Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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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
Sympati For Djævlen ((Adapted from: Sympathy For The Devil (The Rolling Stones) - 1968)) ((German Version: Der Teufel In Euch (Peter Schleicher) - 1979)) Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards - Lars Lilholt Performer(s): Lars Lilholt Band - 2008
Tillad mig at præsentere mig selv jeg er en rig og stilfuld mand jeg har hængt ud her i årevis at stjæle sjælefred og tro er det jeg kan jeg var her da Jesus fik sin smertefulde tvivl på Golghata jeg ville sikre mig Pilatus beseglede den skæbne Jesus skulle ha
Godt at se dig gætter du mit navn blir du forvirret af mit spil, min leg, mit savn
Jeg hang ud i Sct. Petersborg da tiden den var inde til et skift Dræbte Zaren og ministrene Anastasias skrig gav et pift jeg kørte tank og var general af rang Da blitzkrigen rasede og ligene stank
Godt at se dig
Fornøjet så jeg jeres konger slå ihjel i tusind år for guder de opfandt jeg råbte Hvem dræbte Kennedy det var vel dig og mig ikke sandt tillad mig at præsentere mig selv jeg er en rig og stilfuld mand der lagde fælder ud for musikerne så de junked sig ihjel i ukendt land
Godt at se dig
Som hver en strømer er forbryder og en synder en hellig mand som plat er krone kald mig Lucifer jeg har behov for det som den begrænsning kan hvis du møder mig vis belevenhed vis lidt sympati det er mit bedste bud benyt din tillærte høflighed eller jeg lar din sjæl gå planken ud
Godt at se dig
Sig mig skat hvad er mit navn jeg siger det kun en gang
Your Precious Love Composer(s): Nickolas Ashford; Valerie Simpson Performer(s): Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell; and various other artists
Marvin: Every day there's something new Honey, to keep me lovin' you And with every passin' minute Ah baby, so much joy wrapped up in it
Chorus: Tammi: Heaven must have sent you from above Both: Wo, heaven must have sent your precious love
Tammi: And I, I've got a song to sing Tellin' the world about the joy you bring And you gave me a reason for livin' And ooo, you taught me, you taught me the meaning of givin'
(chorus)
Marvin: To find a love like ours is rare these days 'Cause you've shown me happiness, yes, in so many ways Tammi: I look in the mirror, and I'm glad to see Laughter in the eyes where tears used to be
Marvin: What you've given me I could never return 'Cause there's so much, girl, I have yet to learn Tammi: And I wanna show, I wanna show my appreciation 'Cause when I found you, I found a new inspiration
Sympathy For The Devil Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards First recording/First release by: The Rolling Stones - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1979 - Der Teufel In Euch (Peter Schleicher) 2008 - Sympati For Djævlen (Lars Lilholt Band)
Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste I've been around for a long, long years Stole many a man's soul and faith
And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt and pain Made damn sure that Pilate Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg When I saw it was a time for a change Killed the czar and his ministers Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name, oh yeah Ah, what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah (woo woo, woo woo)
I watched with glee While your kings and queens Fought for ten decades For the gods they made (woo woo, woo woo)
I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" When after all It was you and me (who who, who who)
Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste And I laid traps for troubadours Who get killed before they reached Bombay (woo woo, who who)
Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah (who who) But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby (who who, who who)
Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah But what's confusing you Is just the nature of my game (woo woo, who who)
Just as every cop is a criminal And all the sinners saints As heads is tails Just call me Lucifer 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint (who who, who who)
So if you meet me Have some courtesy Have some sympathy, and some taste (woo woo) Use all your well-learned politesse Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah (woo woo, woo woo)
Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, um yeah (who who) But what's puzzling you Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down (woo woo, woo woo)
Woo, who Oh yeah, get on down Oh yeah Oh yeah! (woo woo)
Tell me baby, what's my name Tell me honey, can ya guess my name Tell me baby, what's my name I tell you one time, you're to blame
Oh, who woo, woo Woo, who Woo, woo Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Oh, yeah
What's my name Tell me, baby, what's my name Tell me, sweetie, what's my name
Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Woo, who, who Oh, yeah Woo woo Woo woo
Your Other Love Composer(s): Doc Pomus; Mort Shuman Performer(s): Dean Martin; The Flamingos
Your other love may be handsome And when he smiles he's got a twinkle in his eye Your other love may be bolder And when he holds you in his arms you wanna die He says he loves you from the very start But your other love, but your other love Is gonna someday break your heart.
Your other love says he needs you Just like a flower needs the burning summer sun Your other love says he wants you Oh, how he swears to you That you're the only one He claims his future just depends on you But your other love, but your other love Is gonna someday prove untrue
He's just tellin' lies Got you hypnotized Soon you'll realize
Your other love is unfaithful When you're not there, another girl is in his arms Your other love is a lover Makin' love to any girl who's in his arms My love is true Not for just a day But your other love But your other love Is gonna someday fly away But your other love But your other love Is gonna someday fly away
Der Teufel In Euch ((Adapted from: Sympathy For The Devil (The Rolling Stones) - 1968)) ((Danish Version: Sympati For Djævlen (Lars Lilholt Band) - 2008)) Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards - Peter Schleicher Performer(s): Peter Schleicher - 1979
Gestatten meine Herrn, dass ich mich deklarier als Mensch von feinster Lebensart I leb mit euch seit tausend Jahr und bring euch Brand und Mord I spiel für euch den schwarzn Mann, i bin an allem schuld Doch wenn's es lang so weitermachts dann reisst ma die Geduld
Habe die Ehre, ihr wisst's doch wer i bin und was euch so nervös macht I steck tiaf in euch drin
Beim Militär da fallts ma gar net schwer weil wir, wir san vom gleichn Holz Es fühlts euch guat mit eurem G'wehr und schiesst's auf wen es wollts Und a jeda wird von euch ums Haxl g'legt die Hauptsach ist, es geht uns selber gut
Habe die Ehre, ....
Gestatten meine Herren, dass ich mich deklarier als Mensch von feinster Lebensart I leb mit euch seit tausend Jahr und bring euch Brand und Mord Es g'neisst's net ob wer euch dirigiert Es glaub's an jedn Schmäh, den man euch erzählt Es hockts nur bled in eure Löcher drin und g'freuts euch, wenns euch selber quälts
Habe die Ehre, ....
In jedem G'schmierten steckt a Strizzi drin In jedem Heiligen die Sünd Mir graust von euch, obwohl i der Teufl bin Gegen euch bin i a braves Kind Drum, wenn's mi trefft's seid's ilab zu mir Seid's freundlich, seid's fidel weil ich und eure Menschlichkeit fahrn miteinander in'd Höll
Your Ole Handy Man Composer(s): Dolly Parton Performer(s): Dolly Parton
I have to mow the lawn And I have to wash the car And I'd just like to know Just who you think you are I'm gettin' tired of wagging That old heavy garbage can Your woman's gettin' tired Of being your ole handy man
I have to run your water And I have to wash your back And I have to scrub the tub After you have had your bath
You're as helpless as a baby But I love you, understand I'm just gettin' tired Of being your ole handy man
Your woman's gettin' tired of being your ole handy man Now I know you've got ten fingers But where's your helpin' hand I've just made a decision I've stood all I'm gonna stand Your woman's gettin' tired of being your ole handy man
I do everything for you You never help yourself An' I think I'd die from shock If you raised a hand to help Well, I'm not gonna keep it up That's what you got planned Your woman's gettin' tired of being your ole handy man
Your woman's gettin' tired of being your ole handy man Now I know you got ten fingers But where's that helpin' hand I've just made a decision I've stood all I'm gonna stand Your woman's gettin' tired of being your ole handy man
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Your woman's gettin' tired of being your ole handy man
