Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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You Gave Me Love Composer(s): Claire Cloninger; Archie Jordan Performer(s): B.J. Thomas
You gave me time when no one gave me time of day You looked deep inside
while the rest of the world looked away You smiled at me when there were just frowns everywhere You gave me love when nobody gave me a prayer
Chorus: That's why I call You Saviour ..... that's why I call You Friend You touched my heart ..... You touched my soul And helped me start all over again That's why I love You, Jesus ..... that's why I'll always care You gave me love when nobody gave me a prayer
You gave me laughter after I cried all my tears You heard my dreams while the rest of the world closed it's ears I looked in Your eyes, and I found the tenderness there You gave me love when nobody gave me a prayer
Chorus: That's why I call You Saviour ..... that's why I call You Friend You touched my heart ..... You touched my soul And helped me start all over again That's why I love You, Jesus ..... that's why I'll always care You gave me love when nobody gave me a prayer
That Sly Old Gentleman From Featherbed Lane Composer(s): Johnny Burke - James V. Monaco Performer(s): Bing Crosby
That sly old gentleman, from Featherbed Lane He's watching you, he's peeking through your windowpane
He's sprinkled sand from the stars That glistens and gleams He'll sprinkle your eyes with dreams
He'll make your little heart so happy and gay You'll ride a rocking horse along the Milky Way Why stay awake? ... Better take that slumber train With that sly old gentleman from Featherbed Lane...
You Gave Me A Mountain Composer(s): Marty Robbins Performer(s): Johnny Bush; and various other artists
Born in the heat of the desert My mother died givin' me life Deprived of the love of a father Blamed for the loss of his wife You know Lord I've been in a prison For something that I've never done It's been one hill after another And I've climbed them all one by one
Oh but this time Lord you gave me a mountain A mountain you know I may never climb It isn't just a hill any longer You gave me a mountain this time
My woman got tired of the heartaches Tired of the grief and the strife So tired of working for nothing Just tired of being my wife She took my one ray of sunshine She took my pride and my joy She took my reason for living She took my small baby boy
Yeah but this time Lord you gave me a mountain A mountain I may never climb It isn't a hill any longer You gave me a mountain this time Yeah Lord, You gave me a mountain Don't you know You gave me a mountain this time
Blame It On The Mistletoe Composer(s): Toby Keith Performer(s): Toby Keith; Eric Hancock
The middle of December ain't the time to be alone It's just too close to Christmas and too far to go home I ran into a friend of a friend, standing in the checkout line She said, "I've spent too much already and there's gifts I just can't find" I walked her home and when she opened up her door Oh, I'm not sure what happened then, guess magic took it's course
Blame it on the mistletoe, 'cause what happened here nobody knows How could something simple as a kiss change my holiday like this And we held each other all night long, and we fell asleep to a Christmas song Playin' on the radio, blame it on the mistletoe
I woke up, she was wrappin' gifts beneath the tree She said, I know it's early, so I thought I'd let you sleep Then she insisted I get up and take a look outside Hey sleepyhead, it must have snowed at least a foot last night That's when I saw it hangin' up above my head She threw her arms around my neck, laughin' as she said
Blame it on the mistletoe, 'cause what happened here nobody knows How could something simple as a kiss change my holiday like this And we held each other all night long and we fell asleep to a Christmas song Playin' on the radio, blame it on the mistletoe
Summer '68 Composer(s): Richard Wright Performer(s): Pink Floyd; Rosebud
Would you like to something before you leave? Perhaps you'd care to state exactly how you feel We say goodbye before we've said hello I hardly even like you I shouldn't care at all We met just six hours ago The music was too loud From your bed I came today and lost a bloody year And I would like to know, how do you feel? How do you feel?
Not a single word was said They lied still without fears Occasionally you showed a smile, but what was the need? I felt the cold far too soon in a wind of ninetyfive My friends are lying in the sun, I wish I was there Tomorrow brings another town, another girl like you Have you time before you leave to greet another man Just to let me know, how do you feel? How do you feel?
Goodbye to you Childish bangles too I've had enough for one day
Summer (The First Time) Composer(s): Bobby Goldsboro First release by: Bobby Goldsboro - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
It was a hot afternoon Last day of June And the sun was a demon The clouds were afraid One-ten in the shade And the pavement was steaming I told Billy-Ray In his red Chevrolet I needed time for some thinking I was just walking by When I looked in her eye And I swore it was winking
She was 31 and I was 17 I knew nothing about love, she knew everything When I saw down beside her on the front porch swing And wondered what the coming night would bring
The sun closed her eyes As it climbed in the sky And it started to swelter The sweat trickled down the front of her gown And I thought it would melt her
She through back her hair Like I wasn't there And she sipped on a julep Her shoulders were bare And I tried not to stare When I looked at her lips
And when she looked at me I heard her softly say I know you're young You don't know what to do or say But stay with me until the sun has gone away And I will chase the boy in you away
And then she smiled and we talked for a while And we walked for a mile to the sea We sat on the sand, and the boy took her hand But I saw the sun rise as a man
Ten years have gone by Since I looked in her eye But the memory lingers I got back in my mind To the very first time And feel the touch of her fingers
It was a hot afternoon Last day of June And the sun was a demon The clouds were afraid One-ten in the shade And the pavement was steaming...
You Dropped A Bomb On Me Composer(s): Charlie Wilson; Lonnie Simmons; Rudy Taylor Performer(s): The Gap Band; Larry And Tha Fly Guys D; Hit Crew
You were the girl that changed my world You were the girl for me You lit the fuse, I stand accused You were the first for me But you turned me out, baby!
You dropped a bomb on me, baby You dropped a bomb on me! (But you turned me on, baby!) You dropped a bomb on me, baby You dropped a bomb on me!
You were my thrills, you were my pills You dropped a bomb on me! You turn me out, you turn me on You turned me loose, then you turned me wrong!
You dropped a bomb on me, baby You dropped a bomb on me! (But you turned me on, baby) You dropped a bomb on me, baby You dropped a bomb on me!
Just like Adam and Eve, said youd set me free You took me to the sky, Id never been so high! You were my pills, you were my thrills You were my hope, baby, you were my smoke You dropped a bomb, hey, babe!
You dropped a bomb on me, baby! You dropped a bomb on me! (But you turned me out, baby!) You dropped a bomb on me, baby! You dropped a bomb on me! (But you turned me on, baby!)
You dropped a bomb on me, baby! (Mmm) You dropped a bomb on me! (You dropped a bomb on me, baby!) You dropped a bomb on me, baby! You dropped a bomb on me!
We were in motion, felt like an ocean You were the girl for me You were the first explosion, turned out to be corrosion! You were the first for me But you turned me out, baby!
You dropped a bomb on me, baby You dropped a bomb on me!(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh...baby!) You dropped a bomb on me, baby! You dropped a bomb on me! (I wont forget what you done to me, babe!)
You dropped a bomb on me, baby You dropped a bomb on me! You dropped a bomb on me, baby! You dropped a bomb on me!
I, I-I, I-I-I wont forget it! I, I-I, I-I-I wont forget it!
You dropped a bomb on me, baby, You dropped a bomb on me! You dropped a bomb on me, baby! You dropped a bomb on me!
(synthesizer solo)
I, I-I, I-I-I wont forget it! I, I-I, I-I-I wont forget it!
You turned me out, you turned me on And then you dropped me to the ground! You dropped a bomb on me! You turned me out, you turned me on And then you dropped me to the ground! You dropped a bomb on me!
You turned me out, then you turned me on! You dropped a bomb on me! You turned me out, then you turned me on You dropped a bomb on me!
You turned me out (I!), then you turned me on! (I-I!) You dropped a bomb on me! (I-I-I wont forget it!) You turned me out (I!), then you turned me on! (I-I!) You dropped a bomb on me! (I-I-I wont forget it!)
You turned me out (Believe me!), then you turned me on! (You dropped a bomb on me, babe!) You dropped a bomb on me! (Then you turned me on, babe!) You turned me out, then you turned me on! (turned me on, babe!) You dropped a bomb on me! (But you turned me wrong, babe!)
You turned me out, then you turned me on, (Baby!) You dropped a bomb on me! (Then you turned me on, babe!) You turned me out, then you turned me on, (You dropped a bomb on me, baby!) You dropped a bomb on me!
Summer Composer(s): Thomas Allen - Harold Brown - B.B. Dickerson - Jerry Goldstein - Lonnie Jordan - Charles Miller Performer(s): War
Ridin' 'round town with all the windows down Eight track playin' all your fav'rite sounds The rhythm of the bongos fill the park The street musicians tryin' to get a start
'Cause it's summer Summer time is here Yes it's summer My time of year Yes it's summer My time of year
Stretched out on a blanket in the sand Kids of all ages diggin' Disneyland Rappin' on the C.B. radio in your van We'll give a big "ten four" to the truckin' man
'Cause it's summer Summer time is here Yes it's summer My time of year Yes it's summer My time of year
Young boys playin' stick ball in the street Fire hydrants help to beat the heat Old man feeding pigeons in the square Nighttime finds young lovers walking there
'Cause it's summer Summer time is here Yes it's summer My time of year Yes it's summer My time of year
In Atlantic City or out in Malibu Or any where between, I'm telling you When you feel those balmy breezes on your face Summer time is the best time any place
'Cause it's summer Summer time is here Yes it's summer My time of year Yes it's summer My time of year
You Drive Me Crazy Composer(s): Ronnie Harwood Performer(s): Shakin' Stevens
You know baby when you're in my arms I can feel your magic touch You drive me crazy You drive me crazy
And when I'm looking in those big blue eyes I start flowing down in paradise You drive me crazy You drive me crazy
Heaven must have sent you down Down for me to give me a thrill Everytime you touch me, everytime you hold me My heart starts beating like a train on a track
I love you baby and it's plain to see I love you honey it was made to be You drive me crazy You drive me crazy (...guitar solo...)
Heaven must have sent you down Down for me to give me a thrill Everytime you touch me, everytime you hold me My heart starts beating like a train on a track
I love you baby and it's plain to see I love you honey it was made to be You drive me crazy You drive me crazy
You drive me crazy You drive me crazy You drive me crazy You drive me crazy
You drive me crazy You drive me crazy You drive me crazy You drive me crazy
Sultans Of Swing Composer(s): Mark Knopfler First release by: Dire Straits - 1978
You get a shiver in the dark It's been raining in the park but meantime South of the river you stop and you hold everything A band is blowing Dixie double four time You feel all right when you hear that music ring You step inside but you don't see too many faces Coming in out of the rain to hear the jazz go down Too much competition too many other places But not too many horns can make that sound Way on downsouth way on downsouth London town You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing And an old guitar is all he can afford When he gets up under the lights to play his thing And Harry doesn't mind if he doesn't make the scene He's got a daytime job he's doing alright He can play honky tonk just like anything Saving it up for Friday night With the Sultans with the Sultans of Swing And a crowd of young boys they're fooling around in the corner Drunk and dressed in their best brown baggies and their platform soles They don't give a damn about any trumpet playing band It ain't what they call rock and roll And the Sultans played Creole And then the man he steps right up to the microphone And says at last just as the time bell rings 'Thank you goodnight now it's time to go home' and he makes it fast with one more thing 'We are the Sultans of Swing'
You Don't Seem To Miss Me Composer(s): Jim Lauderdale Performer(s): Patty Loveless; George Jones; Los Bubbadinos
It's a long way off from where I should be going and overtime, I hate to leave your side but now when I return, there's something missing When I'm gone you don't seem to miss me
Duet: Now life's so fast and everything is changing' and if your changing too, then I don't blame you remember how you used to kiss me but when I'm gone you don't seem to miss me
Chorus: I'm going back, I wonder why, I'm running fast to get home I just can't wait to see your face but you don't seem to miss me
Duet: No one can take away the things you've given and all the good we've had alone together There was a time when you could not resist me Now I'm gone and you don't seem to miss me
Chorus:
I can't wait to see your face but you don't seem to miss me
Sul Mondo Composer(s): Gianluigi Fortuzzi - Leo Zeuss Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
Madonna quanta luce là in fondo che mi viene quasi voglia di uscire e poi magari i miei mi stanno aspettando è già ora di partire via che preparo una valigia di sogni e due tre voglie dentro una sportina oh Madonnina chi l'avrebbe mai detto vado a incontrare la vita vado a incontrare la vita oh oh oh Ma che storia sul mondo senti che freddo e guarda come son sporco ti piango qualcosa per dirti che c'è qualcuno sul mondo con mille sogni e mille lacrime addosso c'è ancora qualcuno come te In braghe corte son cresciuto sul mondo e come vedi sono qui a cantare tutti i sogni fuori dalla valigia son qui a riordinare son qui a riordinare Certo di voglie sì ne ho così tante che ci potrei fare la collezione e che così noi come le figurine ce le potremo scambiare ce le potremo scambiare oh oh oh Ma che storia il mondo siam così tanti eppure ognuno è da solo ti canto qualcosa per dirti che c'è qualcuno sul mondo con mille sogni e mille lacrime addosso c'è ancora qualcuno come me che nasce un bel giorno con mille sogni e mille lacrime addosso e il mondo va avanti da se Madonna quanta luce sul mondo che mi viene voglia di uscire non ti ricordi quel passaggio segreto quello per non morire basta che porti una valigia di sogni due tre canzoni e una tastierina poi chiudi gli occhi fino a cento e giochi a nascondino la vita Che storia il mondo per mille sogni e mille lacrime addosso il mondo va avanti da se ma che storia sul mondo per mille sogni e mille lacrime addosso il mondo va avanti da se Ma che storia sul mondo Ma che storia sul mondo