Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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A Feast Of Friends Composer(s): Jim Morrison Performer(s): The Doors
Wow, I´m sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings The servants have the power Dog men and their mean women Pulling poor blankets over our sailors I´m sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies Must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood meal for the plant that´s plowed
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know, how pale and wanton thrillful Comes death in a strange hour Unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you´ve brought to bed Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings Where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens claws
No more money, no more fancy dress This other kingdom seems by far the best Until it´s other jaw reveals incest And loose obidience to a vegetable law
I will not go Prefer a feast of friends To the giant family
Father And A Son Composer(s): Loudon Wainwright III Performer(s): Loudon Wainwright III
When I was your age I was just like you And just look at me now; I'm sure you do But your grandfather was just as bad And you should have heard him trash his dad Life's no picnic, that's a given My mom's mom died when my mom was seven My mom's father was a tragic guy But he was so distant and nobody knows why Now, your mother's family, you know them Each and every one a gem Each and every one a gem
When I was your age I was a mess On a bad day I still am, I guess I think I know what you're going through Everything changes but nothing is new And I know that I'm miserable; can't you see? I just want you to be just like me Boys grow up to be grown men And then men change back into boys again You're starting up and I'm winding down Ain't it big enough for us both in this town? Say it's big enough for us both in this town
When I was your age I thought I hated my dad And that the feeling was a mutual one that we had We fought each other day and night I was always wrong; he was always right But he had the power and he needed to win His life half over, mine about to begin I'm not sure about that Oedipal stuff But when we were together it was always rough Hate is a strong word; I want to back-track The bigger the front, then the bigger the back The bigger the front, then the bigger the back
Now you and me are me and you And it's a different ballgame though not brand-new I don't know what all of this fighting is for But we're having us a teenage/middle-age war I don't want to die and you want to live It takes a little bit of take and a whole lot of give It never really ends though each race is run This thing between a father and a son Maybe it's power and push and shove Maybe it's hate but probably it's love Maybe it's hate but probably it's love
Your Turn To Cry Performer(s): The Dave Clark Five
The time has come For me to say goodbye You've had your fun Now it's your turn to cry
You played around With everyone you found You didn't even care If it got around
It's your turn to cry The tears from your eyes won't bring me back again You'll remember my words now I've gone It's your turn to cry
I've tried so hard to make you understand I'd give you the world if by me you would stand You didn't even care if it caused me pain So I just go out walkin' in the rain
It's your turn to cry The tears from your eyes won't bring me back again You'll remember my words now I've gone It's your turn to cry
I'm glad it's over and it's done (He don't love you no more) It's you that's lonely, I'm the happy one (He's not sad anymore)
I've turned the tables, now it's you (You want him back again) Who wants me, needs me Said she'll never make me blue
The time has come For me to say goodbye You've had your fun Now it's your turn to cry
You played around With everyone you found You didn't even care If it got around
It's your turn to cry The tears from your eyes won't bring me back again You'll remember my words now I've gone It's your turn to cry
A Brown Bird Singing Composer(s): Royden Barrie - Hayden Wood Performer(s): Maxine Sullivan and multiple other artists
All through the night there's a little brown bird singing singing in the dusk of the darkness and the dew Oh how I wish that my heart could go awinging could go awinging straight through the nighttime to you to you
Your Time Is Gonna Come Composer(s): John Paul Jones; Jimmy Page Performer(s): Led Zeppelin; Dread Zeppelin; Iron Horse; Sandie Shaw; Wolfgang
Lying, cheating, hurting, that's all you seem to do Messing around with every guy in town Putting me down for thinking of somebody new Always the same, playing your games Drive me insane, trouble's gonna come to you One of these days and it won't be long You'll look for me but baby I'll be gone This is all I've got to say to you woman
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come
Made up my mind to break this time Won't be so fine, it's my turn to cry Do what you want, I won't take the brunt It's fading away, can't feel you anymore Don't care what you say, 'cause I'm going away to stay Gonna make you pay for that great big hole in my heart People talking all around, watch out woman No longer is the joke gonna be on my heart You've been bad to me woman, but it's coming back home to you
Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come Your time is gonna come, your time is gonna come
A Boy From Nowhere Composer(s): Mike Leander - Edward Seago Performer(s): Tom Jones; Michael Ball; John Barrowman
The nights grow cold My search for gold Is leading nowhere Which ever lonely road I take It seems to go where It's a fight to survive Just until tomorrow How can I display What I know I'm worthy of When they turn me away
The doors are closed To such as I A boy from nowhere But not to those Who feel they find The right to go where They'll be met with respect No humiliation A man's place on earth I have come to realise Is decided at birth
So what's the future No matter where I go I will still belong In abolition Where we don't know where Our next bed is coming from Something's wrong!
I vow to stray I won't remain A boy from nowhere There has to be A place for me And I must go there I don't fantasize Unlike a million others Who must bow and scrape For my one means of escape Is to flourish a cape
I've thought too long to fight The Gods if they oppose me I have to win I won't give in No-one who knows me Would expect me to fail For the want of trying Not a man alive Had to beg, or steal, or fight More than me to survive
So what's the future No matter where I go I will still belong In abolition Where good honest men grow weak And the rich grow strong Something's wrong!
Another jolt, another bolt A boy from nowhere My destiny will guarantee That I'll only go where It's a fight to survive Just until tomorrow One more mouth to feed And the way things are 'round here That's the last thing they need
Your Sweetness Is My Weakness Composer(s): Barry White Performer(s): Barry White
Ooh, girl, you know like I know, uh-huh What your lovin', girl, has done for me Like a Mona Lisa hangin' on a wall, uh-huh
You're a lovely sight, lovely sight to see, mmm, hmm The way you give me your sweet love Any place and time when you look at me I get weak in my knees I'm so thankful that you're mine
Your sweetness is my weakness, yeah Girl, your sweetness is my weakness, yeah, yeah Sweetness is my weakness, well You sweetness is my weakness
They all say that I'm a fool, uh-huh For lovin' you, for lovin' you this way But sure as I am, I don't give a damn About what the people, what the people say
Other girls try to imitate you With the other boys, uh-huh But I'm the only boy `round here Whose got the real macoy
Sweetness is my weakness, yeah, yeah Sweetness is my weakness, yeah (Uh-huh), yeah (Uh-huh) Sweetness is my weakness, yeah (Ooh), yeah (Ooh) Sweetness is my weakness, yeah, yeah
A Bowl Of Red Composer(s): Tom Russell Performer(s): Tom Russell
You don't put beans in chilli You never water good whiskey down And never play poker with a man named 'Doc' On the Spanish side of town
And if you want to go peekin' at the doctor's daughter You better pay the old man his bread Then it's a short, short ride from hell to heaven Ridin' on a bowl of red
I'm talkin' about sweet Lorene, the chilli queen Down at number nine Pecos Street She's got bull meat hangin' up above her head And chilli peppers down at her feet
She's got an iron pot smokin' on a woodsmoke stove Near an antique feather bed Where it's a short, short ride from hell to heaven Ridin' on a bowl of red
Here's the recipe: Bull meat, crab meat, pig's feet, chicken feet I've even seen her use a rabbit's head Cemino, oregano, celanto, let it go Then sop it up with sourdough bread
Let it boil one day, you'll be rollin' in the hay Lorene keeps a man well fed Just walk on down to number nine Say, "Gimme a little bowl of red"
Peter Piper picked a bunch of chilli peppers Tell me how many packs did Peter Piper pick Then he took 'em on down to sweet Lorene Said, "I need a bowl of red real quick"
She put Peter Piper's peppers in a pot on the stove She put Peter Piper in her feather bed And now Peter Piper's pickin' peppers all day Just to get his daily bowl of red
Your Squaw Is On The Warpath Composer(s): Loretta Lynn Performer(s): Loretta Lynn
Well your pet name for me is squaw When you come home a drinkin' and can barely crawl And all that lovin' on me won't make things right Well you're leavin' me at home to keep the tee pee clean A-six papooses to break and wean Well, your squaw is on the warpath tonight
Well I found out, a-big brave chief The game you were huntin' for ain't beef Get offa my huntin' grounds And get outta my sight This-a war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad You don't need no more of what you've already had Your squaw is on the warpath tonight
Well-a that fire water that a you've been drinkin' Makes you feel bigger but chief you're shrinkin' Since you've been on that love makin' diet Now don't hand me that old peace pipe There ain't no pipe can settle this fight Your squaw is on the warpath tonight
Well I found out a-big brave chief The game you're a hunting for ain't beef Get offa my huntin' grounds and get outta my sight This-a war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad You don't need no more of what you've already had Your squaw is on the warpath tonight Yeah, your squaw is on the warpath tonight
Your Song Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin Performer(s): Elton John; and various other artists
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside I'm not one of those who can easily hide I don't have much money but boy if I did I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show I know it's not much but it's the best I can do My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song It may be quite simple but now that it's done I hope you don't mind I hope you don't mind that I put down in words How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue Anyway the thing is what I really mean Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Your Smiling Face Composer(s): James Taylor Performer(s): James Taylor; and various other artists
Whenever I see your smiling face I have to smile myself Because I love you (Yes, I do) And when you give me that pretty little pout It turns me inside out There's something about you, baby (I don't know)
(Chorus) Isn't it amazing a man like me Can feel this way Tell me how much longer I will grow stronger every day Oh, how much longer
I thought I was in love A couple of times before With the girl next door But that was long before I met you Now I'm sure that I won't forget you And I thank my lucky stars That you are who you are And not just another lovely lady Sent down to break my heart
Isn't it amazing a man like me Can feel this way Tell me how much longer I can grow stronger every day How much longer
No one can tell me that I'm doing it wrong today Whenever I see you smile at me No one can tell me that I'm doing it wrong today Whenever I see your smile at face my way No one can tell me that I'm doing it wrong today No one can tell me that I'm doing it wrong today
Synchronicity 2 Composer(s): Sting Performer(s): The Police; Morpholinos
Another suburban morning Grandmother screaming at the wall We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies We can't hear anything at all
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration But we know all the suicides are fake Daddy only stares into the distance There's only so much more that he can take
Many miles away something crawls from the slime At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake
Another industrial ugly morning The factory belches filth into the sky He walks unhindered through the picket lines today He doesn't think to wonder why The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts on a red light street
But all he ever thinks to do is watch And every single meeting with his so called superior Is a humiliating kick in the crotch
Many miles away something crawls to the surface Of a dark Scottish Loch
Another working day has ended Only the rush hour hell to face Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes Contestants in a suicidal race
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance He knows that something somewhere has to break
He sees the family home now looming in his headlight The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache
Many miles away there's a shadow on a door Of a cottage by the shore Of a dark Scottish lake
Your Smile Composer(s): Dory Langdon; André Previn Performer(s): Vic Damone
I heard you speak I touched your cheek
and then I saw your smile Much more than grand I held your hand and then I saw your smile A fleeting thing, a rose in Spring it bloomed for just a while On that wondrous place, your wondrous face I was filled with awe when I saw your smile I heard you speak, touched your cheek Much more than grand I held your hand and then I saw your smile A fleeting thing, a rose in Spring it bloomed for just a while On that wondrous face, your wondrous face I was filled with awe when I saw your smile
Symphony Of The Breeze Composer(s): Harry Leon - Leo Towers Performer(s): Jimmy Messene
Just like a song, sweetest of sweet melodies Help me along, symphony of the breeze I cant go on living with just memories Where has she gone, symphony of the breeze While youre softly sighing My poor heart is crying Crying for the one I love who wont come back to me What good am I walking alone through the trees Hear that goodbye, symphony of the breeze
Your Side Of The Bed Composer(s): Mac Davis Performer(s): Mac Davis
Lord, I miss you I just can't get it Through my weary head You're really gone
I just can't believe it But all of a sudden I've got too much pain For one man alone
The nights drag by And it gets harder all the time To go to sleep without Your soft skin touching mine
(Chorus) And I woke up on your side Of the bed again this morning With my old alarm clock Ringing half past eight With that old familiar hunger And my arms wrapped Round your shadow I woke up on your side of the bed
Another funky morning Sunday's dead and Monday's Dripping down my window pane
I wake up shaking Staring at the walls and Listening to the lonesome Sound of falling rain
I just can't make myself Believe that you don't care I keep on dreaming I'll wake up and you'll be there
(Chorus) 2x
Lord, I woke up on your side Of the bed again this morning With my old alarm clock Ringing half past eight.....
Your Saving Grace Composer(s): Tim Davis; Steve Miller; Ben Sidran Performer(s): Steve Miller
Winters people watching As I sail from seasons four To join some crazy ladies In a game upon the shore None of them with broken wings But still refuse to fly So with sweetness on my lips I smile a last goodbye
And now I spend my life On the velvet side of hell Aimlessly here searching For what I cannot tell The quietness is terrible Its more than I can stand But thousands now stand cheering As my blood flows in the sand
Spoken: youre not the child You thought you were You wake up in the night And know youre blind And yet they keep on pushing Trying the insides of your mind Forever, forever arresting to control Until the emptiness of heaven welcomes your weary soul
Rise up with the new dawns early morning Feel the sunshine warm upon your face Tomorrows come a long, long way to help you Yes, its your saving grace
Every day, every way Tomorrow, its your saving grace Well, now got no time to worry Cause Ive got no time to hurry Baby, its your saving grace Now dont you lay those blames on me Dont you play those games on me Cause baby its your saving grace You got to need a little lovin Now baby its your saving grace Hey, I feel alright Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Your saving grace Ah, hey, hey, hey Your saving grace La la la la la la la la.... Oh baby, its your saving grace
