Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sixteen Chicks Composer(s): Link Davis; Wayne P. Walker First release by: Link Davis - 1956 Covered by multiple other artists
I got sixteen chicks, sittin' in a tree One turned around and took a look at me Hey, hey, little chick tell me what's on your mind You got me walkin' and talkin' and laughin' just to keep from cryin' I knew some day that the tide would turn We all got a lesson that we gotta learn Hey, hey, little chick tell me what's on your mind You got me walkin' and talkin' and laughin' just to keep from cryin'
Come to my house, but you couldn't come in Me and my baby was making friends Hey, hey, little chick tell me what's on your mind You got me walkin' and talkin' and laughin' just to keep from cryin' You make my temperature rise, my head going 'round I need you baby when the sun goes down Hey, hey, little chick tell me what's on your mind You got me walkin' and talkin' and laughin' just to keep from cryin'
Piece By Piece Composer(s): Todd Rundgren; The Tubes Performer(s): The Tubes
She looks good but she's not alltogether right all the parts are not screwed on tight there's a touch of tragedy When she moves I can see the secret showing through she'd deny it if she thought I knew but she could never hide from me
Anyone would think there's nothing wrong she looks so satisfied but I've know about it much too long she can't conceal what she feels inside I'm gonna show her that piece by piece, inch by inch I can put her back together again I'll supply the love she lacks and give her back exactly what she needs bringing it piece by piece
all I need to find a way around her depends is just a little common sense I don't have a strategy I'll be the re like I have so many other times she'll reveal to me a certain side that all that I can see
anyone would think there's nothing wrong she seems like she's complete but it's obvious its been too long since she believed what she needs is me
Chorus: I'm gonna show her that piece by piece, inch by inch I can put her back together again I'll supply the love she lacks and give her back exactly what she needs bringing it piece by piece
anyone would that there's nothing wrong but she's not fooling me everybody wants to lead her on but I believe what she needs is me what she needs is me
Chorus:
I'm gonna show her that piece by piece, inch by inch I can put her back together again.. I'll supply the love she lacks and give her back exactly what she needs bringing it piece by
16 Candles Composer(s): Luther Dixon, Allyson Khent First release by: The Crests - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Happy birthday, happy birthday baby Oh, I love you so
Sixteen candles make a lovely light But not as bright as your eyes tonight Blow out the candles, make your wish come true For I'll be wishing that you love me too
You're only sixteen But you're my teenage queen Oh, you're the prettiest, the loveliest girl I've ever seen
Sixteen candles in my heart will glow Forever and ever, for I love you so
You're only sixteen But you're my teenage queen Oh, you're the prettiest, the loveliest girl I've ever seen
Sixteen candles in my heart will glow Forever and ever, for I love you so
Piece A-Puddin' Composer(s): Rudy Toombs Performer(s): Frankie Laine & Jo Stafford;
and various other artists
Patty cake, patty cake, bakers man Put it in the oven as fast as you can Some like it hot Some like it cold I like it in the pot Nine days old
Piece a-puddin' hot, piece a-puddin' cold Piece a-puddin' in the pot nine days old
Didn't care much about goin' to school It was all work and no play But when I came home about half past three I'd love to hear my mama say
I thought I had a steak all juicy and brown I looked at my plate, here's all I found I don't want ham, I don't want greens There's only one dish that pops my seams
Mom said, "Son here's fifteen cents Go watch the elephant jump the fence" He jumped so high, he started to fly He didn't get back till the Fourth of July
Grandpa said, I can't trust my eyes It sure looks like one of Grandma's pies Run there boy and fetch me some If I pop my bridge, I'll use my gums
A Six-Pack To Go
Composer(s): Hank Thompson - Johnny Lowe - Dick Hart
Performer(s): Hank Thompson
and multiple other artists
Hey, Mr. Bartender, Please don't be so slow I've got time for one more round and a six-pack to go Tomorrow morning is Sunday, I'm gonna be feeling low So please, Mr. Bartender, I want a six-pack to go
I've been drinking all night long, painting up the town I've done spent my whole paycheck just a-honky-tonkin' round And I don't have enough to pay my rent, I ain't a-gonna worry though
'Cause I've got time for one more round and a six-pack to go
Pídele A Dios Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez Performer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez
Pidele a dios que no te haga llorar aya donde te fuiste pidele a dios que no te haga infeliz que no te vuelva triste yo yate perdone y el te va a perdonar tranquilamente yo te quiero mirar viviendo en un altar una vida descente pidele a dios que nunca nunca te abandone pidele a dios que siempre siempre te perdone que te encuntre al fin en este mundo cruel la vida soñada que yo te oiga reir aunque yo para ti no valga nada pidele a dios que nunca nunca te abandone pidele a dios que siemepre siempre te perdone que te encuntre al fin en este mundo cruel la vida soñada qyue yo te oiga reir aunque yo para ti no valga nada pidele a dios que nunca nunca te abandone pidele a dios pidele a dios
Pídele A Dios Composer(s): Federico Baena Performer(s): Javier Solís
Vete de mí si así lo manda el cruel destino vete con Dios que tengas suerte en tu camino No lloraré por no amargarte tu partida nada diré en esta triste despedida
Y un día de tantos, cuando te invada la nostalgia tal vez comprendas que necesitas de mi amor Y volverás, y volverás arrepentida pídele a Dios que yo te quiera todavía
Y un día de tantos, cuando te invada la nostalgia tal vez comprendas que necesitas de mi amor Y volverás, y volverás arrepentida pídele a Dios que yo te quiera todavía Pídele a Dios
Six-Five Special Theme from the TV Show "Six-Five Special" (1957) Composer(s): More; Reine Performer(s): Don Lang; Bob Cort
(Over the points, over the points, over the points, over the points)
The Six-Five Special's steamin' down the line The Six-Five Special's right on time Coal in the boiler burnin' up 'n bright Rollin' and a-rockin' through the night My heart's a-beatin' 'cause I'll be meetin' The Six-Five Special at the station tonight
The Six-Five Special better not be late The Six-Five Special, platform eight The train starts a-brakin' hard as can be The station is a-shakin' like a tree And I won't be missin' that special kissin' When the Six-Five Special brings my baby to me
Hear the whistle blowin' twelve to the bar See the lights a-glowin' bright as a star Now the wheels a-slowin', can't be far
(Over the points, over the points, over the points, over the points)
The Six-Five Special's steamin' down the line The Six-Five Special right on time Coal in the boiler burnin' up 'n bright Rollin' and a-rockin' through the night My heart's a-beatin' 'cause I'll be meetin' The Six-Five Special at the station tonight
(Over the points, over the points, over the points, over the points)
The Six-Five Special's steamin' down the line The Six-Five Special's right on time Coal in the boiler burnin' up 'n bright Rollin' and a-rockin' through the night My heart's a-beatin' 'cause I'll be meetin' The Six-Five Special at the station tonight
Hear the whistle blowin' twelve to the bar See the lights a-glowin' bright as a star Now the wheels a-slowin', can't be far
(Over the points, over the points, over the points, over the points)
The Six-Five Special better not be late The Six-Five Special, platform eight The train starts a-brakin' hard as can be The station is a shakin' like a tree And I won't be missin' that special kissin' When the Six-Five Special brings my baby to me
(Over the points, over the points, over the points, over the points)
When the Six-Five Special brings my baby back to me
(Over the points, over the points, over the points ...)
Piddle, Twiddle And Resolve Composer(s): Sherman Edwards; Donald Meyer Performer(s): New Broadway Cast Recording
Adams: Dear God! For one solid year they have been sitting there
for one year doing nothing!
I do believe you've laid a curse on North America A curse that we here now rehearse in Philadelphia A second flood, A simple famine plagues of locusts everywhere or a cataclysmic earthquake I'd accept with some despair but no you send us congress good God sir was that fair?
I say this with humility in Philadelphia we're your responsibility in Philadelphia If you don't want to see us hanging on some far off British hill if you don't want the voice of independency forever still then God sir get thee to it! For congress never will
Chorus: You see we piddle twiddle and resolve not one damn thing do we solve piddle twiddle and resolve nothing's ever solved in foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy, Philadelphia
Congress Man: Someone ought to open up a window
Adams: Oh shut up!
They may sit here for years and years in Philadelphia These indecisive grenadiers of Philadelphia They can't decide on what is right or wrong or what is good or bad I'm convinced the only purpose this congress ever had was to gather here specifically to drive John Adams mad!
Repeat Chorus
Abigail: John, John, is that you carrying on? John?
Adams: Oh Abigail, Abigail I have such a desire to knock heads together!
Abigail: I know my dearest I know, but that's because you make everything so complicated It's all quite simple really
Just tell congress to declare independency then sign your name get our of there and hurry home to me. Our children all have dysentery little Tom keeps turning blue little Abby has the measles and I'm coming down with flu they say we may get small pox
Adams: Uh, Madam, what else is new?
Abigail, in my last letter I told you that the king has collected twelve thousand German Mercenaries to send against us I asked you to organize the ladies to make salt peter for gunpowder Have you done as I asked?
Abigail: No John, I have not Adams: Why have you not? Abigail: Because you neglected to tell us how salt peter is made Adams: By treating sodium nitrate with potassium chloride of course! Abigail: Oh yes, of course Adams: Will it be done then? Abigail: I'm afraid we have a more ugent problem John Adams: More urgent madame?
Abigail: There's one thing every woman's missed in Massachusetts bay Don't smirk at me you egotist pay heed to what I say We've been from Framingham to Boston and we cannot find a pin don't you know there is a war on say the tradesmen with a grin well we will not make salt peter until you send us pins
Adams: Pins madame? Salt peter Abigail: Pins Adams: salt peter Abigail: Pins Adams: Salt peter Abigail: pins Adams: Salt peter Abigail: Pins Adams: Peter! Abigail: Pins! Adams:Peter! Abigail:Pins! Adams: Peter! Abigail: Pins! Adams: Peter! Abigail: Pins! Adams: Done Madame, done Abigail: Done, John, done
Sitting In Limbo (Danish Version: Moesgård Strand - 1981) Composer(s): Gully Bright; James Chambers First release by: Jimmy Cliff - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
Sitting here in Limbo Waiting for the tide turn Yeah, now, sitting here in Limbo So many things I've got to learn Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on
Sitting here in Limbo Waiting for the dice to roll Yeah, now, sitting here in Limbo Still got some time to search my soul Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on
I don't know where life will take me But I know where I have been I don't know what life will show me But I know what I have seen Tried my hand at love and friendship That is past and gone And now it's time to move along
Sitting here in Limbo Like a bird ain't got a song Yeah, I'm sitting here in Limbo And I know it won't be long 'Til I make my getaway, now Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on
I don't know where life will take me But I know where I have been I don't know what life will show me But I know what I have seen Tried my hand at love and friendship That is past and gone And now it's time to move along
Gonna lead me on now Meanwhile, they're putting up resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on Sitting in Limbo, Limbo, Limbo Sitting in Limbo, Limbo, Limbo Sitting in Limbo, Limbo, Limbo Meanwhile, they're putting up a resistance But I know that my faith will lead me on
Pictures Of Matchstick Men Composer(s): Francis Rossi Performer(s): Status Quo
When I look up to the sky I see your eyes, a funny kind of yellow I rush home to bed, I sunk my head I see your face underneath my pillow I wake next morning, tired still yawning See your face come peeking through my window
Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you
Windows echo your reflection When I look in their direction gone When will this haunting stop Your face, it just won't leave me alone
Pictures of matchstick men and you Images of matchstick men and you All I ever see is them and you
You in the sky, you with the sky You make me cry, your eyes
You in the sky, you with the sky You make me cry, your eyes
Picture of matchstick men and Picture of matchstick men and Picture of matchstick men and
Desfolhada Portuguesa First performance by: Simone de Oliveira - 1969
Corpo de linho lábios de mosto meu corpo lindo meu fogo posto Eira de milho luar de Agosto quem faz um filho fá-lo por gosto É milho-rei milho vermelho cravo de carne bago de amor filho de um rei que sendo velho volta a nascer quando há calor
Minha palavra dita à luz do sol nascente meu madrigal de madrugada amor amor amor amor amor presente em cada espiga desfolhada
Minha raiz de pinho verde meu céu azul tocando a serra oh minha água e minha sede oh mar ao sul da minha terra
É trigo loiro é além tejo o meu país neste momento o sol o queima o vento o beija seara louca em movimento
Minha palavra dita à luz do sol nascente meu madrigal de madrugada amor amor amor amor amor presente em cada espiga desfolhada
Olhos de amêndoa cisterna escura onde se alpendra a desventura Moira escondida moira encantada lenda perdida lenda encontrada Oh minha terra minha aventura casca de noz desamparada Oh minha terra minha lonjura por mim perdida por mim achada
Pictures Of Lily Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who; and various other artists
I used to wake up in the morning I used to feel so bad I got so sick of having sleepless nights I went and told my dad He said, "Son now here's some little something" And stuck them on my wall And now my nights ain't quite so lonely In fact I, I don't feel bad at all
Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night Pictures of Lily solved my childhood problems Pictures of Lily helped me feel alright
Pictures of Lily Lily, oh Lily Lily, oh Lily Pictures of Lily
And then one day things weren't quite so fine I fell in love with Lily I asked my dad where Lily I could find He said, "Son, now don't be silly" "She's been dead since 1929" Oh, how I cried that night If only I'd been born in Lily's time It would have been alright
Pictures of Lily made my life so wonderful Pictures of Lily helped me sleep at night For me and Lily are together in my dreams And I ask you, "Hey mister, have you ever seen" "Pictures of Lily?"
Un Jour, Un Enfant Composer(s): Emil Stern; Eddy Marnay First release by: Frida Boccara - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Un jour se lèvera Sur trois branches de lilas Qu'un enfant regardera Comme un livre d'images Le monde autour de lui Sera vide et c'est ainsi Qu'il inventera la vie A sa première pa-a-ge
En dessinant la forme d'une orange Il donnera au ciel son premier soleil En dessinant l'oiseau Il inventera la fleur En cherchant le bruit de l'eau Il entendra le cri du cur
En dessinant les branches d'une étoile Il trouvera l'enfant, le chemin des grands Des grands qui ont gardé Un regard émerveillé Pour les fruits de chaque jour Et pour les roses de l'amour
Pictures Composer(s): Don Reid; Lew DeWitt Performer(s): The Statler Brothers
Here's a picture that we took in Cincinnati The time we saw that big league baseball game Here's a picture that we took in Printer's Alley Down in Nashville when we met old what's his name
Here's one of me in my old '60 Chevy The one that let us down in Baltimore Here's the best one that I've ever seen of Betty And can you believe the dresses that you wore
Here's a picture that we took at graduation I'm so glad you talked me out of quittin' school Here I am when I worked at the filling station And here's one of Ernie actin' like a fool
Here's the last one that we ever took of Daddy We tried hard to make him smile but never did And here's one I caught of you when you weren't ready And here I am when I was just a kid
Oh sweetheart it's so much fun to be reminded Of how we used to look and what we used to do And each time we make a mem'ry I'm reminded I can't picture me with no one else but you
Here's a pose of you that looked so sweet and lovely That's the way I pictured you right from the start And here's a picture of you being close beside me That's the picture that I carry in my heart
Oh sweetheart it's so much fun to be reminded Of how we used to look and what we used to do And each time we make a mem'ry I'm reminded I can't picture me with no one else but you
Sittin' Up With The Dead Composer(s): C.W. Kalb Jr. Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well out in the country, we didn't have mortuaries And so it was always customary For the undertaker to do his job And lay your kin out right there at home
Yeah, the church would loan you foldin' chairs And you'd have visitation and everything right there But when the nighttime came, you'd have to sit up with the dead 'Cause it wasn't right to leave them alone
Well, the last time I sat up was '65 When my old arthritic Uncle Fred died He was 97, and so stooped over The mortician couldn't straighten him out
They used a logging chain to hold him down Covered that all up with a cape and a gown And didn't tell nobody in the family Cause that's the kind of stuff folks just don't wanna know about
Well, we were all sittin' there, it was three in the mornin' And then there come up a cloud, a thunder, lightnin' and stormin' Well that lightnin' flashed and that thunder clapped And that chain 'round old Uncle Fred went snap Rattled and fell to the floor with a thump And Uncle Fred just sat right up. YEOW!
And I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more I don't know 'bout you No, I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more No matter what you say or do They say the dead can't hurt you 'cause they already left But what they left can sure make it hurt yourself And I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more Since the dead started sittin' up, too
Well, when Uncle Fred sat up, so did everyone there And there came a great partin' of the foldin' chairs And that preacher nearly knocked me down He said, "Whoa, I'm headin' out that kitchen door!"
I hollered, "Fred, that kitchen ain't got no door in it!" He said, "Don't worry son, it will have in a minute!" And I ain't never seen so much Jumpin' and shovin' before
And then somebody stepped on an old cat's tail He let out a scream, a screech, a wail And to say the least That howl didn't help to calm the situation down
And then that lightnin' flashed and that house went black And I spoke to my feet I said, "Boys, make tracks!" And I went through that screen door lickety split for town!
Well, I cut through the cemetery, fell in a hole It was Uncle Fred's grave...It was dark and cold Yeah, the town drunk dug it, and he dug it too deep And unbeknownst to me, he's still in there asleep And I'm scratchin' and jumpin' tryin to get out of that hole And he woke up and said "Might as well come over here and sit down beside me boy Cause you ain't gettin' out of here tonight!"
But I did
And I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more I don't know 'bout you No, I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more No matter what you say or do They say the dead can't hurt you 'cause they already left But what they left can sure make it hurt yourself And I ain't sittin' up with the dead no more Since the dead started sittin' up, too
"Weren't no sense in anybody sittin' up with Uncle Fred, anyhow Uncle Fred couldn't even sit up with his own self Next time I'm just gonna send flowers! Yeah"
Pictured Within Composer(s): Jon Lord Performer(s): Deep Purple
here be friends... here be heroes... here be sunshine... here be grey... here be life... here love lies bleeding... memories so hazy... and dreams that drove me crazy
here be down... here be paradise... here be starbright... here be pain... here be smiles in eyes like rainbows... my father and my mother... my sisters and my brother pictured within
where there're shadows ill met by moonlight... there are dragons I have slain... and here be bright eyes with hair so golden... sunrise and sunset and running free... and laughing at the rain
here be home... here be travellin'... here be thunder... here be blue... and Sometimes heaven and thoughts of wonder... the Miracle of children... a poet and a pilgrim
kith and kin - pictured within lose and win - pictured within
