Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Style Kills Composer(s): Gary Numan - Robert Palmer Performer(s): Robert Palmer
I see you got yourself a brand new bag You had enough of the imitation drag Although you're leaping to the latest thing You can't ignore the suspicion of a hallow ring Big bills Cheap thrills Style kills You say you set your standards way too high So you convincingly effect a compromise Some unsuspecting body's gonna pay When you discover that you can't always Have your way Big pain, big pills, style kills If he won't you will style kills You say your lover's gotta a lot of nerve 'Cause he won't keep you in the style that you deserve You kid yourself you're only marking time Till you fulfill the revenge in the back Of your mind Clear out, no frills, style kills You never take the blame for your mistakes Why should you give anyone an even break If he won't - you will style kills
You Belong To The City Composer(s): Glenn Frey; Jack Tempchin Performer(s): Glenn Frey; Eric Carmen; Eagles
The sun goes down The night rolls in You can feel it starting all over again The moon comes up And the music calls You're getting tired of staring at the same four walls You're out of your room And down on the street You can feel the crowds through the midnight heat The traffic roars And the sirens scream You look at the faces, its just like a dream
You don't know where you're going You don't care where you've been
'Cause you belong to the city You belong to the night living in a river of darkness, beneath the neon light You belong to the city you belong to the street Its in your moves, its in your blood You're a man of the street
When you said goodbye You were on the run Tryin' to get away from the things you'd done Now you're back again And you're feeling strange So much has happened, but nothing has changed
You still don't know where you're going Nobody cares where you've been
'Cause you belong to the city...
You can see it You can face it You can feel it You can taste it You can hear it You're getting near it You're gonna make it 'Cause you can take it
An Angel Came Down Composer(s): Paul O'Neill - Jon Oliva Performer(s): Trans-Siberian Orch.
An angel came down one night to the earth A mission from God to find out the worth Of everything that His children had done Since that winter night, the birth of His son
And then a sound filled the night in the cold winter air And in the midst of his flight it was holding him there And as he looked towards the Earth for the source of this sound On that cold winter night, it was pulling him down
To bring something back this angel was told That no one could touch, but angels could hold So on that night, when the sky had cleared Among all the stars an angel appeared
And then a sound filled the night in the cold winter air And in the midst of his flight it was holding him there And as he looked towards the Earth for the source of this sound On that cold winter night, it was pulling him down
An angel returned that night through the sky But time it was short, he had to decide And so as he flew back over the land A gift for his Lord was there in his hand
It was the glow of a light, it was the heart of a song It was the tear of a child where they never belonged It was the wish of a soul on an old neon light And the Lord smiled at him on that cold winter night
Kyrie among nations Kyrie among nations Kyrie among nations Here the bells ring through the night
Kyrie among nations Kyrie among nations Kyrie among nations Hear as they ring through the night
Listen to the bells as they ring, listen to the message they bring Listen to the sound as they sing as one voice in the night Hoping that we'll all understand every dream we have's in our hands And for every bell may they ring all through the night
Kyrie among nations Kyrie among nations Kyrie among nations Hear as they ring through the night
Kyrie among nations Kyrie among nations Kyrie among nations Here as they ring through the night
Listen to the bells as they ring, listen to the message they bring Listen to the sound as they sing as one voice in the night Hoping that we'll all understand every dream we have's in our hands And for every bell may they ring all through your life
And so with his story over and our bottle nearly through I asked, "Did this really happen?" He swore every word was true Then he said, "I see you're puzzled, for your mind tells you to doubt me That my story can't be true, but your heart tells you it might be"
He then asked, did it entertain me and I admitted it had charm Then he said, "Perhaps you have learned something, or at worst I've done no harm" Then he rose up from his chair and he said it's time that he should leave "But may God keep and protect you this and every Christmas Eve"
Then he left through the front door and I ran out to ask him back But he was already gone and stranger still, he left no tracks So I walked back to my home recalling all I'd heard and seen And for the first time since my childhood, that night I dreamed a Christmas dream
You Belong To My Heart
(Adapted from: Solamente Una Vez - 1941)
(Finnish Version: Olen Onnellinen - 1966)
Composer(s): Agustín Lara - Ray Gilbert
Performer(s): Phil Brito - 1944
and multiple other artists
You belong to my heart Now and forever And our love had its start Not long ago
We were gathering stars while a million guitars played our love song When I said "I love you", every beat of my heart said it, too
't Was a moment like this Do you remember? And your eyes threw a kiss When they met mine
Now we own all the stars and a million guitars are still playing Darling, you are the song and you'll always belong to my heart
(instrumental break)
't Was a moment like this Do you remember? And your eyes threw a kiss When they met mine
Now we own all the stars and a million guitars are still playing Darling, you are the song and you'll always belong to my heart
Stupid Cupid ((Portuguese Version: Estúpido Cupido (by Celly Campelo) - 1959))
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield
First release by: Connie Francis - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Stupid Cupid You're a real mean guy I'd like to clip your wings so you can't fly I'm in love and it's a crying shame And I know that you're the one to blame Hey Hey Set me Free Stupid Cupid stop picking on me
I can't do my homework and I can't think straight I meet her every morning bout half past eight I'm acting like a lovesick fool You've even got me carrying your books to school Hey Hey Set me Free
Stupid Cupid stop picking on me
You messed me up for good right from the very start Hey now, go play Robin Hood With somebody else's heart You got me jumping like a crazy clown And I don't feature what your putting down Since I kissed her loving lips of wine The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine Hey Hey set me free Stupid Cupid stop picking on me
You got me jumping like a crazy clown And I don't feature what your putting down Since I kissed her loving lips of wine The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine Hey Hey set me free Stupid Cupid stop picking on me Hey Hey set me free Stupid Cupid stop picking on me
Estúpido Cupido ((Adapted from: Stupid Cupid (by Connie Francis) - 1958)) Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield - Fred Jorge Performer(s): Celly Campello - 1959
Oh, oh cupido vê se deixa em paz (Oh, oh cupido) Meu coração que já não pode amar (Oh, oh cupido) Eu amei há muito tempo atrás (Oh, oh cupido) Já cansei de tanto soluçar (Oh, oh cupido)
Hei, hei, é o fim... Oh, oh cupido, vá longe de mim!
(Oh, oh cupido) Eu dei meu coração a um belo rapaz (Oh, Oh cupido) Que prometeu me amar e me fazer feliz (Oh, oh cupido) Porém ele me passou prá trás (Oh, oh cupido) Meu beijo recusou e meu amor não quis (oh, oh cupido)
Hei, hei, é o fim... oh cupido, vá longe de mim!
(Oh, oh cupido) Eu vi um coração cansado de chorar A flecha do amor, só trás angústia e a dor
(Oh, oh cupido) Mas seu cupido, o meu coração (Oh, oh cupido) Não quer saber de mais uma paixão (Oh, oh cupido) Por favor vê se me deixa em paz (Oh, oh cupido) Meu pobre coração já não agüenta mais (Oh, oh cupido)
Hei, hei é o fim... Oh, oh cupido, vá longe de mim!
(Oh, oh cupido) Mas seu cupido, o meu coração (Oh, oh cupido) Não quer saber de mais uma paixão (Oh, oh cupido) Por favor vê se me deixa em paz (Oh, oh cupido) Meu pobre coração já não agüenta mais (Oh, oh cupido)
Hei, hei é o fim... Oh, oh cupido, vá longe de mim!
Hei, hei é o fim... Oh, oh cupido, vá longe de mim!
You Belong To Me Composer(s): Carly Simon; Michael McDonald Performer(s): Carly Simon
Why'd you tell me this Were you looking for my reaction What do you need to know Don't you know I'll always be your girl You don't have to prove to me you're beautiful to strangers I've got loving eyes of my own
(Chorus) You belong to me Tell her you were fooling You don't even know her Tell her that I love you
You belong to me Can it be, honey, that you're not sure You belong to me Thought we'd closed the book - locked the door You don't have to prove to me that you're beautiful to strangers I've got loving eyes of my own And I can tell - I can tell darling Tell her - tell her that I love you
You belong - you belong - you belong to me Tell her you were fooling Tell her she don't even know you Tell her you were fooling I know you from a long time ago, baby Don't leave me to go to her now You belong to me
Stumblin' In Composer(s): Michael Chapman - Nicky Chinn First release by: Suzi Quatro & Chris Norman - 1978
Titles In Other Languages: 1979 - Springa Omkring (by Kikki Danielsson) 2007 - Van Bij Het Begin (by Mama's Jasje & Claudia Caluwé)
Our love is alive, and so we begin Foolishly laying our hearts on the table Stumblin' in Our love is a flame, burning within Now and then firelight will catch us Stumblin' in
Wherever you go, whatever you do You know these reckless thoughts of mine are following you I'm falling for you, whatever you do 'Cos baby you've shown me so many things that I never knew Whatever it takes, baby I'll do it for you
You were so young, and I was so free I may been young, but baby that's not what I wanted to be Well you were the one, oh why was it me 'Cos baby you've shown me so many things that I've never seen Whatever you need, baby you've got it from me
You Beat Me To The Punch Composer(s): Smokey Robinson; Ronald White Performer(s): Mary Wells; and various other artists
That day, I first saw you passing by I wanted, to ask your name but I...was much too shy But I was looking at you so hard That you must have had a hunch So you came up to me and asked me my name
You beat me to the punch That time You beat me to the punch Yes you did
After, I had known you for what seems like a long, long time I wanted, wanted to ask you would you please, please be mine Whenever you came around, my heart would pound So you must have had a hunch So you came up to me and asked me to be yours
You beat me to the punch One more time You beat me to the punch Yes you did
Since I loved you I thought you would be true And love me tender So I let my heart surrender To you, yes I did But I found out Beyond a doubt One day, boy You were a playboy Who would go away and leave me Blue
So I ain't gonna wait around for you to put me down This time I'm gonna play my hunch And walk away this very day. And beat you to the punch Yes I will I'll beat you to the punch This time
Stuff Like That
Composer(s): Nickolas Ashford - Steve Gadd - Eric Gale - Quincy Jones - Ralph MacDonald
Valerie Simpson - Richard Tee
Performer(s): Quincy Jones
and multiple other artists
Walked in the joint
They were lined up back to back
Anything you can name, no shame
uhn, uh
An' stuff like that
Do it - do it
Do it - do it
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Before my eyes
Was the promise of paradise
Is she real, can she feel
Is she a dream? If ya know what I mean
'Cause she was built out of
Stuff like that
Stuff...Like That (do it - do it)
Stuff...Like That (do it - do it)
Stuff...Like That (do it - do it)
Stuff...Like That (do it - do it)
I knew I was captured
By the rhythm of the magic flute
Pulling and urging me
To taste the forbidden fruit
Tho' I felt naive
I did not want to leave
Fever was in the air
All of a sudden, I didn't care
No reason why, I just had to testify
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Do it - do it
Do it - do it
Do it - do it
Do it - do it
I knew I was captured
By the rhythm of the magic flute
Pulling and urging me
To taste the forbidden fruit
Tho' I felt naive
I did not want to leave
Fever was in the air
All of a sudden, I didn't care
No reason why, I just had to testify
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
What makes you feel like doin' stuff like that?
Rock Star's Lament Composer(s): Shel Silverstein - Fred Koller Performer(s): Bobby Bare
I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits For a bottle of rye whiskey I gave up my fancy boots Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tale to tell Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell
Hide a face you might remember hide a voice you may recall T' was that cold night in December when we played Carnegie Hall Now we're smokin' marijuana singin' flat but doin' well Till I took my first drink of whiskey we started down the road to hell
I have pawned my golden records I have sold my sequent suits For a bottle of rye whiskey I gave up my fancy boots Now I stand here on the corner with a sad sad tale to tell Once a dopefiend now a drunker with no song left to sell
Once a rock star now a drunker with no song left to sell With no song left to sell...
You Baby Composer(s): P.F. Sloan; Steve Barri Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas; The Turtles; P.F. Sloan; The Grass Roots; Jenny Wolfe and the Pack; The Mariachi Brass
From the time I fall asleep til the mornin' comes I dream about You baby
And I feel alright 'Cause I know tonight I'll be with You baby
And who makes me feel like smilin' When the weary day is through?
(You) You baby, you (I'm talkin bout my baby yeah) No one but you baby Nobody but you
(You) You baby, you (I'm talkin bout my baby yeah) No one but you baby Nobody but you
They candy is sweet But it just can't compete with You baby
You've got everything I need And nobody can please like you You baby
And who believes that my wildest dreams And my craziest schemes will come true
(You) You baby, you (I'm talkin 'bout my baby yeah) No one but you baby Nobody but you
(You) You baby, you (I'm talkin bout my baby yeah) No one but you baby Nobody but you
A little ray of sunshine A little bit of soul Add just a touch of magic It's the greatest thing since rock and roll
Yeah baby (You) You baby, you (I'm talkin bout my baby yeah) No one but you baby Nobody but you
(You) You baby, you (I'm talkin bout my baby yeah) No one but you baby Nobody but you (You) You baby, you (I'm talkin bout my baby yeah) No one but you baby Nobody but you
I Can't See Texas From Here Composer(s): George Strait Performer(s): George Strait and multiple other artists
I come and go as I please From down here, up north and in between But baby it's a shame, 'cause I always feel the same When I can't see Texas from here
I can't see Texas from here No matter how I try, it makes me wanna die So if you see me looking down, I'm trying not to show this frown 'Cause I can't see Texas from here
I can't say I don't like Tennessee The people here have all been good to me So please don't take offense if start to get intense It's just 'cause I can't see Texas from here
I can't see Texas from here No matter how I try, it makes me wanna die So if you see me looking down, I'm trying not to show this frown 'Cause I can't see Texas from here
You Asked Me To Composer(s): Waylon Jennings; Billy Joe Shaver Performer(s): Waylon Jennings; Elvis Presley; Billy Joe Shaver; Nancy Griffith; John Hartford; Alison Krauss
Long ago and far away In my old common labour shoes I turned the world all which-a-way Just because you asked me to
Likened to no other feel' Summer love is simple true There's no end to what I'd do Just because you asked me to
Let the world call me a fool But if things are right with me and you That's all that matters and I'll do Anything you ask me to
Knowin' how much I love you After all I've been through I'd turn and walk away from you Just because you asked me to
Let the world call me a fool But if things are right with me and you That's all that matters and I'll do Anything you ask me to
Let the world call me a fool But if things are right with me and you That's all that matters and I'll do Anything you ask me to
Blame It On Mexico Composer(s): Darrel Steadtler Performer(s): George Strait and multiple other artists
In a bar in Acuna called Ma Crosby's I found myself not feeling any pain I told a 'Frisco girl I'd come for freedom She said she'd only come to catch a train We struck up some idle conversation Traded all the troubles on our minds One thing lead to another in the evening And I fell in love again for my last time
Blame it on Mexico if you need a reason Say too much guitar music, tequila, salt and lime Blame it on Mexico, but she's the reason That I fell in love again for my last time
Daylight dawned and found me in Del Rio In a rundown motel room as dark as hell I felt all the pains of a morning after And all alone as far as I could tell
Why she left I have no way of knowing I guess she caught her train and that's a crime She took everything I ever wanted And I fell in love again for my last time
Blame it on Mexico if you need a reason Say too much guitar music, tequila, salt and lime Blame it on Mexico, but she's the reason That I fell in love again for my last time
You Are Too Beautiful Composer(s): Richard Rogers; Lorenz Hart Performer(s): David Whitfield; and various other artists
You are too beautiful, my dear, to be true And I am a fool for beauty Fooled by a feeling that because I have found you I could have bound you too You are too beautiful for one man alone For one lucky fool to be with When there are other men With eyes of their own to see with
Love does not stand sharing Not if one cares Have you been comparing My every kiss with theirs If, on the other hand, Im faithful to you Its not through a sense of duty You are too beautiful And I am a fool for beauty