Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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(I'm Sorry) I'll Be Busy All Next Week
Composer(s): John Gilroy; Harry Linton
An ebony tinted maid of affectation is loved by a gent of tawny hue
She gave to him a standing invitation, saying "Call and I'll be always in for you"
After she had spent most of his money, he said
"Don't leave me in this world alone, could I call to see you once next week, my honey?"
This excuse she offered in regretful tone
He easily hid from her occupation, till into jail they threw this maiden dear
For counterfeit coins of this great nation, as the money that she took from him was queer
She was tried in court by judge and jury, she thought the tawny gent would come to speak
But he sent this note that drove her in a fury
"Goodbye, my gal, I'm busy all next week"
Monday I'll be busy all the day
Tuesday I'm going far away
Wednesday is the day that I study my French
Thursday is for music you would in trench
Friday I must paint a little bit
Saturday in the dentist's chair I'll sit
Sunday is for church, salvation I must seek
I'm sorry, I'll be busy all next week
Éxtasis De Angeles Caídos Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Acudo a tu templo de carne como quien va a misa dispuesto a oficiar la ceremonia de la Consagración Y me acerco a tu altar de transubstanciaciones divino alimento humano donde bebo tu sangre cual vampiro donde como tu cuerpo cuál gusano practicando, en un éxtasis de ángeles caídos la comunión original
Expressway To Your Heart Composer(s): Kenny Gamble; Leon Huff Performer(s): The Soul Survivors; and various other artists
I been tryin' to get to you For a long time 'Cause constantly Girl you been on my mind I was thinking about a shortcut I could take But I found I made a mistake
I was wrong It took too long I got caught in rush hour Fellas started to shower You with love and affection
Now you won't look in my direction? On the expressway To your heart That expressway Not the best way
We'll there's too many In back of me And they're all trying To get in front of me I was thinking I saw a road up ahead. But I found A Stop sign instead I was wrong It took too long I got caught in rush hour Then I started to shower You with love and affection Now you won't look in my direction? On the expressway To your heart That expressway Not the best way (repeat)
I'm Sorry Babe Composer(s): A. Spenner Performer(s): Kokomo
Chorus:
I'm sorry babe I tell ya I (I'm sorry babe) I'm sorry baby,yeah Yeah, alright (sorry babe) Will you really do it to me now The maids will wonder why I try to copy whith you baby Now I need to feel the radiation To help on my way Because I got to get through to ya Well I Yeah
Repeat chorus
Tell me won't you try
Teeny little talk till I get that I got to get the mind thing straight On our way (on our way) Oh yeah The way you keep on doin' it Doin' it to my thing You know Ihave no strength All right Oh I count my blessings Cuz I know it's down to me To get up rockin' To keep rollin' Better fantasy
Chorus
I tell ya I'm sorry babe (I'm sorry babe) Well I tell you Yes I am (I'm sorry babe) Well I'm sorry, yes I am (I'm sorry babe) Yes I'm sorry get it Yes I am,I'm sorry (I'm sorry babe)
Keep on rollin' Move yourself Get that soul in Yeah
You want to stop that lovin' Without no fight I said I'll take you home
Experiment IV Composer(s): Kate Bush Performer(s): Kate Bush
We were working secretly for the military Our experiment in sound was nearly ready to begin We only know in theory what we are doing Music made for pleasure, music made to thrill It was music we were making here until...
* They told us all they wanted Was a sound that could kill someone from a distance So we go ahead And the meters are over in the red It's a mistake in the making
From the painful cries of mothers To the terrifying screams We recorded it And put it into our machine, but...
Repeat *
It could feel like falling in love It could feel so bad But it could feel so good It could sing you to sleep But that dream is your enemy
We won't be there to be blamed We won't be there to snitch I just pray that someone there Can hit the switch, but...
No, No, Nanette Composer(s): Vincent Youmans; Otto Harbach Performer(s): Doris Day, Gene Nelson and multiple other artists
Chorus: We're going to Atlantic city we have packed our dresses pretty soon you'll see us mingling with the throng
Men: Before we start on our vacation we have one more obligation let us ask Nanette to come along
Women: Why should we take Nanette along, she'll be an extra dame
Men: Because we fellows like Nanette
Nanette: Oh, did I hear my name?
Men: Please let her go
Tommy: Please let her go
Women: No, no, Nanette
Chorus: No, no, no, no!
Nanette: No, no, Nanette that's all I hear! I get it the whole day through No, no, Nanette regales my ear no matter what I may do Sometime, perhaps I'll have my way when I am old and turning grey But just as yet it's always no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Nanette!
Experiment Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Gertrude Lawrence; and various other artists
Before you leave these portals To meet less fortunate mortals There's just one final message I would give to you You all have learned reliance On the sacred teachings of science So I hope, through life you never will decline In spite of philistine Defiance To do what all good scientists do
Experiment Make it your motto day and night Experiment And it will lead you to the light The apple on the top of the tree Is never too high to achieve So take an example from Eve Experiment Be curious Though interfering friends may frown, Get furious Aat each attempt to hold you down If this advice you'll only employ The future can offer you infinite joy And merriment Experiment And you'll see
I'm Sorry Composer(s): John Denver First release by: John Denver - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
Its cold here in the city It always seems that way And Ive been thinking about you almost everyday Thinking about the good times Thinking about the rain Thinking about how bad it feels alone again
Im sorry for the way things are in China Im sorry things aint what they used to be But more than anything else Im sorry for myself 'Cause youre not here with me
Our friends ask all about you I say youre doing fine And I expect to hear from you almost anytime But they all know Im crying I cant sleep at night They all know Im dying down deep inside
Im sorry for all the lies I told you Im sorry for the things I didnt say But more than anything else Im sorry for myself I cant believe you went away
Im sorry if I took some things for granted Im sorry for the chains I put on you But more than anything else Im sorry for myself For living without you
Viajamos entre la tormenta después de la explosión de Dios Cada relámpago nos muestra fantasmagóricos de amor A cada paso se hunde el lodo salta un reptil, acechan diez Cada segundo es como el cobro de lo que resultamos ser
A bordo de esta expedición va un loco, un albañil un nigromante, un ruiseñor y un beso espadachín Nos falta un día, un niño, un don para sobrevivir
Primero fuimos los heraldos llevando buenas del Señor pero excedimos su mandato cargando el peso del dolor Hoy somos ángeles caídos junto al que fuimos a curar Temen que a nuestros propios hijos les enseñemos a volar
A bordo de esta expedición va un loco, un albañil un nigromante, un ruiseñor y un beso espadachín Nos falta un día, un niño, un don para sobrevivir
I'm Sorry (Adapted from: I'm Sorry - Brenda Lee - English Version - 1959/1960) Composer(s): Dub Albritton; Ronnie Self Performer(s): Gitte; Regina Palm
Titles In Other Languages: 1974 - Jeg Be'r Dig 1978 - Vergeef Me
I'm sorry, so sorry Denn ich war ja so dumm Wenn Lippen schweigen, Herzen sind nicht stumm Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh yeah
Du, sag mir, was falsch war Kannst Du denn nicht verzeihen? Bin ja so traurig und bin so allein
I'm sorry, so sorry Erste Liebe macht ja so blind Du mußt verstehen, daß wir zu jung noch sind Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh yeah
Du, sag mir, was falsch war Kannst Du denn nicht verzeihen? Bin ja so traurig und bin so allein Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh yeah
I'm sorry, so sorry Erste Liebe macht ja so blind Doch Du muß verstehen, daß wir zu jung noch sind
Expecting To Fly Composer(s): Neil Young Performer(s): Buffalo Springfield; and various other artists
There you stood on the edge of your feather Expecting to fly While I laughed, I wondered whether I could wave goodbye Knowin' that you'd gone By the summer it was healing We had said goodbye All the years we'd spent with feeling Ended with a cry Babe, ended with a cry Babe, ended with a cry
I tried so hard to stand As I stumbled and fell to the ground So hard to laugh as I fumbled And reached for the love I found Knowin' it was gone If I never lived without you Now you know I'd die If I never said I loved you Now you know I'd try Babe, now you know I'd try Babe, now you know I'd try Babe
EXP Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix Performer(s): The Jimi Hendrix Experience; Sting
[Announcer:] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen Welcome to radio station EXP Tonight we are featuring an interview with a very peculiar looking gentleman who goes by the name of Mr. Paul Corusoe on the dodgy subject of are there or are there not flying saucers or UFOs? Please Mr. Corusoe, please could you give us your regarded opinion on this nonsense about spaceships and even space people?
[Mr. Corusoe:] Thank you As you well know you just can't believe everything you see and hear, can you? Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be on my way
[Announcer:] Bu...but,but...gulb...I, I, don't believe it
Vergeef Me (Adapted from: I'm Sorry - 1959/1960) (Danish Version: Jeg Be'r Dig - 1974) Composer(s): Dub Albritton; Ronnie Self; Co van Raaijen Performer(s): Mieke - 1978)
Vergeef me Het spijt me Jouw blik doet me pijn Je verwijt me steeds weer het gene Dat allang is verdwenen
M'n liefde Ik huilde Om jou die ik zonder meer ruilde Ik heb je bedrogen En zie in je ogen verdriet
Liefste Het spijt me Zeg me alsjeblieft Wat kan ik doen Om het allemaal weer goed te maken Vergeef me nog Deze ene keer Misschien wordt het dan net weer Zoals het vroeger was
Jou kan ik Niet missen Ik zou alles uit willen wissen Opnieuw te beginnen Jou weer te beminnen voor altijd
Vergeef me Geloof me Het was niets En ik zal je beloven M'n liefde te geven En verder te leven Voor jou...
Exodus
((Adapted from: Exodus (Ernest Gold) - 1960); The Exodus Song (This Land Is Mine) (Pat Boone) - 1961))
Composer(s): Ernest Gold - Eddy Marnay
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Ils sont partis dans un soleil d'hiver Ils sont partis courir la mer Pour effacer la peur Pour écraser la peur Que la vie leur a clouée au fond du coeur Ils sont partis en croyant aux moissons Du vieux pays de leurs chansons Le coeur chantant d'espoir Le coeur hurlant d'espoir Ils ont repris le chemin de leur mémoire Ils ont pleuré les larmes de la mer Ils ont versé tant de prières "Délivrez-nous, nos frères Délivrez-nous, nos frères!" Que leurs frères les ont tirés vers la lumière Ils sont là-bas dans un pays nouveau Qui flotte au mât de leur bateau Le coeur brisé d'amour Le coeur perdu d'amour Ils ont retrouvé la Terre de l'Amour....
Crazy Rhythm Composer(s): Roger Wolfe Kahn; Joseph Meyer; Irving Caesar First release by: Roger Wolfe Kahn and his Orch. - 1928 Covered by multiple other artists
Bee: Crazy rhythm, here's the doorway I'll go my way, you'll go your way Crazy rhythm, from now on We're through. Here is where we have a showdown I'm too high-hat, you're too low-down Crazy rhythm, here's goodbye to you! They say that when a high-brow meets a low-brow Walkin' along Broadway Soon the high-brow He has no brow Ain't it a shame? And you're to blame What's the use of prohibition? You produce the same condition Crazy rhythm, from now on, we're through Crazy rhythm, I've gone crazy
Existential Blues Composer(s): Tom "T Bone" Stankus Performer(s): Tom "T Bone" Stankus
Hey, man, what are you really into, huh?
The elusive butterfly has just tip-toed past my door My buddy likes the Yankees; she says "Hey, T-Bone, what's the score?" And I say, "Well, Reggie got 1 in 1 in 3, and 25 is 6 to 4" Is the left-wing really pinko? Colonel Sanders, what a bore! You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose? Is this schizoid paranoia, or just existential blues?
The amenities of life have been chasing my soul And my mind is transcendental, and I'm losing all control And I'm sinking in the quagmire of illusions and Thoreau I cry out, "My name is T-Bone!" as a hound dog digs a hole You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose? Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies, or just existential blues?
Sailing, sailing, what is 'lusion? What is tru-ue? Sailing, sailing, over the existential blues God bless America, and Old Glory too! May she always wave o'er us with the red, white, and existential blues! Hey, ba-ba-de-ba-ba-da-ba-da-da Ba-de-bom-ba-de-bom--ba-ding-a-ding-ding ding-existential blues Hey, you can do what you want but lay off my existential blues! My blue suede existential blues!
[Spoken:] I was on a quest! To dream the impossible dream Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah I was walking down the road, I was looking for the truth of life When I came across all these little people, little people Little people all around me They looked up at me and said, "Hey, mister, are you tall?" I said, "Yes, I'm tall, but who are you weird little whiners?" And they looked up at me with their big, red, bloodshot eyes and said
We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids The lollipop kids We are the lollipop kids! And we'd like to welcome you to Munchkinland!
I said, "Hey! Hey, weird little whiners, I am on a quest To dream the impossible dream Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah I said, "Hey kids, I'm looking for the truth of life Where do I go, who do I see?" They said, "Slow down, mister, in order to find the truth of life one must see The Wizard!" I said, "The Wizard? Well, where does this wizard, old wise one, live?" They said, "You see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill?" I said, "Yes, I see the big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill There's a big, dark forest between me and the big, green glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill And a little old lady on a Hoover vacuum cleaner going 'I'll get you, my little pretty, and your little dog, Toto, too!' I don't even have a little dog, Toto"
Such predicaments, I must forge ahead! To dream the impossible dream Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah I must find the truth of life I said, "But you know, kids, I can handle a big, green, glow-in-the-dark house up on the hill, I can handle a darn forest, I can handle the little old lady But that's a very strange road you're sending me down! I've seen yellow stripes in the middle of a road before, but kids, uh, never quite that wide!" All right, tighten your shorts pilgrim, and sing like da Duke
Follow the yellow brick road (Come on) Follow the yellow brick road (Everybody sing) Follow, follow, follow, follow Follow the yellow brick road If ever a wonderful wiz there was The Wizard of Oz is one because Because, because, because, because, because Because of the wonderful things he does! La-la-la-la-la-la-la, ha-ha! We're off to see the wizard The wonderful Wizard of Oz!
Wellllll, I got a little bit tired of Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah I got a little bit tired of walking down this old blinding yellow road So pulled my little tired old body off to a little rest area And lo and behold there's a little field of little red flowers out there And they, heh, smelled so good Whoa I was gettin' pretty tired and they smelled so good, and I Figured, well, I'll just stretch out in this little field of
Poppies! Poppies! Poppies! Poppies! (Cough) Hey, what a strange dream, man! The little flowers, they smell awfully good, and I was pretty tired The old wizard's just gonna have to wait, man, because I'm just gonna Stretch out again in the little field of
Poppies! Poppies! Poppies! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy! (Snifffffff) Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy! ....confidence in herself, man Along came this old man in a green El Dorado II, screeched to a halt A little short man with a big red nose Toking a bottle of Yukon Jack Strolled up to me and said, "Hey, son" I said, "Old man, don't bother me Poppies, mmmmmmmmm!" He said, "T-Bone!" I said, "Wait a minute, this old man knows my name, he must be The Wizard!"
He must be the Wizard The Wizard of Oz Why have you come to haunt me? Oh, Wizard of Oz
I said, "Oh, Wizard, old wise one, I have been on a quest To dream the impossible dream Walking down the road one day, doo-dah, doo-dah And I met these little people We are the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids, the lollipop kids Follow the yellow brick road Follow, follow, follow I got tired Poppies! Poppies! Little old man, I've been through hell!" He said, "Hey, son, slow down, relax" I said, "But, wizard, old wise one, I have come so far to find the truth of life!" He says, "Hey, son, slow down, relax" He said, "To tell you the truth, son..." I said, "Wizard, that's what I've come to find is the truth" He said, "No, no, no, son, you've got me all wrong Heh heh To tell you the truth, son...uh...how can I tell you this? Uh... I've been in this field of poppies a long time myself, and I've come to find, son that the only truth in life is right here in this bottle" I said, "Wizard!" He said, "No, truly, son In fact, I'd rather have this bottle in front of me than A Frontal Lobotomy!" How profound, Wizard!
Some girl with psychic power, she said, "T-Bone, what's your sign?" I blink and answer, "Neon!" I thought I'd blow her mind She's reading Moby Dick by some fruitcake named Herman She's chomping on a knockwurst, was the duchess really German? You ask so many questions, what answers should I choose? Is this really Butte, Montana, or just existential blues?
Really Butte, Montana? Is this Plato's heebie-jeebies? Is this schizoid paranoia?