Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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All You Need Is Love ((Italian Version: Cerchi Solo Amore (I Soliti Ignoti) - 1967)) Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney First release by: The Beatles - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love There's nothing you can do that can't be done Nothing you can sing that can't be sung Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game It's easy There's nothing you can make that can't be made No one you can save that can't be saved Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time It's easy All you need is love, all you need is love All you need is love, love, love is all you need Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love All you need is love, all you need is love All you need is love, love, love is all you need There's nothing you can know that isn't known Nothing you can see that isn't shown Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be It's easy All you need is love, all you need is love All you need is love, love, love is all you need All you need is love (all together now) All you need is love (everybody) All you need is love, love, love is all you need
Willpower Composer(s): Pete Brown; Jack Bruce Performer(s): Jack Bruce
What a lot of talk about it Ooh such a lotta talk about willpower Ooh talkin' talkin' talkin' willpower Desire Talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' about willpower Tell the world how well it's workin' Never say how much it's hurtin' Easy sayin' what to do Easy if it isn't you
Willpower What a lot of talk about it Running head first down that slide Burnin' up so bad inside So much bullshit on the front Give'm more of what they want
Cerchi Solo Amore ((Adapted from: All You Need Is Love (The Beatles) - 1967)) Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney - Mogol Performer(s): I Soliti Ignoti - 1967
Willow Weep For Me
Composer(s): Ann Ronell
First release by: Ted Fio Rito & His Orch. - 1932
Covered by multiple other artists
Willow weep for me
Willow weep for me
Bend your branches green along the stream that runs to sea
Listen to my plea
Hear me willow and weep for me
Gone my lovers dream
Lovely summer dream
Gone and left me here to weep my tears into the stream
Sad as I can be
Hear me willow and weep for me
Whisper to the wind and say that love has sinned
Left my heart a-breaking, and making a moan
Murmur to the night to hide its starry light
So none will see me sighing and crying all alone
Weeping willow tree
Weep in sympathy
Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me
When the shadows fall, hear me willow and weep for me
Oh, Weeping willow tree
Weep in sympathy
Bend your branches down along the ground and cover me
When the shadows fall, hear me willow and weep for me
All You Got Composer(s): Ziggy Marley - Stephen Marley Performer(s): Ziggy Marley & The Melody Makers
Uh, yeah
We love reggae music (We love reggae music) All you got We love happiness (We love happiness) All you got
Peace not war (No war) All you got (No war) Lets make some joy Right now
Well easy, well hard Cant sit and reason with hypocrites Just teasing, thats all Cant sit and eat with hypocrites
We love reggae music (We love reggae music) All you got (Music) We love happiness (We love happiness) All you got (Treat me with all youve got now)
Peace not war (No war) No war (No war) Lets make I wanna make some joy, un
What burden, what tasks Cant be dealt with diplomats Which pardon should we ask Cant be given by aristocrats
We love reggae music (We love reggae music) All you got (Music) We love happiness (We love happiness) All you got (Treat me with all youve got now)
Peace not war (No war) Whoa (No war) Lets make some joy In a dub wise
Dem dub wise, dem dub dance Cant be done by stiff necks Now lets dance and you take a chance But you cant complete with roots man
We love reggae music (We love reggae) All you got (Music), all you got Happiness (We love happiness) So treat me (Treat me with all youve got now)
Peace not war (No war) No war (No war) Lets make, we wanna make some joy Lets do it
Well, well, well, well, well Well easy, well hard Cant sit and reason with hypocrites Theyre just teasing brother thats all Cant sit and eat with hypocrites
We love reggae music (We love reggae music) All you got (Music) We love happiness (We love happiness) Yes, Ill do my best (Treat me with all youve got now)
Peace not war (No war) No war, no war (No war) Lets just make some joy Choose it
Yeah Heavy music, heavy music, heavy music Music of the bird, music of the sea The music which is to be reggae music R&B, a little soul, rock and roll This a music, a reggae music, a reggae music All music, universal language, its the music Music, music, music, music, music Music, reggae music
Willingly
((French, German, & Italian Versions: Mélodie Perdue (Dalida); Melodie Aus Alter Zeit (Dalida); Dolce Musica (Dalida))
Composer(s): Hubert Giraud - Jean Broussole - Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Dalida
Willingly Im offering my heart and soul to you Willingly Ill go through fire if you should ask me to Hopefully I hope to be the one your heart adores Thrillingly Give your lips to me and Ill willingly be yours
Willingly Im offering my heart and soul to you Willingly Ill go through fire if you should ask me to Hopefully I hope to be the one your heart adores Thrillingly Give your lips to me and Ill willingly Till eternity Yes Ill willingly be yours
All You Get From Love Is A Love Song Composer(s): Steve Eaton Performer(s): The Carpenters
Like sailin' on a sailin' ship to nowhere Love took over my heart like an ocean breeze As season fly I knew that I was losing Love was washed away with the driftin' tide
Oh it's a dirty old shame that all you get from love is a love song It's gotcha layin' up nights waiting for the music to start It's such a dirty old shame when you got to take the blame for a love song Because the best love song is writing with a broken heart
Now the tears in my eyes are ever blindin' The future that lies before me I cannot see Although tomorrow I know the sun is rising Lightin' up the world for everyone, but not for me
Willing To Forgive Composer(s): Babyface; Daryl Simmons Performer(s): Aretha Franklin; Pam Hall
I read her letters And I saw her picture And I smelled her cheap perfume, hmm It must have come from you
How could you touch her Lay down beside her Well, there just ain't no excuse You shouldn't have been so loose
I saw the telephone bill You must be out of your mind If you think you can smooth it over Then you're wasting your time
Well, I'm willing to forgive you but I can't forget 'Cause you really, really, really, really hurt me this time And I guess I can go on although I must admit I've been busy, busy, busy, busy thinkin' that I'm gonna mess around some time
You're such a liar You took her and her children Out for the afternoon While I was sittin' waitin' on you
How could you do it You should've been here with me You just couldn't do it You had to be in the streets, uh
Well, I heard through the grapevine You've been messin' around When you thought you were gettin' over That's when my baby I found, oh... Well, I'm willing to forgive you but I can't forget 'Cause you really, really, really, really hurt me this time (You really hurt me) And I guess I can go on although I must admit I've been busy, busy, busy, busy thinkin' that I'm gonna mess around some time
I gave my heart, gave my time Gave my soul 'cause love was blind I can't explain this poor excuse Of a man of a boy who was born to lose
I paid the rent, washed your clothes Cooked your food and I only God knows Only God knows why I stay with you I guess (Guess I) I'm in love
Well, I'm willing to forgive you but I can't forget (Oh, baby, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love) 'Cause you really, really, really, really hurt me this time (Ooh, you really hurt me this time, baby) And I guess I can go on although I must admit (Although I must admit) I've been busy, busy, busy, busy thinkin' that I'm gonna mess around some time (I'm gonna mess around some time)
I gave my heart, gave my time Gave my soul 'cause love was blind I can't explain this poor excuse Of a man of a boy who was born to lose
I paid the rent, I washed your clothes Cooked your food and I only God knows Only God knows why I stay with you I guess (Guess I) I'm in love
Well, I'm willing to forgive you but I can't forget 'Cause you really, really, really, really hurt me this time (Ooh, oh, baby, you hurt me, you hurt me) And I guess I can go on although I must admit I've been busy, busy, busy, busy thinkin' that I'm gonna mess around some time
I'm willing to forgive you but I can't forget (I'm willin', I'm willin' and able) 'Cause you really, really, really, really hurt me this time
All We Need Is A Dream Composer(s): Gregg Giuffria - George Giuffria - Rick Nielsen - Robin Zander Performer(s): Cheap Trick
Hello, hello Is there anyone? You don't know How I've searched, searched the world for you Hello, hello Is there any place A thousand hearts, a million miles of dreams and thoughts of you All right It's been a long time [comin'/gettin'] to you All right I'm a-comin' for you, well All we need, we need is a dream All we neeed is a night All we need is a night to call our own All we need, we need is a dream All we need is one night All we need is a dream to call our own All we need... Hello, hello It's for everyone That you know who needs someone To help you make it through
Willing And Ready Composer(s): Ray Smith Performer(s): Ray Smith
I can't eat in the morning I can't sleep through the night I walk the floor and beg for more Gimme 'n itty bitty, I'm a-willing and a-ready Can't walk in the moonlight I can't talk when your near I'm so upset, I'm in a sweat Gimme 'n itty bitty, I'm a-willing and a-ready I'm a cool candidate For matrimony baby But I just can't afford a ring I'm gonna save all my loot My lovin' to boot I'll make the wedding bells go ding-a-ling-a-ling Well, I want your lovin' for breakfast A great big hug for lunch I walk the line, just say you're mine Gimme 'n itty bitty, I'm a-willing and a-ready
All We Ever Wanted Was Everything Composer(s): Daniel Ash - Kevin Haskins - David J - Peter Murphy First release by: Bauhaus - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
All we ever wanted was everything All we ever got was cold Get up, eat jelly Sandwich bars, and barbed wire Squash every week into a day
The sound of drums is calling The sound of the drum has called Flash of youth shoot out of darkness Factorytown
Willin' Composer(s): Lowell George Performer(s): Little Feat
I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow I'm drunk and dirty, don't ya know And I'm still, oh I'm still
Out on the road late at night I seen my pretty Alice in every head light Alice, Dallas Alice
And I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me weed, whites, and wine And you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin'
I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet Had my head stoved in but I'm still on my feet And I'm still
Smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico Baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico And I'm still
I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine and you show me a sign I'll be willin', to be movin'
All Touch Composer(s): Carole Pope - Kevan Staples Performer(s): Rough Trade
I pushed her tense face away from me I pushed her tense face away from me The hard smile the voice going on like a razor blade on glass All touch but no contact It hit me like it hit me like It hit me like a slap All touch and no contact
I pushed his hand away from me I pushed his hand away from me Splintering fragments of conversation Never got down to cold hard facts All touch but no contact It stabbed me like it stabbed me like It stabbed me like A knife in the back All touch and no contact
Tense my body for the final attack All touch and no contact
I pushed her tense face away from me I pushed her tense face away from me The hard smile the voice going on like a razor blade on glass All touch but no contact It hit me like it hit me like It hit me like a slap All touch and no contact
Challenging eyes over the rim of a cocktail glass Hoping I'd react All touch but no contact
Willie, Waylon And Me Composer(s): David Allan Coe Performer(s): David Allan Coe
I'd heard The Burritos out in California could fly higher than The Byrds Roger McGuinn had a 12 string guitar It was like nothing I'd ever heard And The Eagles flew in from the west coast Like The Byrds they were trying to be free While in Texas the talk turned to Outlaws Like Willie and Waylon and me.
Hey! Well they say Texas music is in the make And we've been making music that is free Doing one night stands and playing with our bands Willie, Waylon and me
Oh Mad Dog!
They say The Beatles were just the beginning of everything music could be Just like The Stones I was rolling along Like a ship lost out on the sea And Joplin would die for the future And Dylan would write poetry And in Texas the talk turned to Outlaws Like Willie and Waylon and me
Hey! My name is David Allen Coe and I'm from Dallas Texas They say Texas music is in the make And we've been making music that is free Doing one night stands and playing with our bands Willie, Waylon and me
Big Jim!
I'd heard The Burritos out in California could fly higher than The Byrds Roger McGuinn had a 12 string guitar It was like nothing I'd ever heard And The Eagles flew in from the west coast Like The Byrds they were trying to be free While in Texas the talk turned to Outlaws Like Willie and Waylon and me
Willie Can Composer(s): Felice Bryant; Boudleaux Bryant Performer(s): Sue Thompson; Alma Cogan; The Beverley Sisters
Hey Willie
Willie can you cook? Can you cook? Hey Willie Willie can you save a dollar bill? Willie can you sew? Can you sew? Hey Willie Willie can you give a girl a thrill?
Willie can you ride a black-eyed stallion? Willie can you fight a bear? Willie can you love? Can you love? Oh Willie Willie will you braid my hair?
Willie can you do the things I ask you? Willie can you do them true? Willie can, Willie can, Willie can, fair lady If Willie takes a shine to you
Oh, Willie can you dance? Can you prance? Hey Willie Willie can you take me to the fair? Willie there's a moon, there's a moon, oh Willie Willie will you say you care?
Willie can you dig a hole to China? Willie can you climb a tree? Willie can you kiss? Can you kiss? Oh Willie Willie will you please kiss me?
Willie can you do the things I ask you? Willie can you do them true? Willie can, Willie can, Willie can, fair lady If Willie takes a shine to you
Oh, Willie can you run? Can you run? Oh Willie Willie can you catch a honey bee? Willie can you sing? Can you sing? Oh Willie Willie will you sing to me?
Willie can you try to swim the Channel? Willie can you fly a kite? Willie are you bold? Can you hold me Willie? Willie will you squeeze me tight?
Willie can you do the things I ask you? Willie can you do them true? Willie can, Willie can, Willie can, fair lady If Willie takes a shine to you
Willie can you do the things I ask you? Willie can you do them true? Willie can, Willie can, Willie can, fair lady If Willie takes a shine to you
All Tomorrow's Parties ((German Version: Alle Morgens Parties (by Kendra Smith) - 1987)) Composer(s): Lou Reed First release by: The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties
And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown And cry behind the door
And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties
Willie And The Hand Jive Composer(s): Johnny Otis Performer(s): Johnny Otis
I know a cat named way out Willie He got a cool little chick named rockin' Millie He can dance and stroll and Susie-Q Do that crazy hand jive too
Papa told Willie you'll ruin my home Say you and that hand jive just got to go Willie told Papa don't put me down Doing that hand jive all over town
Chorus Hand jive Hand jive Doing that crazy hand jive
Mama, mama look at Uncle Joe He's doing that hand jive with sister Flo And grandma gave baby sister a dime Do that hand jive just one more time
Doctor and a lawyer and an Indian chief Lord, they all digging that crazy beat Way out Willie gives them all a treat Lord he's doing that hand jive with his feet
Willie and Lily got married last fall They had a little Willie Junior, and that ain't all The kid got famous in his crib, you see Lord he's doing that hand jive on TV
All Together Composer(s): Miles Rudge - Ted Dick Performer(s): Anthony Newley
It goes all together, with a pum tiddle liddle Can't think whether there's a pum in the middle Once you've heard it you'll sing it all day long What a lovely song! Hang on a mo--
It goes all together, and it -- no, wait a minute Can't think whether there's a pum tiddle in it What a pity, I've forgotten it because You'd love it, I know, if I knew what it was
The bit in the middle is kind of sort of More like a waltz gone wrong. A singable song of the sort that we're short of As soon as I begin You'll want to join in
It goes all together, but there's no use in going Hell for leather, when there's no way of knowing Even whether I'm singing it all wrong So hang on a mo-- While I have a go At sorting out this simple yet very unforgettable song.
The fella what sung it was kind of, sort of More or less drunk with song Long in the hair, it was breath he was short of As soon as I heard it I knew every word Of this song that I heard
It goes all together with a pum tiddle liddle Can't think whether there's a pum in the middle Words were clever, what a lovely song No, hang on a mo-- I remember every part of it Oh, let yourself go And we'll do it from the start of it Now, all together, we're getting in the mood No, hang on a mo-- It's rude!
William Tell Composer(s): Gioacchino Rossini; Harold Purcell Performer(s): David Whitfield
Come away, come away with William Tell Come away to the land he loved so well What a day, what a day when the apple fell For Tell and Switzerland
Come away with Tell to the mountainside Looking down to the pass where the tyrants ride Set a bolt to your bow and down they go For Tell and Switzerland
We are simple peasant folk We will not fell a foreign yoke Our freedom song will echo on Well fight for what is right
Hurry on, hurry on theres a pungent cell Hurry on, hurry on theres a noose as well What we must face from the jaws of hell For Tell and Switzerland
We lived our lives, we loved our friends We never wanted more We had the skill to plough and till But not the art of war But now the tyrant from the plains Steals up to take our lands Instead of spade we wield the blade Our life is in our hands
Follow on, follow on with the leaders feel With a thrust of a pike and a clash of steel Follow on with the fight till the tyrants reel For Tell and Switzerland
Give em one for the day they bared the grain Give em two for the night that Fritz was slain Give em three, give em four and hooray for more For Tell and Switzerland
The shepherds crook, the reaping hook Has taken on a warlike look With blades weve beaten from the plough We reap a harvest now.
Come away, come away with William Tell Come away to the land he loved so well Fit a bolt to your bow, and away we go For Te-e-e-ell, and Switzerland
