Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Into The Mystic Composer(s): Van Morrison First release by: Van Morrison - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
We were born before the wind Also younger than the sun Ere the bonnie boat was won as we sailed into the mystic Hark, now hear the sailors cry Smell the sea and feel the sky Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home And when the fog horn blows I want to hear it I don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And magnificently we will flow into the mystic
When that fog horn blows you know I will be coming home And when that fog horn whistle blows I got to hear it I don't have to fear it
And I want to rock your gypsy soul Just like way back in the days of old And together we will flow into the mystic Come on girl...
(Y'all come down to New Orleans) (Y'all come down to New Orleans)
Y'all come down to New Orleans To the city where the king is the blues Y'all come down to New Orleans Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes
Jambalaya and potato pies Creole babies with their pretty eyes You'll find them there in New Orleans They got 'em there in New Orleans
They learn from their Mammy and Pappy To dance till the break of the day Folks there know the way to be happy A-let me tell ya, now what do you say
Y'all come down to New Orleans To the city where the king is the blues Y'all come down to New Orleans Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes
Well, the shrimp boats are comin' up the Mississip' Uh-huh-huh, pack your bags, c'mon and make the trip 'Cause when you get to New Orleans You'll like it there in New Orleans
(Instrumental Break)
They learn from their Mammy and Pappy To dance till the break of the day Folks there know the way to be happy A-let me tell ya, now what do you say
Y'all come down to New Orleans To the city where the king is the blues Y'all come down to New Orleans Where the rhythm travels down to your shoes
Well, the shrimp boats are comin' up the Mississip' A-pack your bags, come on and make the trip 'Cause when you get to New Orleans You'll like it there in New Orleans
Y'all come down to New Orleans Y'all come down to New Orleans Y'all come down to New Orleans
Into the heart...of a child I stay a while...oh, I can go back Into the heart...of a child I can smile I can go there Into the heart Into the heart of a child I can go back I can stay awhile Into the heart...
New Math Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
Some of you who have small children may have perhaps been put in the embarrassing position of being unable to do your child's arithmetic homework because of the current revolution in mathematics teaching known as the New Math So as a public service here tonight I thought I would offer a brief lesson in the New Math Tonight, we're gonna cover subtraction
This is the first room I've worked for a while that didn't have a blackboard so we will have to make do with more primitive visual aids as they say in the ed biz Consider the following subtraction problem which I will put up here: 342 minus 173 Now, remember how we used to do that: But in the new approach, as you know the important thing is to understand what you're doing rather than to get the right answer Here's how they do it now:
You can't take three from two Two is less than three So you look at the four in the tens place Now that's really four tens So you make it three tens Regroup, and you change a ten to ten ones And you add 'em to the two and get twelve And you take away three, that's nine Is that clear?
Now instead of four in the tens place You've got three 'Cause you added one That is to say, ten, to the two But you can't take seven from three So you look in the hundreds place
From the three you then use one To make ten ones... (And you know why four plus minus one Plus ten is fourteen minus one? 'Cause addition is commutative, right!)... And so you've got thirteen tens And you take away seven And that leaves five...
Well, six actually... But the idea is the important thing!
Now go back to the hundreds place You're left with two And you take away one from two And that leaves...?
Everybody get one? Not bad for the first day!
Hooray for New Math New-hoo-hoo Math It won't do you a bit of good to review math It's so simple So very simple That only a child can do it!
Now, that actually is not the answer that I had in mind because the book that I got this problem out of wants you to do it in base eight But don't panic! Base eight is just like base ten really - if you're missing two fingers! Shall we have a go at it? Hang on...
You can't take three from two Two is less than three So you look at the four in the eights place Now that's really four eights So you make it three eights Regroup, and you change an eight to eight ones And you add 'em to the two And you get one-two base eight Which is ten base ten And you take away three, that's seven Ok?
Now instead of four in the eights place You've got three 'Cause you added one That is to say, eight, to the two But you can't take seven from three So you look at the sixty-fours...
Sixty-four? "How did sixty-four get into it?" I hear you cry! Well, sixty-four is eight squared, don't you see? Well, ya ask a silly question, ya get a silly answer...!
From the three, you then use one To make eight ones You add those ones to the three And you get one-three base eight Or, in other words In base ten you have eleven And you take away seven And seven from eleven is four! Now go back to the sixty-fours You're left with two And you take away one from two And that leaves...?
Now, let's not always see the same hands! One, that's right Whoever got one can stay after the show and clean the erasers
Hooray for New Math New-hoo-hoo Math! It won't do you a bit of good to review math It's so simple So very simple That only a child can do it!
Come back tomorrow night...we're gonna do fractions!
Into The Great Wide Open (Italian Version: Nel Grande Spazio Aperto - 1992) Composer(s): Tom Petty; Jeff Lynne Performer(s): Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers - 1991
Eddie waited til' he finished high school He went to Hollywood, got a tattoo He met a girl out there with a tattoo too The future was wide open
They moved into a place they both could afford He found a night club he could work at the door She had a guitar and she taught him some chords The sky was the limit
Into the great wide open Under them skies of blue Out in the great wide open A rebel without a clue
The papers said Ed always played from the heart He got an agent and a roadie named Bart They made a record and it went in the charts The sky was the limit
His leather jacket had chains that would jingle They both met movie stars, partied and mingled Their A&R man said: "I don't hear a single" The future was wide open
Into the great wide open Under them skies of blue Out in the great wide open A rebel without a clue
Into the great wide open Under them skies of blue Into the great wide open A rebel without a clue
New Kid In Town Composer(s): Don Henley; Glenn Frey; J.D. Souther Performer(s): The Eagles; and various other artists
There's talk on the street, it sounds so familiar Great expectations, everybody's watching you People you meet they all seem to know you Even your old friends treat you like you're something new Johnny-come-lately, the new kid in town Everybody loves you, so don't let them down
You look in her eyes, the music begins to play Hopeless romantics, here we go again But after a while you're looking the other way It's those restless hearts that never mend Johnny-come-lately, the new kid in town Will she still love you when you're not around?
There's so many things you should have told her But night after night you're willing to hold her Just hold her, tears on your shoulder
There's talk on the street, it's there to remind you That it doesn't really matter which side you're on You're walking away and they're talking behind you They will never forget you till somebody new comes along
Where you been lately? There's a new kid in town Everybody loves him, don't they? Now he's holding her And you're still around, oh my my There's a new kid in town Just another new kid in town
Oo-hoo, everybody's talking 'bout the new kid in town Oo-hoo, everybody's walking like the new kid in town There's a new kid in town (I don't want to hear it) There's a new kid in town (I don't want to hear it) There's a new kid in town There's a new kid in town There's a new kid in town (Everybody's talking) There's a new kid in town (People started walking) There's a new kid in town There's a new kid in town (repeat & fade)
Nel Grande Spazio Aperto (Adapted from: Into The Great Wide Open - 1991) Composer(s): Tom Petty; Jeff Lynne; Massimo Bubola Performer(s): Cristiano De Andrè - 1992
Carlo finì le scuole e prese coraggio andò a Milano e si fece un tatuaggio la sua ragazza lo portava all'orecchio il futuro era aperto poi si affitarono una casa da soli lui trovò un posto in disco da buttafuori lei gli insegnò delle chitarre il segreto il cielo era il tetto
Nel grande spazio aperto sopra quel cielo blu nel grande spazio aperto sei un ribelle senza tribù
Le recensioni erano buone davvero prese un agente ed un bravo scudiero fecero un disco che iniziava a salire il cielo era il confine
Sopra il giubbotto aveva catene e chiodi era invitato ai parties più prestigiosi ma il grande capo disse "Non è successo!" il futuro era aperto
Nel grande spazio aperto sopra quel cielo blu nel grande spazio aperto sei un ribelle senza tribù
Nel grande spazio aperto sopra quel cielo blu nel grande spazio aperto sei un ribelle senza tribù
New Highway Composer(s): Homer Jackson Performer(s): Larry Sparks
I read a book about a man Who never went to school He could tell you more things about life Than any man I ever knew
He didn't study to be a carpenter But things he could build Would stand the storms life could bring No matter how small or big
And he built a new highway to Heaven And few there'll be that travel thereon He put me on a new highway to Heaven There's no detour sign, you don't have to travel alone
He didn't study to be a scientist Or have a doctor's degree He knew more than any surgeon Of this world could ever teach
He can remove a stony heart Put a new one in its place Jesus does this from inside out Leaves no scars, no other trace
And he built a new highway to Heaven And few there'll be that travel thereon He put me on a new highway to Heaven There's no detour sign, you don't have to travel alone
He put me on a new highway to Heaven And few there'll be that travel thereon He put me on a new highway to Heaven There's no detour sign, you don't have to travel alone He put me on a new highway to Heaven
Into My Arms Composer(s): Nick Cave First release by: Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - 1997
I don't believe in an interventionist God But I know, darling, that you do But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him Not to intervene when it came to you Not to touch a hair on your head To leave you as you are And if He felt He had to direct you Then direct you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
And I don't believe in the existence of angels But looking at you I wonder if that's true But if I did I would summon them together And ask them to watch over you To each burn a candle for you To make bright and clear your path And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love And guide you into my arms
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
And I believe in Love And I know that you do too And I believe in some kind of path That we can walk down, me and you So keep your candlew burning And make her journey bright and pure That she will keep returning Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms, O Lord Into my arms
Into Money Composer(s): Robin Trower Performer(s): Robin Trower
You've got your house, you've got your car You live up on the hill among the stars You say you did what you had to do But was it really worth what they put you through You know these things we believed in It didn't touch you at all I hate to see you like this baby With your back to the wall
You lost your heart, when you lost your nerve Maybe you lost your grip on that first curve You used to talk about bein' free Why, you're so tied up you can't even breathe
You know these things we believed in They didn't touch you at all I hate to see you like this baby With your back to the wall Money into money Money into money
Money into money Money into money You're into money, into money You're into money, money Into money yeah, yeah Into money Into money, into money, into money yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Into money
New Europeans Composer(s): Warren Cann; Chris Cross; Billy Currie; Ultravox; Midge Ure Performer(s): Midge Ure; Ultravox
In a quiet street washed by the rain
a room within the home A lonely man sits cheek to cheek with unique designs in chrome The mellow years have long gone by, but now he sits alone He has a brand new radio, but never turns it on
New Europeans Young Europeans New Europeans
A photograph of lovers lost lies pressed in magazines Her eyes belong to a thousand girls, she's the wife who's never seen Their educated son has left in search of borrowed dreams His television's in his bed, he's frozen to the screen
New Europeans Young Europeans New Europeans
On a crowded beach washed by the sun, he puts his headphones on His modern world revolves around the synthesizer's song Full of future thoughts and thrills, his senses slip away He's a European legacy, a culture for today
Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall Composer(s): Doris Fisher; Allan Roberts Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald & The Ink Spots and multiple other artists
Into each life some rain must fall But too much is falling in mine Into each heart some tears must fall But some day the sun will shine
Some folks can lose the blues in their hearts But when I think of you another shower starts Into each life some rain must fall But too much is falling in mine
Into each and every life some rain has got to fall But too much of that stuff is fallin' into mine And into each heart some tears gotta fall And I know that someday that sun is bound to shine
Some folks can lose the blues in their heart But when I think of you another shower starts Into each life some rain must fall But too much is fallin' in mine
New Cut Road Composer(s): Guy Clark Performer(s): Guy Clark; Bobby Bare; Johnny Cash; The Coal Porters; Emmylou Harris
Coleman Bonner was a fiddle playin' fool He's a backwoods rounder and a breaker of mules Coleman Bonner's got a wore out bow He's been playin' all day down the new cut road
Coleman's little sister said you better act right Daddy's gone to Louisville he'll be back tonight He's gonna get another wagon and a good pair of mules And we gonna move to Texas we just waitin' on you
Coleman's daddy pulled up in the yard He said pack up your lives kids it's gettin' too hard Kentucky's alright but there's too many people Just the other day I thought I saw a church steeple
Coleman said daddy don't you worry bout me I'm gonna stay here in Kentucky till the day I d I'm gonna drink that sourmash and gonna race that mare And find that woman with the fox red hair
Now you all been movin' west since the day you got married Well I'm gettin' off the wagon daddy I'm too old to be carried Gonna stay here in Kentucky where the bluegrass grow I'm gonna play it all night down the new cut road
Coleman's daddy said now what's it all comn' to Young people these days are just as stubborn as mules You can't make him go he's too old for that It's that damned old fiddle and that bowler hat
Coleman's mama said let the boy stay He's raised up solid and he can find his own way But as for me honey I'm with you I always thought Kentucky was just passin' through
Coleman's little sister then she started into a cryin' And his daddy shook his head for the very last time Coleman's mama said somebody's gotta do it Wouldn't be no Kentucky less you didn't stick to it
Coleman Booner stood on the porch of that cabin Watched 'em all go to Texas in a covered wagon He pulled out his fiddle and he rosined up his bow And he played a little tune called the new cut road
International Heroes Composer(s): Kim Fowley; Kerry Scott First release by: Kim Fowley - 1973
Bobby and Sue still go to school Falling asleep and it aint too cool Time and day stuck in the rain At every concert the bus leaves early Were just wasting time Wondering what well find when its all over
I think Ill cut my hair off And start a new game Why bother being different Were all the same Hey friend, its gotta end I dont care what you wear Its what you are that makes you a star
International heroes You got the teenage blues Change has gotta come soon Or else were gonna lose
Noise I hear year after year Aint done nothing more than become unclear Hey everybody what have we got Old clothes and records starting to rot Dont throw them away Open yourselves to the sounds of the future
International heroes You got the teenage blues Change has gotta come soon Or else were gonna lose (lose lose)
International heroes You got the teenage blues Change has gotta come soon Or else were gonna lose
International heroes You got the teenage blues Change has gotta come soon Or else were gonna lose
New Blowtop Blues Composer(s): Jane Feather; Leonard Feather Performer(s): Dinah Washington; Deborah Cox; Lavay Smith & Her Red Hot Skillet Lickers
I've got bad news baby, and you're the first to know Yes I've got bad news baby, and you're the first to know Well I discovered this morning that my wig is about to blow
Well I've been rocking on my feet and I've been talking all out of my head Yes I've been rocking on my feet and I've been talking all out of my head And when I get through talking, I can't remember a thing I've said
Now I used to be a sharpie All dressed in the latest styles But now I'm walking down Broadway Wearing nothing but a smile I see all kinds of little men Although they're never there I tried to push a subway train And poured whiskey in my hair I'm a gal who blew a fuse, I've got those blowtop blues
Last night I was five feet tall Today I'm eight feet ten Every time I fall downstairs, I float right up again When someone turned the lights on me it like to drove me blind I woke up this morning in Bellevue but I've left my mind behind I'm a gal you can't excuse, 'cause I've got those blowtop blues
Well I got high last night, and I took my man to his wife's front door Yes I got juiced last night and I took my man to his wife's front door Oh but she was a 45-packin' mama, and I ain't goin' to try that no more!
