Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Trying So Hard To Forget Composer(s): Peter Green - Adams Performer(s): Peter Green & Duster Bennett
You know life can be so sad Sometimes you just sit right down and cry You know life can be so sad Sometimes you just sit right down, and you cry
Sometimes your luck it gets so bad Maybe you'd be better off if you should die Yes I've tried so hard not to remember And people I've tried so hard to forget I've tried so hard not to remember And people I've tried so hard to forget
But I can't stop my mind wandering Back to the days I was just a down trodden kid Some folks have such a good life You know they just get on that big train, and you ride You know some folks have such a good life They just get on that big train, and you ride
I would spend most of my days Running and hiding from the world outside If I ever get to heaven You know, that sure would ease my worried mind Yes, if I ever get to heaven That sure would ease my worried life You know when I find that place in the sky People I'm gonna leave this old world behind
I Thank You Composer(s): Fred Ebb; John Kander Performer(s): Liza Minnelli
Ladies and gentlemen, I must tell you something My life looks very beautiful to me right now And in thank you for sharing it with me And in front of you, I would like to thank the man who brought me into it
If it wasnt for you There wouldnt be me I thank you
You taught me to be The best I could be I thank you
There wasnt a day we spent together That you didnt make me smile You gave me my strength You gave me my hope You gave me my style
So isnt it time I stopped and I said I thank you
For all of the dreams Inside of my head I thank you Thank you
This world is a wonderful place This world you taught me to see So blessings dear friend If it wasnt for you There wouldnt be me
I thank you Thank you
This world is a magical place This world you opened for me So blessings dear man If it wasnt for you There wouldnt be me
Wie eine Festung ist dein Haus und ich klopf' an deine Tür Mach auf! Alle Fenster sind ohne Leben
und ich fühl' es du wohnst nicht mehr hier
In Gedanken geh' ich heim Und ich spür bei jedem Schritt Einsamkeit Oh deine Bilder in meinem Zimmer sind wie Träume einer schönen Zeit
Doch ein Bild kann nicht lachen so wie du Ja und ein Bild kann nicht zärtlich weinen so wie du Oh nein ein Bild kann nicht zärtlich sein
es kann mich nicht verstehn und ich muß meinen Weg alleine gehn
Tausend Straßen tausendmal wenn man liebt was bedeutet dann eine Zahl Ich muß dich suchen solang' ich lebe und dein Bild trag ich bei mir überall Doch ein Bild kann nicht lachen so wie du
Trying Composer(s): Billy Vaughn Performer(s): The Hilltoppers and multiple other artists
I'm tryin' to forget you, but try as I may You're still my every thought, Dear, every day No use tryin' to forget you 'cause I realise That I'm trying to forget you with tears in my eyes
And those teardrops only remind me That I love you more and more So, I'll put my foolish pride behind me And go knockin', knockin' at your door
And I'll be tryin' to impress you Hopin' to possess you Now I know I haven't a chance, Dear, there's no denyin' But you can't blame a fellow for tryin'
And those teardrops only remind me That I love you more and more So, I'll put my foolish pride behind me And go knockin', knockin' at your door
And I'll be tryin' to impress you Hopin' to possess you Now I know I haven't a chance, Dear, there's no denyin' But you can't blame a fellow for tryin'
I Thank The Moon Composer(s): Billy Dawn Smith Performer(s): The Crests; The Arrogants; Johnny Maestro
Yes it's true when they say that when the moon is high It casts a magic light on lovers I fell in love with you on a perfect night in June And darling I thank the moon
While we walked through the park the moon was in a cloud I wanted to cry out loud I love you Just then the moon appeared and two hearts began to spoon And darling I thank the moon
Remember I was afraid and shy to tell what was in my heart Then the moon seemed to say you're in love We kissed and gave love its start It's true when they say that when the moon's in sight It casts a magic light on lovers
It made you love me too on a perfect night in June And darling I thank the moon I thank the moon
18 Yellow Roses Composer(s): Bobby Darin First release: Bobby Darin - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1964 - 18 utih Rua (Miodrag Jevremovic) 1974 - 18 Røde Roser (Johnny Reimar)
Eignteen yellow roses came today Eighteen yellow roses in a pretty bouquet When the boy came to the door I didn't know what to say But eighteen yellow roses came today I opened up the card to see what it said I couldn't believe my eyes When I had read Though you belong to another I love you anyway Yes eighteen yellow roses came today
I never doubted your love for a minute I always thought that you would be true But now this box and the flowers in it I guess there's nothin' left for me to do But ask to meet the boy that's done this thing And find out if he's got plans to buy you a ring 'Cause eighteen yellow roses will wilt and die one day But a father's love will never fade away Will never fade away
Tryin` to love two Ain`t easy to do When you`re trying to love two Sure ain`t easy to do
I`ve got a woman at home That`s sweet as can be A woman on the outside Crazy about me I`m caught in the middle Of a three-way love affair Caught up in this triangle Can`t go nowhere
Tryin` to love two Ain`t easy to do When you`re trying to love two Sure ain`t easy to do
I need to be three men in one To get my job done I need a 30-hour day Two jobs with double pay I need a man to go to work A man to stay at home I need a man on the outside To keep my woman...
I Tell It Like It Used To Be Composer(s): Michael Garvin; Ron Hellard; Bucky Jones Performer(s): T. Graham Brown; Joe Dolan
They say that I'm the kind of person who always speaks my mind
I wish that I was stronger I could tell them that you've gone To me there's nothing stronger then the truth But that's one thing that I may never do You can ask me almost anything and I'll tell you like it is If they want to hear about our love and how it all went wrong But darlin' when they ask me about you Then darlin' they will just have to talk to you
I tell it like it used to be When you were still in love with me Before you got to used to me and wanted someone new I tell it like it ought to be 'cause how it is is killing me When they ask about you and me I tell it like it used to be
I'm eighteen with a bullet Got my finger on the trigger, I'm gonna pull it I'm picked to click now I'm a son-of-a-gun
So hold it right there little girl, little girl We're gonna have big fun
I may be an oldie, but I'm a goodie, too I'll last forever and I'll be good to you Oh, yes I will
(Do, do, do, do, do...)
I'm eighteen with a bullet Got my finger on the trigger, I'm gonna pull it I'm a super-soul sure-shot, yeah I'm a national breakout So let me check your playlist, mama Huh, c'mon let's make out
I'm high on the chart I'm tip for the top But till I'm in your heart I ain't never gonna stop Never, never baby
We got a smash double-header If we only stay together Talkin' 'bout you Talkin' 'bout me
(Do, do, do, do, do...)
I'm eighteen with a bullet Got my finger on the trigger, I'm gonna pull it Yes I will Be my A-side, baby, be beside me Right now, right now I'm a single But pretty soon you'll see We'll have a hit first time And won't be long we'll find That we're raising a whole L.P. Woo-hoo
You know I'm eighteen, woo-hoo, with a bullet Yes I am, baby I got my finger right there on the trigger I'm gonna pull it, pull it, pull it You better start makin' plans, baby This old house is too small, now, now, now I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I (Shoop shoop shoop shoop, be doo be doo doo...)
I Taut I Taw A Puddy Tat Composer(s): Alan Livingston; Warren Foster; Billy May Performer(s): Mel Blanc and multiple other artists
Tweety: I am a little, tiny, bird My name is Tweety Pie I live inside my bird cage, a-hanging way up high I like to swing upon my perch and sing my little song But there's a tat that's after me and won't let me alone
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
Sylvester: I am that great big bad old cat, Sylvester is my name I only have one aim in life and that is very plain I want to catch that little bird and eat him right away But just as I get close to him, this is what he'll say
I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me You bet he taw a puddy tat, that puddy tat is me!
Tweety: That puddy tat is very bad, he sneaks up from behind I don't think I would like it if I knew what's on his mind I have a strong suspicion that his plans for me aren't good I am inclined to think that he would eat me if he could
Sylvester: I'd like to eat that sweetie pie when he leaves his cage But I can never catch him, It throws me in a rage You bet I'd eat that little bird if I could just get near But every time that I approach, this is all I hear
Tweety: I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
And when I sing that little song, my mistress knows he's back She grabs her broom and brings it down upon Sylvester's back So listen you bad puddy tat, let's both be friends and see My mistress will not chase you if you sing this song with me
Tweety: Come on now, like a good cat Sylvester: Oh, all right Sufferin' Succotash!
Both: I taut I taw a puddy tat a creepin' up on me I did! I taw a puddy tat as plain as he could be!
Eight More Miles To Louisville Composer(s): Grandpa Jones - Louis Jones
First release: Grandpa Jones - 1946
Covered by multiple other artists
I've traveled o'er this country wide seeking fortune fair Up and down the two coast lines I've traveled everywhere From Portland East to Portland West back along the line I'm going now to the place that's best that old hometown of mine
Eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view Eight more miles on this old road and I'll never more be blue I knew some day that I'd come back I knew it from the start Eight more miles to Louisville the hometown of my heart
There's bound to be a gal somewhere that you like best of all Mine lives down in Louisville she's long and she is tall But she's the kind that you can't find a traveling through the land I'm on my way this very day to win her heart and hand
Now I can picture in my mind a place we'll call our home A humble little hut for two we'll never want to roam The place that's right for that love sight is in those bluegrass hills Where gently flows the Ohio by a place called Louisville
Try Too Hard Composer(s): Dave Clark - Mike Smith First release: The Dave Clark Five - 1966
Tell me, do you want my love Tell me what you're thinkin' of I've been waitin' 'round so long You don't try too hard You don't try too hard
I hope you're not tryin' to make a fool of me 'Cause if you are I know there's going to be Some tears fallin' and they won't be mine You don't try too hard You don't try too hard
Some people may want many loves my friend But we both know what happens to them in the end So please listen to these words of mine And let me know that I'm not wasting my time I'm sure that we could get along very fine You don't try too hard You don't try too hard
You don't try too hard You don't try too hard You don't try too hard You don't try too hard
Eight Miles High ((Italian Version: Vado Su In Alto (Gli Astrali) - 1995)) Composer(s): Gene Clark - Roger McGuinn - David Crosby First release: The Byrds - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Eight miles high and when you touch down You'll find that it's stranger than known Signs in the street that say where you're going Are somewhere just being their own
Nowhere is there warmth to be found among those afraid of losing their ground Rain gray town known for its sound In places small faces unbound
Round the squares huddled in storms Some laughing some just shapeless forms Sidewalk scenes and black limousines Some living some standing alone
I Talk To The Trees Dutch Title: We Zullen Wel Zien - 1970 Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner; Frederick Loewe First recording by: Tony Bavaar & Olga San Juan - 1951 Covered by multiple other artists
I talk to the trees But they don't listen to me I talk to the stars But they never hear me The breeze hasn't time To stop and hear what I say I talk to them all in vain But suddenly my words Reach someone else's ear At someone else's heart strings too I tell you my dreams And while you're listening to me I suddenly see them come true I can see us some April night Looking out across a rollin' farm Having supper in the candlelight Walking later, arm in arm Then I'll tell you how I pass the day Thinking mainly how the night would be Then I'll try to find the words to say All the things you mean to me I tell you my dreams And while you're listening to me I suddenly see them come true
Eight Line Poem Composer(s): David Bowie
Performer(s): David Bowie
The tactful cactus by your window Surveys the prairie of your room The mobile spins to its collision Clara puts her head between her paws They've opened shops down West side Will all the cacti find a home But the key to the city Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky
Try not to look so pretty The next time that we meet Please don't look so pretty And I won't act so weak Please don't look so pretty You're lovely but it's just cruel Try not to look so pretty And I'll try not to be your fool
You walk in and steal my mind But who gave you the right To treat me like some useless thought You throw away each night
Please don't look so pretty You're lovely but it's just cruel Try not to look so pretty And I'll try not to be your fool
You make it hard on me But I'll try to pretend That you're just a lovesick dream That always has to end
Please don't look so pretty You're lovely but it's just cruel Try not to look so pretty And I'll try not to be your fool
I Take What I Want Composer(s): Isaac Hayes; Teenie Hodges; David Porter First release by: Sam & Dave - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
I take what I want, I'm a bad go-getter, yeah, yes I am I'm never a loser and I'm never bitter, yeah, oh no 'Cause I take what I want, yeah yeah, baby I want you, yes, you
I've been watchin' you walk by, and I haven't said a word, not one word But now I'm ready to get you and I'm gonna make you my girl, my lovin' girl 'Cause I take what I want, yeah yeah, baby I want you
Gonna pick you up now, carry you away, yes I am So you better pack up now baby, pack him up today Here I come, just a big bad man When I walk away, baby, you'll be holdin' my hand
'Cause I take what I want, I'm a bad go-getter, yeah, yes I am But now I'm ready to get you and I'm gonna make you my girl, my lovin' girl 'Cause I take what I want, yeah baby I want you Nobody but you, baby (Whaddya need now?) Nobody but you, your love to be by my side Your heart to be by my guide, told your mind I love you baby, nothin' but your soul ...