Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Stay With Me Composer(s): Rod Stewart - Ron Wood First release by: Faces - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
Woo
Get in there
In the mornin' a don't say you love me 'Cause I'll only kick you outta the door I know your name is Rita, 'cause your perfume's smellin' sweeter Since when I saw you down on the floor Guitar, woo
You won't need to much persuadin' I don't mean to sound degradin' But with a face like that you got nothing to laugh about A-red lips, hair and fingernails I hear you're a mean old Jezebel Let's go upstairs and read my tarot cards Come on honey
Stay with me, stay with me For tonight you better stay with me Woo yeah Stay with me, stay with me For tonight you'd better stay with me Ah wacko Oh ho
So in the mornin', please don't say you love me 'Cause you know I'll only kick you out the door Yeah, I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne Just don't be here in the mornin' when I wake up C'mon honey
Stay with me, stay with me 'Cause tonight you're gonna stay with me Sit down, get up, get out Stay with me, stay with me 'Cause tonight you're gonna stay with me Hey, what's your name again? Oh no
Love Or Leave Composer(s): Julija Ritcik First performance by: 4Fun - 2007
Stars in the sky When the shadows fall, when the sunlight dies Empty streets are filled with the pale lamplight We are just two lonely shades walking in the night
Words lose their sense When I feel you near, when I touch your hands I'm trying not to think that at break of dawn You'll be gone and I'll be lost, numb and all alone
When the morning comes, I'm all alone Left to live another day, in joy or sadness, on my own When the morning comes, I'm all alone Every time at break of dawn
Weak and unwise I betray all fears that I should disguise Melting in your arms, I fail to realise Why the mornings always change the colour of your eyes
When the morning comes, I'm all alone Every time at break of dawn
Love or leave, I'm with and without you How come I am up to this senseless game? How could I stop thinking about you? Love or leave, don't play with my heart again
Love or leave, I'm with and without you How come I am up to this senseless game? How could I stop thinking about you? Hey... love or leave, don't play with my heart again
Hitch A Ride Composer(s): Tom Scholz Performer(s): Boston; Smokin'
Day is night in New York City Smoke, like water, runs inside Steel idle trees to pity Every living things that's died
Gonna hitch a ride Head for the other side Leave it all behind Never change my mind Gonna sail away Sun lights another day Freedom on my mind Carry me away for the last time Oh yeah
Life is like the coldest winter People freeze the tears I cry Words of hail their minds are into I've got to crack this ice and fly
Gonna hitch a ride Head for the other side Leave it all behind Never change my mind Gonna sail away Sun lights another day Freedom on my mind Carry me away for the last time Oh yeah
Gonna hitch a ride Head for the other side Leave it all behind Never change my mind Gonna sail away Sun lights another day Freedom on my mind Carry me away for the last time Oh yeah
Unsubstantial Blues Composer(s): Magdi Rúzsa - Imre Mózsik First performance by: Magdi Rúzsa - 2007
How many times have you fooled me and denied that It's her who you love, and it sure isn't me? So now that it's over, I'll try and take it sober Leave questions unasked, remember us laughing at the broken past God, if I could make it on without you
You're such a casual man, oh, wavin' an empty hand I'm helpless and I'm lonely without you Yes, you're a casual man, lendin' an empty hand Left me breathless with nothing more to lose
I used to dream we'd take it nice and easy Get jobs, settle down in Jameson Town If now you could see me, you'd think twice about leaving You said forever is the time you gonna spend around
So why did you leave me? And why should I believe it? You say goodbye Oh, why, oh... why you leave me? Said, why?
You're such a casual man, oh, wavin' an empty hand I'm helpless and I'm lonely without you You're such a casual man, lendin' an empty hand Left me breathless with nothing more to lose
Casual man, lendin' an empty hand Left me breathless with nothing more to lose Except an evanescent unsubstantial blues
Hit The Road Jack Composer(s): Percy Mayfield Performer(s): Ray Charles
Hit the Road Jack and don't you come back No more no more no more no more Hit the Road Jack and don't you come back No more What'd you say
Old woman old woman, oh you treat me so mean You're the meanest old woman that I ever have seen Well I guess if you say so I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)
Now Baby, listen Baby, don't you treat me this-a way 'Cause I'll be back on my feet some day Don't care if you do, 'cause it's understood You got no money, and you just ain't no good Well I guess if you say so I'll have to pack my things and go (that's right)
Well ... Uh, what you say? I didn't understand you You can't mean that ... Aw now Baby Please What you trying to do to me!?
Stay The Night
Composer(s): Benjamin Orr - Diane Grey Page
Performer(s): Benjamin Orr
Sometimes you twist
Always insist that you know a way
Should I let go now
Would I even know how to anyway
And all that matters
Is turned around
Over and over again
We're at full circle
It comes down to now again
Stay the night
Let a little love show
Stay the night
It's all right . . . yeah
Stay the night
Don't say you don't know
Stay the night
trying so hard to hold onto you
can show me how
if I seem cautious
maybe im lost
can show me now
and all that matters
is turned around
over and over again
we're at full circle
it comes down to now again
stay the night
let a little love show
stay the night
it's all right
stay the night
you lead, I'll follow
stay the night
stay tonight
in all the making
yours for the taking
shakin' me down
you see what we've got
you know what's it's not
that turns you upside-down
and all that matters
is turned around
over and over again
we're at full circle
it comes down to now again
stay the night
let a little love show
stay the night
don't say you don't know
stay the night
you lead, I'll follow
stay the night
stay the night
come on, stay the night
stay the night. . . yeah
stay the night
let a little love show
stay the night
stay the night
stay the night
don't say you don't know
stay the night
it's all right
just stay the night
stay the night
let a little love show
stay the night
stay tonight
stay the night
don't say you don't know
stay the night
you lead, I'll follow
stay the night
Hit The Ground Running Composer(s): Tim Finn Performer(s): Tim Finn
San Francisco New York City strangely silent strangely empty His graffiti filled the subway But where's my brother He could keep you up for hours in a town of wilting flowers I can more or less continue my life I can give in or I can try Hit the ground running Hit the ground running for your life Deadly virus so few survivors creeps up quickly leaves you darkly But where's my brother when you're standing shoulder to shoulder Fear and anger make you bolder I can more or less continue my life I can give in or I can try Hit the ground running Hit the ground running for your life He could keep you up for hours He could keep you up for hours I can more or less continue my life I can give in or I can try Hit the ground running Hit the ground running for your life I can always hit the street swaying but there's no one there to catch you when you fall Hit the ground running Hit the ground running for your life I went to the river on the Lower East Side cried and cried and cried and cried Went to the River on the Lower East Side I cry cry cry cry cried
Leave Me Alone Composer(s): Martti Vuorinen - Miikka Huttunen - Hanna Pakarinen First performance by: Hanna Pakarinen - 2007
I have to leave, but you are still sleeping There's nothing to say, our time has run out You took me to bed, that's what you were seeking But you don't even care what I am about
I wanna, I wanna wake you
Leave me alone, I wanna go home I don't wanna see you, so leave me alone Leave me alone, 'cause I feel like dyin' Leave me alone, I wanna go home The day will still come when I see you crying 'Cause you will get yours, just leave me alone
But what if I stay and wait till she comes home? She don't even know she loves you in vain The lies that you told will turn into sorrow I gotta go crazy just to stay sane
I wanna, I wanna break you
Leave me alone, I wanna go home I don't wanna see you, so leave me alone Leave me alone, 'cause I feel like dyin' Leave me alone, I wanna go home The day will still come when I see you crying 'Cause you will get yours, just leave me alone
I gotta, I gotta hate you
Leave me alone, I wanna go home I don't wanna see you, so leave me alone Leave me alone, 'cause I feel like dyin' Leave me alone, I wanna go home I couldn't care less if love just lies dying And this is goodbye, just leave me alone
Hit Somebody! (The Hockey Song) Composer(s): Mitch Albom; Warren Zevon Performer(s): Warren Zevon
He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline He started playing hockey by the time he was nine His dad took the hose and froze the back yard And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard He grew up big and he grew up tough He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks But he wasn't that good with a puck
Buddy's real talent was beating people up His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up Through pee-wee's and juniors, midgets and mites He must have racked up more than three hundred fights A scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon Son, we've always got room for a goon"
There were Swedes to the left of him Russians to the right A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight Brains over brawn--that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do? But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared When Buddy the goon came over the boards "Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals" The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role The fast guys get paid, they shoot, they score Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for
Protection is what you're here for Protection--it's the stars that score Protection--kick somebody's ass Protection--don't put the biscuit in the basket just Hit some, Buddy! it rang in his ears Blood on the ice ran down through the years The king of the goons with a box for a throne A thousand stitches and broken bones He never lost a fight on his icy patrol But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal He just wanted one damn goal
There were Swedes at the the blue line Finns at the red A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head Brains over brawn--that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do? But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
In his final season, on his final night Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal
The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot Twenty years of waiting went into that shot The fans jumped up, the Finn jumped too And coldcocked Buddy on his follow through The big man crumbled but he felt all right 'Cause the last thing he saw was the flashing red light He saw that heavenly light
There were Swedes to the left of him Russians to the right A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight Take care of your teeth--that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do? But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? What else can a farm boy from Canada do?
Leave Me Alone Composer(s): Michael Anderson - Clare Grogan - A. McDaid - Johnny McElhone Performer(s): Altered Images
She was meant, meant to be the one for me She was once, not now, my only love Why don't you know, why don't you care Why don't you realise? What she did to me, meant to me Leave me, why don't you leave me alone? Why don't you know, why don't you care Why don't you realise? What she did to me, meant to me Leave me, why don't you leave me alone? I'd like to make it clear To make it crystal To make you know at first, show at first Leave me
I'd like to make it clear To make it crystal To make you know at first, show at first Leave me
I hate her now, despise her now, loathe her now Hate hate hate, hate her now, yeah She's disgusting Disgusting to me Why don't you know, why don't you care Why don't you realise? What she did to me, meant to me Leave me, why don't you leave me alone? On and on and on and on and On and on and on and on and On and on and on and on How much I loved her, loved her
Why don't you know, why don't you care Why don't you realise? What she did to me, meant to me Leave me, why don't you leave me alone? On and on and on and on and On and on and on and on and On and on and on and on How much I loved her, loved her, loved her Leave me, leave me, leave me alone Leave me, leave me, leave me alone Alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone Leave me Alone
Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick Composer(s): Ian Dury; Chas Jankel Performer(s): Ian Dury & The Blockheads
In the deserts of Sudan and the gardens of Japan From Milan to Yucatan, ev'ry woman, ev'ry man
Hit me your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me Je t'adore, ich liebe dich, hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick Hit me slowly, hit me quick Hit me, hit me, hit me
In the wilds of Borneo and the vineyards of Bordeaux Eskimo, Arapaho, move their body to and fro
Hit me with your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me Das ist gut, c'est fantastique, hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick It's nice to be a lunatic Hit me, hit me, hit me
Hit me, hit me, hit me!
In the dock of Tiger Bay, on the road to Mandalay From Bombay to Santa Fé, o'er the hills and far away
Hit me with your rhythm stick, hit me, hit me C'est si bon, mm? Ist es nicht? Hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me with your rhythm stick Two fat persons, click, click, click Hit me, hit me, hit me Hit me, hit me, hit me - hit me, hit me ....
Stay Just A Little While Composer(s): Steve Allen - Eula Parker Performer(s): Andy Williams
Stay just a little while with me Say that you'll share a smile with me I need the touch of a friendly hand Somehow I know that you'll understand So, though we have to say adieu Soon I'll be back again with you And when tomorrow comes I promise you that I'll Stay a little while
And when tomorrow comes I promise you that I'll Stay a little while
History Repeating Composer(s): Alex Gifford Performer(s): Shirley Bassey; and various other artists
The word is about, there's something evolving whatever may come, the world keeps revolving... They say the next big thing is here that the revolution's near But to me it seems quite clear that it's all just a little bit of history repeating
The newspapers shout a new style is growing but it don't know if it's coming or going there is fashion, there is fad some is good, some is bad and the joke rather sad that it's all just a little bit of History repeating
... and I've seen it before ... and I'll see it again ... yes I've seen it before ... just little bits of history repeating
Some people don't dance, if they don't know who's singing why ask your head, it's your hips that are swinging Life's for us to enjoy woman, man, girl and boy feel the pain, feel the joy aside set the little bits of history repeating
... just little bits of history repeating ... and I've seen it before ... and I'll see it again ... yes I've seen it before ... just little bits of history repeating
They Can't Stop The Spring Composer(s): John Waters - Tommy Moran First performance by: Dervish - 2007
The curtain has been raised, the wall no longer stands And from Lisadell to Latvia, we're singing as one clan The curtain has been raised, and Europe's all one stage And the archipelagic icicles have melted like the cage
We don't need no party, just a party band A continental choir singing hand in hand
They might scare the blackbird But they cannot stop him sing They may steal the honey But they'll never steal the sting They may crush the flowers Trample every living thing But they can't stop the spring
They might scare the blackbird But they cannot stop him sing They may steal the honey But they'll never steal the sting They may crush the flowers And trample every living thing But they can't stop the spring
They might scare the blackbird But they cannot stop him sing They may steal the honey But they'll never steal the sting They may crush the flowers And trample every living thing But they can't stop the spring
História De Un Amor ((Adapted from: Histoire D'un Amour (by Luis Mariano) - 1958)) Composer(s): Carlos Eleta Almarán Performer(s): Luis Miguel - 1994 and multiple other artists
Ya no estas mas a mi lado, corazon En el alma solo tengo soledad Y si ya no puedo verte Porque Dios me hizo quererte Para hacerme sufrir más
Siempre fuiste la razon de mi existir Adorarte para mi fue religion Y en tus besos yo encontraba El calor que me brindaba El amor, y la pasion Historia de Amor Es la historia de un amor Como no hay otro igual Que me hizo comprender Todo el bien, todo el mal
Que le dio luz a mi vida Apagandola despues Ay que vida tan obscura Sin tu amor no vivire
Stay In Your Own Back Yard (aka Mama's Little Alabama Coon) Composer(s): Lyn Udall - Karl Kennett Performer(s): Arthur Pryor; Dick Hyman
Ah's mama's li'l Alabama coon And ah ain't been born very long Ah's remember one big round moon Ah's member singin one sweet song When they took me down to the cotton field There I tumbled and I rolled in the sun Daddy picking cotton; mama watch me grow This was the old song she sung
Lilac trees are bloomin in the garden by the gate Mammy's at her little cabin door Curly headed picanniny comin home so late Cryin cuz his little heart is sore
All the children play around With skins so white and fair None of them with him would ever play So mammy in her lap, took that weeping little chap And crooned him in her kind old way
Why don't you play in your own backyard Never mind what the white chile do Nobody ever would want to play With a little black coon like you
Go out and play as long as you please But Honey dont you cry so hard Go out and jump on the high board fence But stay in your own backyard
Go to sleep my little picanny Brer fox catch you if ya don't Slumber on the bosom of your ol' mama Jinny Mama goin to swap yo if you don't Ah-loo-ah-loo-ah-looah-loo-ah-loo Underneath the sunny southern moon Lullabye, Rockabye Mama's li'l baby Mama's li'l Alabama Coon
Me alimentaram Me acariciaram Me aliciaram Me acostumaram
O meu mundo era o apartamento Detefon, almofada e trato Todo dia filé-mignon Ou mesmo um bom filé... de gato Me diziam em casa, não tome vento Mas é duro ficar na sua Quando à luz da lua Tantos gatos pela rua Toda a noite vão cantando assim
Nós, gatos, já nascemos pobres Porém, já nascemos livress Senhor, senhora ou senhorio Felino, não reconhecerás
De manhã eu voltei pra casa Fui barrada na portaria Sem filé e sem almofada Por causa da cantoria Mas agora o meu dia-a-dia É no meio da gataria Pela rua virando lata Eu sou mais eu, mais gata Numa louca serenata Que de noite sai cantando assim
Nós, gatos, já nascemos pobres Porém, já nascemos livress Senhor, senhora ou senhorio Felino, não reconhecerás
