Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Americana Composer(s): Kathy Wakefield Performer(s): Dalida
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
L'avion se pose en silence Comme un goéland qui vient de France Sur la ville qui sommeille, l'ombre d'une statue ce réveille Du ciel gris de l'Atlantique, au soleil brûlant du Pacifique C'est une île qui vagabonde une lie jusqu'au beau milieu du monde
Americana, Americana C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver Americana, Americana, Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Manhattan, centième étage Accroché son cur dans les nuages Quand San-Francisco s'affolent Au rythmes des amours qui s'envolent On se saoule de musique Sur des mots souvent mélancolique Las-Vegas et ses machines Et ses filles sorties des magazines
Americana, Americana C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver Americana, Americana, Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
Et moi qui suis d'ici d'ailleurs de nul part Je refais souvent le voyage, ce voyage Depuis que j'ai vu l'Amérique Ces plages au parfums d'Acapulco Plongés d'avenues au numéros Et ses boulevards plus long que des villes Ces quartiers qui parle en Italien Restaurants Chinois ou Parisien Ou chacun retrouve un peu de son pays
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
Americana, Americana C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver Americana, Americana Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie Americana c'est un mot qui claque dans la nuit
Write Me A Letter Composer(s): Steven Tyler Performer(s): Aerosmith
Write Me A Letter Write Me A Letter Write it today I'm goin' away
Write Me A Letter Write Me A Letter Write it today I'm goin' away (yes it is)
Well I've been away forever Suicide's crossin' my mind Well I'll never, never, never, never, never Get so far behind I said, the ways of the night are evil Without that Lord of Day But I'll never, never, never, never, never get so far away
I said write me Write me Write me I said write me Write me Write me
Well there's nothin' I can see That'd ever make me Want to be without her She's good, she good to me Said there's no way to explain The kind of feelin' that you get out in the way She good, she good to me She good, she good to me See this emptyness inside will make me scream Make gonna know how She good, she good to me
I love her
Write Me A Letter Write Me A Letter Write it today I'm goin' away
Well I've been away forever Suicide's crossin' my mind Well I'll never, never, never, never, never get so far behind
Well I've been so many places Hidin' from the wind and the rain But you could write me a letter For to save me from goin' insane
I said write me Write me Write me A letter (what's inside?) Write me Write me Write me baby!!
American Woman Composer(s): Randy Bachman - Burton Cummings - Jim Kale - Garry Peterson First release by: The Guess Who - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
American Woman, stay away from me American Woman, mama let me be Don't come a hangin' around my door I don't wanna see your face no more I got more important things to do Than spend my time growin' old with you Now Woman, I said stay away American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
American Woman, get away from me American Woman, mama let me be Don't come a knockin' around my door Don't wanna see your shadow no more Coloured lights can hypnotize Sparkle someone else's eyes Now Woman, I said get away American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay
American Woman, said get away American Woman, listen what I say Don't come a hangin' around my door Don't wanna see your face no more I don't need your war machines I don't need your ghetto scenes Coloured lights can hypnotize Sparkle someone else's eyes Now Woman, get away from me American Woman, mama let me be
Go, gotta get away, gotta get away now go, go, go I'm gonna leave you woman Gonna leave you woman Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye You're no good for me I'm no good for you Gonna look you right in the eye Tell you what I'm gonna do You know I'm gonna leave You know I'm gonna go You know I'm gonna leave You know I'm gonna go-o, woman I'm gonna leave you woman Goodbye American Woman Goodbye American chick
American Tune ((Italian Version: Canzone Italiana (by Bruno Lauzi) - 1973)) Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Paul Simon - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and often felt forsaken And certainly misused
Ah, but I'm all right, I'm all right I'm just weary to my bones Still you don't expect to be Bright and bon vivant So far away from home So far away from home
And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right For we lived so well so long Still when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying High up above my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty Sailing away to sea And I dreamed I was flying
For we come on the ship they call the Mayflower Come on the ship that sailed the moon We come in the age's most uncertain hours and sing an American tune
Ah and it's all right it's all right, it's all right You can't be forever blessed Still tomorrow's going to be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest That's all, I'm trying to get some rest
American Pie ((aka The Saga Begins (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1999)) Composer(s): Don McLean First release by: Don McLean - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the Book of Love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so Do you believe in rock 'n roll Can music save your mortal soul And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncing buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the King and Queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennon read a book of Marx The quartet practised in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul out on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While the Sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died We started singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation Lost in Space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die
Wrecking Ball Composer(s): Neil Young Originally performed by: Neil Young Covered by: Emmylou Harris
My life's an open book, you read it on the radio We've got no where to hide, we got no where to go But' if you still decide you want to take a ride
Meet me at the Wrecking ball Wrecking Ball, I'll wear something pretty and white And we'll go dancing tonight Meet me at the Wrecking Ball Wrecking Ball, I'll wear something pretty and white And we'll go dacing tonight
I see smokey eyes right across the bar I've seen that look before shining from star to star Though I can't take that chance If you've got time for one dance
The restless line of cars goes stretching down the road But I won't telephone çause you might say hello What is it makes me feel this way What is it makes me want to say
The Saga Begins ((Adapted from: American Pie (by Don McLean) - 1971)) Composer(s): Don McLean - "Weird Al" Yankovic Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic - 1999
A long long time ago in a galaxy far away Naboo was under an attack And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn Could talk the Federation into Maybe cutting them a little slack But their response, it didn't thrill us They locked the doors and tried to kill us We escaped from that gas Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass We took a bongo from the scene And we went to Theed to see the queen We all wound up on Tatooine That's where we found this boy...
Oh my my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Did you know this junkyard slave Isn't even old enough to shave But he can use the Force they say Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen Though he's just nine and she's fourteen Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday Well, I know he built C-3PO And I've heard how fast his pod can go And we were broke, it's true So we made a wager or two He was a prepubescent flyin' ace And the minute Jabba started off that race Well, I know who would win first place Oh yes, it was our boy
We started singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Now we finally got to Coruscant The Jedi Council we knew would want To see how good the boy could be So we took him there and we told the tale How his midi-chlorians were off the scale And he might fulfill that prophecy Oh, the Council was impressed, of course Could he bring balance to the Force? They interviewed the kid Oh, training they forbid Because Yoda sensed in him much fear And Qui-Gon said, "Now listen here Just stick it in your pointy ear I still will teach this boy"
He was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We caught a ride back to Naboo 'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to I frankly would've liked to stay We all fought in that epic war And it wasn't long at all before Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day And in the end some Gungans died Some ships blew up and some pilots fried A lot of folks were croakin' The battle droids were broken And the Jedi I admire most Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost I guess I'll train this boy
And I was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" We were singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Wreck Of The Hesperus Composer(s): Matthew Fisher; Keith Reid Performer(s): Procol Harum; John Tabacco
We'll hoist a hand becalmed upon a troubled sea 'Make haste to your funeral ' cries the Valkyrie We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea 'Here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery it calls to me And all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed No thoughts explained, no moments gained all hope forever lost One moment's space one moment's final fall from grace Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire
We'll hoist a hand becalmed upon a troubled sea I fear a mighty wave is threatening me We'll hoist a hand, or drown amidst this stormy sea 'Come follow after,' cry the humble 'You will surely see ...' But still for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed No moments gained, no thoughts explained all hope forever lost One moment's space one moment's final fall from grace Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire
American Music Composer(s): Dave Alvin - Parker McGee Performer(s): The Pointer Sisters and multiple other artists
Well the rock still rolls The beat goes on After all of this time The faces change but the song's the same So roll over Mister Dylan for the next in line
They want American music For drivin' with the radio She said I know that I would be alright If I could just make somebody my baby tonight American music For dancin' with the stereo Oh do what you like Feel what you feel The music is right Well it almost feels real American From the purple peaks to the city streets People searching for the rock and roll scene The power of the pounding beat The magic in the dream
They want American music For trav'lin' with the radio She said I know that I would be alright If I could just make somebody my baby tonight American music For dancin' with the stereo Oh do what you like Feel what you feel The music is right Well it almost feels real American
Just when you think that you've heard enough Well somebody say turn it up Turn it up, turn it up
Wreck Of The Hesperus Composer(s): George Harrison Performer(s): George Harrison
I'm not the wreck of the Hesperus feel more like the Wall of China getting old as Methuselah, feel tall as the Eiffel Tower I'm not a power or attorney but I can rock as good as Gibraltar Ain't no more no spring chicken, been plucked but I'm still kicking But it's alright, it's alright
Poison penmen sneak, have no nerve to speak, make up lies then they leak em out Behind a pseudonym, the rottenness in them, reaching out trying to touch me
Met some Oscars and Tonys, I slipped on a pavement oyster met a snake climbing ladders, got out of the line of fire But it's alright, it's alright
Brainless writers gossip nonsenses to others heads dense as they is It's the same old malady, what they see is faulty
I'm not the wreck of the Hesperus, feel more like Big Bill Broonzy Getting old as my mother, but I tell you I got some company But it's alright, it's alright But it's alright, it's alright
American Hearts Composer(s): Dominic Bugatti - Frank Musker Performer(s): Air Supply; Billy Ocean
They were married in September back in 1969 They travelled, these two Indians To find some peace of mind They stood for love and freedom They were children of their time oh oh
They lived in a world that was cold and uncaring They swore they would change it with loving and shareing They'll never live like their parents have done Their innocence shone like the sun
American hearts, so filled with emotion American hearts, so easily broken
Now they've got a family and a cottage in the hills He's always working late to pay the mortgage and the bills And she has trouble sleeping So the doctor gives her pills oh oh
Who are these strangers who used to be lovers Now they've got nothing to say to each other Too far apart to discuss their mistakes They filed for divorce and it breaks their
American hearts, so fiIled with emotion American hearts, so easily broken
Ah - American hearts Ah - American hearts, American hearts
Now that it's over they'll each go on living Never forgetting but somehow forgiving They'll care for their children protect them with pride And that's how their dream will survive in
American hearts, so filled with emotion American hearts, so easily broken
American hearts, so filled with emotion American hearts, so easily broken
Wreck Of The Carlos Rey Composer(s): D. Hidalgo; L. Pérez Performer(s): Los Lobos; The Sidekicks
Fifteen travelin' to work the fields Toil in factories and sweat those deals Set out to sail from Santa Rosalie I left you a note tacked to a tree
I'm yours carino I'll return one day Now I'm leavin' on the Carlos Rey
Four cruel days under stormy skies Not much bread to keep us alive The wind kicked up and the rain come down And then we all heard a terrible sound
I'm yours carino Nothin' more to say I'm lost in the wreck of the Carlos Rey
Struggled against the poor weather tie Fetched my bag with your picture inside But my heart did break as it slipped away Disappearin' into the gray
I'm yours carino I'm gone to stay Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey
In the dark and cold I let you go With the hard cold work that I took on I sleep in a bed of salt and sand And I dream sweet dreams of takin' your hand
I'm yours carino I'm gone away Down in the wreck of the Carlos Rey
American Girl Composer(s): Tom Petty First release by: Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers - 1976 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, she was an American girl Raised on promises She couldn't help thinking that there was a little more to life Somewhere else After all it was a great big world With lots of places to run to And if she had to die Tryin', she Had one little promise she was gonna keep
Oh yeah, alright Take it easy, baby Make it last all night She was an American girl
Well, it was kind of cold that night She stood alone on the balcony Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by Out on four forty one like Waves crashing on the beach And for one des'rate moment there He crept back in her memory God, it's so painful when something that's so close Is still so far out of reach
Oh yeah, alright Take it easy, baby Make it last all night She was an American girl
Wrapping Paper Composer(s): Pete Brown; Jack Bruce Performer(s): Cream
Wrapping paper in the gutter Moving slowly as the wind on the sea (Faces calling, waves moving) In your picture on a wall of a house of old times (Can you hear me) Can you hear me (Can you hear me) Wandering sadly? In the city, feeling pretty Down and out and making love to you On the shore, (ruined buildings, faces empty) In the picture as I gaze ahead and don't see (That they're calling) That they're calling (That they're calling) Wandering sadly Shattered windows, stairs to nowhere (Hear you calling) Hear you calling, (Hear you calling) As I wander so sadly Wish I knew what you'd done to me Turned me on to things I never knew It's all broken, weeds are growing Wish I was going home to the house by the shore (Where you loved me) Where you loved me (Where you loved me) Loved me so sadly Someday I'll get back, somehow I'll do it I'll arrive there and you'll be there to meet me (Walk together, tread the weeds down) Kiss again in the picture on the wall (Where I loved you) In the old house (Where I loved you) Loved you so well
Wrapped Around Your Finger Spanish Title: Estaré Prendido En Tus Dedos Composer(s): Sting Originally performed by: The Police Covered by various other artists
You consider me the young apprentice Caught between the scylla and charibdes Hypnotized by you if I should linger Staring at the ring around your finger
I have only come here seeking knowledge Things they wouldn't teach me of in college I can see the destiny you sold Turned into a shining band of gold
I'll be wrapped around your finger I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name But I know what you're up to just the same I will listen hard to your tuition And you will see it come to its fruition
I'll be wrapped around your finger I'll be wrapped around your finger
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me Vanish in the air you'll never find me I will turn your face to alabaster Then you will find your servant is your master
And you'll be wrapped around my finger You'll be wrapped around your finger You'll be wrapped around your finger
American Dream Composer(s): Neil Young Performer(s): Crosby, Stills & Nash
I used to see you on every T.V. Your smiling face looked back at me I used to see you on every T.V. Your smiling face looked back at me Then they caught you with the girl next door People's money piled on the floor Accusations that you try to deny Revelations and rumors begin to fly
Now you think about reaching out Maybe get some help from above Now you think about reaching out Maybe get some help from above Reporters crowd around your house Going through your garbage like a pack of hounds Speculating what they may find out It don't matter now, you're all washed up
You wake up in the middle of the night Your sheets are wet and your face is white You tried to make a good thing last How could something so good, go bad, so fast?
American dream, American dream American dream, American dream
Don't know when things went wrong Might have been when you were young and strong Don't know when things went wrong Might have been when you were young and strong Reporters crowd around your house Going through your garbage like a pack of hounds Speculating what they may find out It don't matter now, you're all washed up
Don't know when things went wrong Might have been when you were young and strong American dream, American dream Don't know when things went wrong Might have been when you were young and strong American dream, American dream
Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams (And Dream Your Troubles Away)
Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams (And Dream Your Troubles Away) Composer(s): Harry Barris; Ted Koehler; Billy Moll Performer(s): Bing Crosby; and various other artists
When skies are cloudy and grey They're only grey for a day So wrap your troubles in dreams And dream your troubles away Until that sunshine peeps through There's only one thing to do Just wrap your troubles in dreams And dream your troubles away Your castles may tumble That's Fate after all Life's really funny that way No use to grumble Just smile as they fall Weren't you King for a day? Say! Just remember that sunshine Always follows the rain So wrap your troubles in dreams And dream your troubles away
