Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
Dit blog (met dank aan seniorennet) is enkel voor NIET-commerciële doeleinden. Alle songteksten zijn uitsluitend eigendom van hun respectievelijke copyright eigenaars; dus ga de muziek kopen die je mooi vindt, zo steun je de artiest.
NON-profit, non-commercial blog, to help preserve the songs of our youth; hence for entertainment only. All lyrics are the copyright of their respective owners; you are encouraged to go buy their music.
Big Black Bird (The Spirit Of Our Love) Composer(s): Jack Blanchard Performer(s): Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan
I woke up in the night and saw the moonlight shinin' through my windows I sat up and looked around startled by the sound I thought I'd heard Through the silver hills high above the treetops where the wind blows Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird There was something in the air I could feel it as I stood there by the windows Like a sign of a lover or the whisper of a long forgotten words Across the silver waters down the moonlit canyons where the wind blows Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird I heard the silent call as I saw a shadow fall across my windows Burning tears filled my eyes as I recognized the voice my soul had heard Across the silver years from beyond the sea of time where the wind blows Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird Across the silver years from beyond the sea of time where the wind blows Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird Flies the spirit of my love like the shadow of a big black bird
Homburg Composer(s): Gary Brooker; Keith Reid Performer(s): Procol Harum; Los Gatos Negros; Sally Timms
Your multilingual business friend has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on reflection has climbed back upon the wall for the floor she found descended and the ceiling was too tall
Your trouser cuffs are dirty and your shoes are laced up wrong you'd better take off your homburg 'cos your overcoat is too long The town clock in the market square stands waiting for the hour when its hands they both turn backwards and on meeting will devour both themselves and also any fool who dares to tell the time And the sun and moon will shatter and the signposts cease to sign
Larga muchacho tu voz joven como larga la luz el sol que aunque tenga que estrellarse contra un paredon que aunque tenga que estrellarse se dividira en dos
Suelta muchacho tus pensamientos como anda suelto el viento sos la esperanza y la voz que vendra a florecer en la nueva tierra
Hombres de hierro que no escuchan la voz hombres de hierro que no escuchan el grito hombres de hierro que no escuchan el llanto gente que avanza se puede matar pero los pensamientos quedaran
Puntas agudas ensucian el cielo como la sangre en la tierra dile a esos hombres que traten de usar a cambio de las armas su cabeza
Hombres de hierro que no escuchan la voz hombres de hierro que no escuchan el grito hombres de hierro que no escuchan el llanto gente que avanza se puede matar Pero los pensamientos quedaran
Hombrediablo es mi amigo más genial Hombrediablo es más que sensacional bebedor bravucón y además seductor
Conocí al Hombrediablo en la niñez cuando aún yo no tomaba ni café Él ya entonces andaba a su sazón tenía citas y hacía alardes de matón
Tenía mujer y yo tenía que estudiar tenía mujer y yo tareas que acabar El crecía en el barrio de Colón y yo en medio del Dante y Platón
Siempre admiré su situación frente al amor siempre admiré sus puñetazos al mentón Hombrediablo es mi amigo más genial Hombrediablo es más que sensacional
Hombrediablo hace apuestas en alcohol siempre gana porfía el bebedor No se deja atrapar por un amor porque vive a la salva de su honor
Se ve muy bien con su tupé, con su dril cien se ve muy bien con su bigote a lo francés Los domingos se va al cine en procesión con su novia, que espera en un sillón
Se ve muy bien aunque está madurito ya se ve muy bien siempre ha sabido no sudar Hombrediablo es mi amigo más genial Hombrediablo es más que sensacional
Cuando a veces nos vemos por ahí me aconseja que me lance a vivir me da el número de alguna mujer porque a un socio él le sabe resolver
Me cuenta así sus aventuras de Don Juan me cuenta así mientras mi envidia crece más Siempre huele a lavanda o a mentol y se pule las uñas con alcohol
Me dice adiós Yo me conmuevo al verlo ir Me dice adiós y siempre pienso "eso es vivir" Hombrediablo es mi amigo más genial Hombrediablo es más que sensacional
All Night Long
Composer(s): Peter Frampton - Mick Gallagher
First release by: Peter Frampton - 1973
Trees falling leaves come alive, watch them glide
Eyes come to life when you smile for a while
Tables keep turning now the full moon has been seen
Know what I mean
Tell you what to do baby - all night long
It would take me - all night long
Show you how I feel - all night long
I've seen you in the papers they say you play at pool
I think you got me snookered if we play your rules
Maybe you can't see the way to be sure anymore
I can't help feeling like closing the door
Images are fading and the thought of you has gone
Baby it's wrong
'Cause all I need is - all night long
It would only take me - all night long
To show you how I feel - all night long
They say you read me like a book then make the book a film
You can write the screen play I can't wait 'til then
I wish I knew what I could do
It feels like somethings overdue
Communications broken down
Still got me snookered when you wear your crown
All night long
It would only take me - all night long
Won't ya, won't ya give - all night long
Yeah, I've seen you in the papers they say you play at pool
I think you got me snookered no exception to the rule
Give me - all night long
Won't ya, won't ya give - all night long
It would only take me - all night long
To show you how I feel
'Cause you still got me snookered and it's quite unreal
De quererte cantar sufro disnea bastante más allá de los pulmones Tu sombra brilla hoy en la pelea mayor de la conciencia y las razones Por ti canto de pecho como el sueño en que giro y leve, como aún respiro Por ti adelanto trecho a lo que falta en tono y canto lo que no perdono
Hombre, hombre y amigo aún queda para estar contigo Hombre, hombre sin templo desciende a mi ciudad tu ejemplo
Supiste cabalgar contra quien odia desde su torre de odio y exterminio pero, en mi parecer, te dio más gloria el alma que tallaste a tu dominio La medicina escasa la más insuficiente es la de remediar la mente Y la locura pasa risueña cuando engaña cual odio de la propia entraña
Hombre sin apellido un poco de piedad te pido hombre, ay, todavía que un tanto más allá está el día De la melena inculta a la calvicie del número inicial a lo incontable desde la tumba hasta la superficie tras breve veinte tan multiplicable me llega un canto alado de fiebres de la infancia me brota la invención del ansia y entero y mutilado furiosamente a besos te doy mi corazón travieso
Hombre, hombre sin muerte la noche respiró tu suerte hombre de buen destino y hay luces puestas en camino
All Night Long Composer(s): Lionel Richie First release by: Lionel Richie - 1983
Well, my friends, the time has come To raise the roof and have some fun Throw away the work to be done Let the music play on (Play on, play on) Everbody sing, everybody dance Lose yourself in wild romance We're going to party Karamu, fiesta, forever Come on and sing along! We're going to party Karamu, fiesta, forever Come onand sing along! We're going to party Karamu, fiesta, forever Come on and sing along! All night long! (all night) All night long! (all night) All night long! (all night) People dancing all in the street See the rhythm all in their feet Life is good wild and sweet Let the music play on (Play on, play on) Feel it in your heart And feel it in your soul Let the music take control We're going to party Liming, fiesta, forever Come on and sing my song! All night long! (all night) All night long! (all night) All night long! (all night) All night long! (all night) Yeah, once you get started You can't sit down Come join the fun It's a merry go round Everyone's dancing Their troubles away Come join our party See how we play! Oh, yes We're going to have a party! All night long! (all night) All night long! (all night) All night long! (all night) All night long! Everyone you meet They're jamming in the street All night long1 Yeah, I said, everyone you meet They're jamming in the street All night long! Yeah, I said, everyone you meet They're jamming in the street All night long! Feel good! Feel good!
Homage To Marat Composer(s): Adrian Mitchell; Richard Peaslee Performer(s): Peter Weiss
Four years after the revolution and the old king's execution Four years after I remember
how those courtiers took their final vow String up every aristocrat Out with the priests Let them live on their fat Four years after we started fighting Marat keeps on with his writing Four years after the Bastille fell He still recalls the old battle yell Down with all of the ruling class Throw all the generals out on their arse Good old Marat by your side we'll stand or fall You're the only one that we can trust at all Four years he fought and he fought unafraid Sniffing down traitors by traitors betrayed Marat in the courtroom Marat underground Sometimes the otter and sometimes the hound Fight ing all the gentry and fighting every priest Businessman the bourgeois the military beast Marat always ready to stifle every scheme of the sons of the arse licking dying regime We've got new generals our leaders are new They sit and they argue and all that they do Is sell their own colleagues and ride upon their backs And jail them and break them and give them all the axe Screaming in language that no one understands Of the rights that we grabbed with our own bleeding hands When we wiped out the bosses and stormed through the wall Of the prison they told us would outlast us all Marat we're poor And the poor stay poor Marat don't make Us wait anymore We want our rights and we don't care how We want our revolution now Why do they have the gold Why do they have the power Why why why Do they have the friends at the top Why do they have the jobs at the top We've got nothing Always had nothing Nothing but holes and millions of them Living in holes dying in holes Holes in our bellies and holes in our clothes Marat we're poor And the poor stay poor Marat don't make us wait anymore Poor old Marat they hunt you down The bloodhounds are sniffing all over the town Poor old Marat you work til your eyes turn as red as rust poor old Marat We trust in you ....
A simple Swedish girl was Hilda When she landed here But in one short year She learned our ways and everything She got a beau named Yonnie Yonson Since she left the boat She sent his picture to the folks back home On the back of it she wrote
Now if you look at Yonnie's picture, you might think he's slow But he seems to know 'Bout cows and dogs and everything And when you talk about my Yonnie, you speak of the best I found out lots of things about that boy He's so different from the rest
Holy Yumpin' Yiminy How my Yonny can love When he kisses me, oh what yoy, makes me feel so oh! by Yiminy! He bane my sweet Papa, I bane his Turtle dove He no bane much on reading books And he bane worse when it comes to looks but holy Yumpin Yiminy, how my Yonnie can love
Holy Yumpin' Yiminy How my Yonny can love When he kisses me, oh what yoy, makes me feel so oh! by Yiminy! He bane my sweet Papa, I bane his Turtle dove He's yust as clumsy as can be, but when he sits me on his knee but holy Yumpin Yiminy, how my Yonnie can love
You said you came in off the street King of the promised land You offered me your heart I took your hand Now you go towards Albana To challenge our destiny How we tried You don't eat meat But you eat your heart out, Steven It's time to get even I'll make it up to you I'll go, I'll try With you in mind Oh Steven You dressed me in my glad rags You in your Gladiolia Just like those other lifetimes At least that's what you told me The taste of reality was Such a hard, bitter-sweet pill You took to your bed again Oh, are you still ill? Are you still ill? You don't eat meat But you eat your heart out, Steven It's time to get even I'll make it up to you I'll go, I'll try With you in mind Oh Steven I have faith for both of us, you said I have faith for both of us You walked in off the street King of the promised land You offered me your heart I took your hand You don't eat meat But you eat your heart out, Steven It's time to get even I'll make it up to you You don't eat meat But you eat your heart out, Steven It's time to get even I'll make it up to you Oh Steven You little charmer...
Fare thee well, my lovely Dinah a thousand times adieu We are bound away from the Holy Ground and the girls we love so true We'll sail the salt seas over and we'll return once more And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more
Chorus: You're the girl that I adore And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more
Now when we're out a-sailing and you are far behind Fine letters will I write to you with the secrets of my mind The secrets of my mind, my girl you're the girl that I adore And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more
Chorus: You're the girl that I adore And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more
Oh now the storm is raging and we are far from shore The poor old ship she's sinking fast and the riggings they are tore The night is dark and dreary we can scarcely see the moon But still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more
Chorus: You're the girl that I adore And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more
It's now the storm is over and we are safe on shore We'll drink a toast to the Holy Ground and the girls that we adore We'll drink strong ale and porter and we'll make the taproom roar And when our money is all spent we'll go to sea once more
Chorus: You're the girl that I adore And still I live in hope to see the Holy Ground once more
Hollywood Swinging Composer(s): Robert "Kool" Bell; George "Funky" Brown;
Charles Smith; J.T. Taylor; Dennis "D.T." Thomas;
Curtis Fitzgerald Williams Performer(s): Kool & The Gang
Hey, hey, hey What ya got to say Hey, hey, hey What ya got to say
Hollywoooooooood Hollywood swinging
Hollywoooooooood Hollywood swinging
I remember Not too long ago I went to a theatre And I saw the Kool and The Gang show I always wanted To fit into a band To sing my songs And become a bad piano playing man
So here I am In this Hollywood city The city of the stars Movies, women and cars Well I guess I I guess I Star
Hollywood swinging Hollywood swinging Hollywood swinging Hollywood swinging
Hero Composer(s): Fredrik Kempe - Bobby Ljunggren First performance by: Charlotte Perrelli - 2008
Everything has a beginning Everything comes to an end Take it or leave it, you'd better believe it Be my love or be my friend
Try to deny what you're feeling And you'll know that your heart will say no Love will last longer, growing stronger and stronger If you stay and don't let go
Oh... out of the light, like a star, like a hero Love will survive Oh... taking the fight is the life of a hero Staying alive
This is a story of love and compassion Only heroes can tell Oh... out of the light, like a star, like a hero Love will survive
Heaven and earth keep colliding But with love on a world of its own Oh... there you can't fake it, just make it or break it Only you can find the one
Oh... out of the light, like a star, like a hero Love will survive Oh... taking the fight is the life of a hero Staying alive
This is a story of love and compassion Only heroes can tell Oh... out of the light, like a star, like a hero Love will survive (Will survive) Oh... survive (Will survive)
Heroes can live on their own But heroes never die alone
Oh... out of the light, like a star, like a hero Love will survive Oh... taking the fight is the life of a hero Staying alive (This is a story of love and compassion) Heroes can tell Oh, out of the light, like a star, like a hero Love will survive
Hollywood Square Dance Composer(s): Charlie Hayes; Paul Weirick
In Hollywood the latest craze Will make you want to dance for days So, grab your partner, take a chance Try the Hollywood Square Dance
For it's as easy as can be You do it once and you will see You square your shoulders, then advance Try the Hollywood Square Dance
Ring around the rosies Pocket full of posies, watch your little toesies As you go 'round and 'round and 'round Underneath the arches Careful of your arches, ev'rybody marches One, two, three, four, here we go
Now if at first you don't succeed Just try again that's all you need And soon you'll find your big romance Doing the Hollywood Square Dance
Ring around the rosies Alaman left with your left hand Back to your partner, right and left grand Pocket full of posies Swing grandma across the hall She ain't been swung since way last fall Watch your little toesies Chase that rabbit, chase that squirrel Chase that purty girl 'round the world As you go 'round and 'round and 'round
Stepsister's Lament Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers Performer(s): Kenneth Williams and multiple other artists
Why would a fellow want a girl like her? A frail and fluffy beauty Why cant a fellow ever once prefer A solid girl like me? Shes a frothy little bubble With a flimsy kind of charm And with very little trouble I could break her little arm Oh, why would a fellow want a girl like her So obviously unusual Why cant a fellow ever once prefer A usual girl like me?
Her cheeks are a pretty shade of pink But not any pinker than a rose is Her skin may be delicate and soft But not any softer than a does is Her neck is no whiter than a swans Shes only as dainty as a daisy Shes only as graceful as a bird So why should the fellows go all crazy?
Oh, why would a fellow want a girl like her? A girl whos merely lovely Why cant a fellow ever once prefer A girl whos merely me?
Whats the matter with the men? Whats the matter with the men? Whats the matter with the men?
