smile, and strut and flex until my arms got sore But I just don't look good naked anymore
Well, I used to go out with the girls I loved them one and all Now they don't get very close to me They're afraid that I might fall
Well, I went to the Doctor for my annual medical exam Stood there in the buff, suddenly he said "Man" I said "What is it Doc, some fatal disease, I just gotta know the score" He said "No, you just don't look good naked anymore
Well, me and my wife had a dance routine Everybody said it was unique Now it's only when we're back to back That we're dancing cheek to cheek
Well, I went to a nudie beech to have some seaside fun Stretched out in my birthday suit, soakin' up the sun Somebody yelled, "Hey, there's an old white whale washed up on the shore I just don't look good naked anymore
Yeah, my arches fell, my chest went to hell And my butt's a-draggin' the floor An' I just don't look good naked anymore No, I just don't look good naked anymore
I Shall Be Released Composer(s): Bob Dylan First recording by: Bob Dylan - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1995 - Nous Serons Libres 2006 - Jag Ska Bli Fri
They say ev'rything can be replaced Yet ev'ry distance is not near So I remember ev'ry face Of ev'ry man who put me here I see my light come shining From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released
They say ev'ry man needs protection They say ev'ry man must fall Yet I swear I see my reflection Some place so high above this wall I see my light come shining From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released
Standing next to me in this lonely crowd Is a man who swears he's not to blame All day long I hear him shout so loud Crying out that he was framed I see my light come shining From the west unto the east Any day now, any day now I shall be released
Eden Blues Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki; Edith Piaf
En descendant le fleuve argent Qui roule jusqu'au Névada On voit la plaine qui s'étend A l'est de Santa Lucia Les villes s'appellent Natividad San Miguel ou San Lorenzo Les filles s'appellent Soledad Les garçons gardent les troupeaux
C'est là que Jim a rencontré Sur une route un soir de pluie Catherine la fille d'un fermier Et qu'ils s'aimèrent toute la nuit Le soleil fait briller son or Dans quelques rares flaques d'eau Le cactus forme le décor Le chardon couvre les coteaux
C'est là qu'Adam le sénateur Est venu finir ses vieux jours Puis il est mort d'un coup au cur On prétend que c'est du mal d'amour Mais les fleurs couchées par le vent Semblent prier pour son repos La lune verse une larme d'argent Sur la croix blanche du tombeau
En descendant le fleuve argent Qui roule jusqu'au Névada On voit la plaine qui s'étend A l'est de Santa Lucia Les villes s'appellent Natividad San Miguel ou San Lorenzo Les filles s'appellent Soledad Les garçons gardent les troupeaux
Hoy a mi puerta un pájaro trinó pero abrí y una sombra se echó a volar Hoy recordé a Edgardo,aquel señor fumador de ampolas, que era juglar
Hoy haré una página celeste trovadicta, trovardiente Hoy, cantando sólo con la luna ya que se hizo puta la fortuna Hoy me trovaré para alegrarme como Edgardo, sin alarde
Hoy recordé a Edgardo,aquel señor fumador de ampolas, que era juglar Hoy a mi puerta un pájaro trinó pero abrí y una sombra se echó a volar
I Shall Be Free, No. 10 Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan
I'm just average, common too I'm just like him, the same as you I'm everybody's brother and son I ain't different from anyone It ain't no use a-talking to me It's just the same as talking to you
I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day I figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come 26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine Five, four, three, two, one, Cassius Clay you'd better run 99, 100, 101, 102, your ma won't even recognize you 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, gonna knock him clean right out of his spleen
Well, I don't know, but I've been told The streets in heaven are lined with gold I ask you how things could get much worse If the Russians happen to get up there first Wowee' pretty scary!
Now, I'm liberal, but to a degree I want ev'rybody to be free But if you think that I'll let Barry Goldwater Move in next door and marry my daughter You must think I'm crazy! I wouldn't let him do it for all the farms in Cuba
Well, I set my monkey on the log And ordered him to do the Dog He wagged his tail and shook his head And he went and did the Cat instead He's a weird monkey, very funky
I sat with my high-heeled sneakers on Waiting to play tennis in the noonday sun I had my white shorts rolled up past my waist And my wig-hat was falling in my face But they wouldn't let me on the tennis court
I gotta woman, she's so mean She sticks my boots in the washing machine Sticks me with buckshot when I'm nude Puts bubblegum in my food She's funny, wants my money, calls me "honey"
Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me with a scarf When my name comes up he pretends to barf I've got a million friends!
Now they asked me to read a poem At the sorority sister's home I got knocked down and my head was swimmin' I wound up with the Dean of Women Yippee! I'm a poet, and I know it Hope I don't blow it
I'm gonna grow my hair down to my feet so strange So I look like a walking mountain range And I'm gonna ride into Omaha on a horse Out to the country club and the golf course Carry the New York Times, shoot a few holes, blow their minds
Now you're probably wondering by now Just what this song is all about What's probably got you baffled more Is what this thing here is for It's nothing It's something I learned over in England
Edelweiss ((Adapted from: Edelweiss (English Version) (Theodore Bikel and Mary Martin) - 1959))
((Danish Version: Edelweiss (Danish Version) - 1966))
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein
Edelweiss, Edelweiss Sois toujours notre emblème Fleur si blanche, tu te penches Pour saluer ceux qui t'aiment Contre l'assaut des vents et des neiges Le ciel te protège Edelweiss, Edelweiss Veilles sur nos montagnes
Edelweiss, Edelweiss Every morning you greet me Small and white clean and bright You look happy to meet me Blossom of snow, may you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever Edelweiss, Edelweiss Bless my homeland forever
Edelweiss, Edelweiss Toi l'amie des nuages Fleur de neige ou de ciel Tu vis libre et sauvage Veill' sur le pays de mes amours Tout au long des âges Edelweiss, Edelweiss Veille sur mon village
Edelweiss, Edelweiss Quand le ciel fait naufrage Tu attends le soleil Dans la nuit des alpages Car tu sais bien qu'il revient toujours Après les orages Edelweiss, Edelweiss Veille sur mon village
Appartiene A Me ((Adapted from: She Belongs To Me (Bob Dylan) - 1965)) Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Tito Schipa Jr. Performer(s): Tito Schipa Jr. - 1987
Versions In Other Languages: 1978 - Sie G'hört Zu Mir (Wolfgang Ambros) 1996 - Alo! Ea-I A Mea! (Pasarea Colibri) 2008 - Elle M'appartient (C'est Une Artiste)
Lei sa bene quel che vuole è un'artista - non bada in giro Lei si ruba il buio della notte e tinge il giorno in nero
Tu prova a star su in piedi forte e fiero rubale ogni sensazione Ma finirai a spiare dalla chiave chino a pecorone
Lei mica inciampa chi non sta su non cade E' apolide è enne enne la Legge lei manco la vede
Porta un anello assiro se splende ti parlerà E' un'ipnocollezionista e tu sei una bioantichità
La domenica un inchino il compleanno un'ovazione A carnevale una trombetta e a Natale un bel torrone
Edelweiss Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein First performance/First release by: Theodore Bikel and Mary Martin - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
Edelweiss, Edelweiss Every morning you greet me Small and White Clean and bright You look happy to meet me...
Blossoms of snow may you bloom and grow Bloom and grow forever
Sie G'hört Zu Mir ((Adapted from: She Belongs To Me (Bob Dylan) - 1965)) Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Wolfgang Ambros Performer(s): Wolfgang Ambros - 1978
Versions In Other Languages: 1987 - Appartiene A Me (Tito Schipa Jr.) 1996 - Alo! Ea-I A Mea! (Pasarea Colibri) 2008 - Elle M'appartient (C'est Une Artiste)
Sie hod ollas wos ma braucht sie kann wos und sie hod's zu wos brocht Sie hod ollas wos ma braucht sie kann wos und sie hod's zu wos brocht Sie mocht de Nocht zum Tog und ihre Tog san schwoaz wie de Nocht
Am Anfang bist no stolz drauf dass sa si beschäftigt mit dia Am Anfang bist no stolz drauf dass sa si beschäftigt mit dia Zum Schluss is' dann so weit dass das anbet'st auf de Knia
Sie mocht nie an Bledsinn weu sa si des ned leist'n kann Sie mocht nie an Bledsinn weu sa si des ned leist'n kann Sie is niemand'n verpflichtet und niemand'n geht's wos an
Sie hod an magisch'n Ring der aufleuch't, befua sie wos sogt Sie hod an magisch'n Ring der aufleuch't, befua sie wos sogt Sie mocht an Wurscht'l aus an' so sehr ma si a mit ihr plogt
Sei liab zu ihr am Sunndog knia nieda wann's Geburtsdog hod Sei liab zu ihr am Sunndog knia nieda wann's Geburtsdog hod Schenk ihr zu Weihnacht'n a Tromme und an Grobsta fia ihr Grob
I See Your Face Before Me Composer(s): Howard Dietz; Arthur Schwartz First performance by: Jack Buchanan, Evelyn Laye, Adele Dixon - 1937 Covered by multiple other artists
I see your face before me Crowding my every dream There is your face before me You are my only theme It doesn't matter where you are I can see how fair you are I close my eyes and there you are Always If you could share the magic If you could see me too There would be nothing tragic In all my dreams of you Would that my love could haunt you so Knowing I want you so I can't erase Your beautiful face before me
Would that my love could haunt you so Knowing I want you so I can't erase Your beautiful face before me
Trousse Chemise ((Italian Version: Il Bosco E La Riva (Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Jacques Mareuil - Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Barbara; Waldir Calmon
Dans le petit bois de Trousse chemise Quand la mer est grise et qu'on l'est un peu Dans le petit bois de Trousse chemise On fait des bêtises souviens-toi nous deux On était partis pour Trousse chemise Guettés par les vieill's derrièr' leurs volets On était partis la fleur à l'oreille Avec deux bouteill's de vrai muscadet
On s'était baignés à Trousse chemise La plage déserte était à nous deux On s'était baignés à la découverte La mer était verte, tu l'étais un peu On a dans les bois de Trousse chemise Déjeuné sur l'herbe, mais voilà soudain Que là, j'ai voulu d'un élan superbe Conjuguer le verbe aimer son prochain
Et j'ai renversé à Trousse chemise Malgré tes prières à corps défendant Et j'ai renversé le vin de nos verres Ta robe légère et tes dix sept ans Quand on est rentrés de Trousse chemise La mer était grise, tu ne l'étais plus Quand on est rentré la vie t'a reprise T'as fait ta valise t'es jamais r'venue
On coupe le bois à Trousse chemise Il pleut sur la plage des mortes saisons On coupe le bois, le bois de la cage Où le cur trop sage était en prison
I See You Composer(s): Roger McGuinn; David Crosby First release by: The Byrds - 1966
I see you Under there behind your hair Everywhere, I see you
I see you Turned on eyes can't tell lies Empathise, I see you Warm sliding sun through the cave of your hair Wind washing fields kind of space living there I see you
I know you Met before, seventh floor First world war, I know you
Who lives there? Tell old fair I'm aware That she cares, who lives there?
Green specks bright spiralling out in the sky Catch my mind, turn my head, have to look, don't know why Who lives there?
We thought how For a while they just smile Just a silent thought
I see you Sun is there behind your hair Everywhere, I see you I see you
Troublesome Trumpet Composer(s): Michael Carr Performer(s): Nat Gonella; Bob Crosby & His Orch.; Red Nichols
Troublesome trumpet, tell me why you ruin Beautiful music, what'cha think you're doin' Troublesome trumpet, take the wicked thing away
Troublesome trumpet, catch me feeling nervy Playing these sweet things alway topsy-turvey Troublesome trumpet, how I wish you wouldn't play
If you don't, you're gonna drive me crazy Troublesome trumpet, murder on the blue notes Searing my soul with red-hot burning through notes Troublesome trumpet, driving me crazy (stop, stop, love, love, love it)
Troublesome trumpet Blowin' a blue note Blowin' a low note Troublesome trumpet Blowin' a high note Blowin' a low note
I See The Rain Composer(s): William Campbell; Thomas McAleese Performer(s): Marmalade; Susanna Hoffs
Beautiful day I'd like to lie on the green lawn The ducks are congregating round, round the lily pond And the cows have all gone rinning home to put there coats on Stay indoors, while it pours, till to-morrow
I see the rain again, I must complain again, why does the rain let me down Will you try to make it sunny in the morning?
Five to ten, now it's time for the weather The sun will shine and in it's time, get better But it won't last for long, clouds are spreading over London town Stay indoors, while it pours, till to-morrow
I see the rain again, I'll take the blame again, I see the rain lets you down But I'm gonna' make it sunny in the morning?
Eddie Composer(s): Richard O'Brien
Performer(s): Jonathan Adams
Dr. Von Scott: From the day he was born He was trouble He was the thorn In his mother's side She tried in vain
The Criminologist: But he never caused her nothing but shame
Dr. Von Scott: He left home the day she died From the day she was gone All he wanted Was rock and roll porn And a motorbike Shooting up junk
The Criminologist: He was a low down cheap little punk Dr. Von Scott: Taking everyone for a ride
(When Eddie said he didn't like his teddy) (You knew he was a no good kid) (But when he threatened your life) (With a switch blade knife)
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: What a guy Janet: Makes you cry Dr. Von Scott: And I did
Columbia: Everybody shoved him I very nearly loved him I said, "Hhey listen to me Stay sane inside insanity" But he locked the door And threw away the key
Dr. Von Scott: But he must've been drawn Into something Making him warn me In a note which reads
(What's it say? What's it say?)
Eddie: I'm out of my head Oh hurry, or I may be dead They mustn't carry out their evil deeds
(When Eddie said he didn't like his teddy) (You knew he was a no good kid) (But when he threatened your life) (With a switch blade knife)
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: What a guy Janet: Makes you cry Dr. Von Scott: And I did
(When Eddie said he didn't like his teddy) (You knew he was a no good kid) (But when he threatened your life) (With a switch blade knife)
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: What a guy (Whoo-ho-ho) Janet: Makes you cry (Hey, hey, hey) Dr. Von Scott: And I did (Eddie)
I See The Moon (Traditional) Performer(s): The Mariners
Over the mountain over the sea Back where my heart is longing to be Please let the light that shines on me Shine on the one I love
I see the moon the moon sees me Down through the leaves of the old oak tree (Please) Please let the light that shines on me Shine on the one I love
Over the mountain over the sea Back where my heart is longing to be Please let the light that shines on me Shine on the one I love
I kissed the rose the rose kissed me Fragrant as only a rose can be (Sing a little louder miss) Please take the kiss that comforts me Back to the one I love
(Everybody altogether) Over the mountain over the sea Back where my heart is longing to be Please let the light that shines on me Shine on the one I love
(Everybody once again) Over the mountain over the sea Back where my heart is longing to be Please let the light that shines on me Shine on the one I love
