Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Arms Of The Enemy Composer(s): Gary Cambra - Fee Waybill Performer(s): The Tubes
Take a look in the mirror what do you see staring back at the lines of life so wishfully Could it be any clearer who earned the pain Everytime that you ask the price you'll have to pay
How many lies do I tell myself so I won't go back
Back to the arms of the enemy Back to be held by the demons of my soul Back to the arms of the -- arms of the enemy
Could be cursed to repeat the same mistake Wandering through a blinding fog that never fades
Knew it wouldn't be easy to bend the bars Better off than a homeless dog but not by far
How many lies do I tell myself so I won't go back
Back to the arms of the enemy Back to be held by the demons of my soul Back to the arms of the enemy Back to the bosom of my baby and someone to hold
I'm the last one to yell, "Go to hell" preaching doom and gloom And I'm not just a hack with a gun in your back too soon
Rozen Die Bloeien Composer(s): Bob Miller; S. Daudy; Pierre Kartner Performer(s): Corry Konings
Rozen die bloeien voor jou en voor mij Rozen die bloeien dat gaat nooit voorbij Zo is 't leven, we zijn toch gelijk Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk
Woon je in een mooie villa Of in een doodgewone straat Die zon die zal ook voor jou schijnen Totdat ze 's avonds ondergaat Geluk is toch voor alle mensen Waar je woont of wie je bent Iedereen heeft in z'n leven Eens vreugde gekend
Rozen die bloeien voor jou en voor mij Rozen die bloeien dat gaat nooit voorbij Zo is 't leven, we zijn toch gelijk Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk
Ben je eenzaam en verlaten Zit je thuis altijd alleen Heb je niemand om mee te praten Kun je nergens anders heen Zeg dan toch ook in m'n leven Was minstens 1 herinnering Zo mooi om nooit meer te vergeten Het leven krijgt dan weer zin
Zo is 't leven, we zijn toch gelijk Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk
Rozen die bloeien voor jou en voor mij Rozen die bloeien dat gaat nooit voorbij Zo is 't leven, we zijn toch gelijk Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk
Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk Rozen die bloeien of je arm bent of rijk...
Arms For The Love Of America Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Big Band Patrol
On land and on the sea and in the air We've gotta be there, we've gotta be there America is sounding her alarm We've gotta have arms, we've gotta have arms
Arms for the love of America! They speak in a foreign land, with weapons in every hand Whatever they try, we've gotta reply In language that they understand
Arms for the love of America! And for the love of every mother's son Who's depending on the work that must be done By the man behind the man behind the gun
They're in the camps and in the training schools Now give 'em the tools, they've gotta have tools We called them from the factories and the farms Now give 'em the arms, they've gotta have arms
We've gotta get in the race and work at a lively pace They say over here, we've nothing to fear But let's get ready just in case Arms for the love of America!
Oh the fight for freedom can be lost or won By the man behind the man behind the gun
Arms for the love of America! For the love of America Arms!
Nur Noch Einmal Nach Haus Performer(s): Jonny Hill
Die Nächte in der Stadt sind ohne Sterne Weil es dort nur helle Straßenlichter gibt Immer denk' ich an die Felder An die dunkelgrünen Wälder Und ich denke an die eine, die ich einst geliebt
Ich möchte nach Haus Noch einmal nach Haus Oh, nur noch einmal nach Haus
Dem grauen Einerlei wollt' ich entfliehen Denn es lockte mich die Großstadt-Melodie Doch ich hab' kein Glück gefunden Sucht' ich auch viele Stunden Das Einerlei des Daseins erfüllt mein Leben nie
Zuhause glauben sie, ich bin der Größte Denn ich schreibe es in jedem Brief an sie Doch wenn sie mich so sehen könnten Ein Großstadt-Vagabund Mit zerrissenen Schuhen und alten Kleidern ich glaube, das - nein - das begreifen sie nie
Ich möchte nach Haus Noch einmal nach Haus Oh, nur noch einmal nach Haus
Ich möchte nach Haus Noch einmal nach Haus Oh, nur noch einmal nach Haus
Armistice Day Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Paul Simon
On armistice day The philharmonic will play But the songs that we sing Will be sad Shufflin brown tunes Hanging around, ahoo M-m-m-m-m-m-m No long drawn blown out excuses Were made When I needed a friend she was there Just like an easy chair
Oo, oo-o M-m-m-m-m-m-m
Armistice day Armistice day That's all I really wanted to say
Oh I'm weary from waiting In washington d.c. I'm coming to see my congressman But he's avoiding me Weary from waiting down in washington d.c.
Oh congresswoman Won't you tell that congressman I've waited such a long time I've about waited all I can Oh congresswoman, won't you tell that congressman
Dirty, Dirty Feeling
((French Version: Si Seulement (Les Chaussettes Noires) - 1961))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
I've got a dirty, dirty feelin' Dirty feelin's goin' on You know I almost hit the ceilin' When I woke up and you were gone
I took you in when you were hungry And now your cuttin' out on me I'm gonna help you little darlin' That ain't the way it's gonna be
I hear you're pretty good at runnin' But pretty soon you'll slip and fall That's when Ill drag you home with me girl I'm gonna chain you to the wall
You know Im lookin' for you baby I ain't gonna take it layin' down I heard that you were cookin' baby Way on the other side of town
I've got a dirty, dirty feelin' Dirty feelin's goin' on You know I almost hit the ceilin' When I woke up and you were gone
Armenia, City in the Sky Composer(s): John "Speedy" Keen First release by: The Who - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
If you're troubled and you can't relax Close your eyes Think on this If the rumors floating in your head are turned to facts Close your eyes And think on this
Armenia, city in the sky Armenia, city in the sky
If you ever want to lose some time Just take off There's no risk If you ever want to disappear Just take off And think of this
Armenia, city in the sky Armenia, city in the sky
The sky is glass The sea is brown And everyone Is upside-down
Dirty Work
Composer(s): Walter Becker - Donald Fagen
First release by: Steely Dan - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
Times are hard
You're afraid to pay the fee
So you find yourself somebody
Who can do the job for free
When you need a bit of lovin'
Cause your man is out of town
That's the time you get me runnin'
And you know I'll be around
I'm a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
I don't wanna do your dirty work
No more
I'm a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
Light the candle
Put the lock upon the door
You have sent the maid home early
Like a thousand times before
Like the castle in its corner
In a medieval game
I foresee terrible trouble
And I stay here just the same
I'm a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
I don't wanna do your dirty work
No more
I'm a fool to do your dirty work
Oh yeah
Armed & Extremely Dangerous Composer(s): Allan Felder - Norman Harris Performer(s): First Choice
Calling all cars... calling all cars Be on the lookout for Dangerous Dan... This man is wanted by the F.B.I. - 10-4
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
The day he walked into my life he caught me with my guard down Don't let him talk his sweet talk on ya 'Cause I've hit on the bait that he threw and I got hooked Don't let it happen to you
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
The day I came into his charms who would think that he would succeed
Then go on his way leaving me here with another mouth to feed So girls if you see him, you might think that you need him He might look like the average guy, but he's wanted by the F.B.I.
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
Said he's dangerous Oh, hell do it - bleed the life from me Said he's dangerous He don't care for nobody but his self
Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous Said he's dangerous, armed and extremely dangerous
Look out girls, he might be Walkin' the streets right now Said he's dangerous, extremely dangerous
Dirty Water
((Dutch Version: Vuil Water (De Kreuners) - 1984))
Composer(s): Ed Cobb
First release by: The Standells - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm gonna tell you a story I'm gonna tell you about my town I'm gonna tell you a big bad story, baby Aww, it's all about my town
Yeah, down by the river Down by the banks of the river Charles (aw, that's what's happenin' baby) That's where you'll find me Along with lovers, muggers, and thieves (aw, but they're cool people) Well I love that dirty water Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, you're the Number One place) Frustrated women (I mean they're frustrated) Have to be in by twelve o'clock (oh, that's a shame) But I'm wishin' and a-hopin, oh That just once those doors weren't locked (I like to save time for my baby to walk around) Well I love that dirty water Oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)
Because I love that dirty water Oh, oh, Boston, you're my home (oh, yeah)
Well, I love that dirty water (I love it, baby) I love that dirty water (I love Baw-stun) I love that dirty water (Have you heard about the Strangler?) I love that dirty water (I'm the man, I'm the man) I love that dirty water (Owww!) I love that dirty water (Come on, come on)
Armchair Quarterback Composer(s): B. Russell Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well, the season's finally here and the players hit the field and every man feels like a boy and every wife could kill He's been buying beer since August Running hot and running cold and thirty friends are on alert... that's all the den will hold!
He's the Armchair Quarterback he's full of beer and full of snacks The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand The Armchair Quarterback he's kind of fun and kind of fat The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand
Now if you stand and block the screen you may just lose your life and that goes for all thirty friends and the thirty friends' wives Then the den falls silent we just need a yard or two They wouldn't change that channel now if the Rockett's came on nude The announcer agrees with the referee but the den does not at all And thirty fists are clinched in hate and pound upon the wall Why any fool could see he made that first down when he dived! If Howard Cosell came in now he'd never get out alive
'Cause he's the Armchair Quarterback he's full of beer and full of snacks The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand
The wives are all disgusted and they're meeting in the yard on their way to wear the numbers off our credit cards (shop, shop, shop)
He's got his six year old son, Billy, sittin' on the floor Watching college wrap-up and writing down the scores There stands uncle Andy bending empty cans "for god sakes, Andy, get that cool one out of Billy's hand!" Well, what do you know it's half time where's the bathroom tell me please Don't go outside 'cause the neighbors dog bites everything he sees
Well if they make it through the Super Bowl well she'll be happy then 'cause she'll get back her TV and he'll give up the den He'll be tired and incoherent and he will not know his name But he'll lift one eyelid just to say: "wake me up for the ol' score game!" with a cool one in his hand
Broken pretzles in the rug The beer cans could be worse She'll clean it up tomorrow and dread September first when once again...ha ha...
The season's finally here and the players hit the field And every man feels like a boy and every wife could kill He's been buying beer since August running hot and running cold And thirty friends are on alert...that's all the den will hold
He's the Armchair Quarterback he's full of beer and full of snacks The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand Yeah, the Armchair Quarterback he's kind of fun and kind of fat The all-american man, with a cool one in his hand
Dirty Old Town
((French Version: Foutue Vieille Ville (Jo Lemaire) - 1994))
Composer(s): Ewan McColl
First performance by: Ewan McColl - 1949
Covered by multiple other artists
Found my love by the gaswork croft Dreamed a dream by the old canal Kissed my girl by the factory wall Dirty old town, dirty old town
I heard a siren from the dock Saw a train set the night on fire Smelled the spring on the sulfured wind Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town
We're goin' to take a good sharp axe Shining steel tempered in the fire And we'll chop you down like an old dead tree Dirty old town, dirty old town Dirty old town, whoa-oh, dirty old town
And oh we'll chop you down Oh, dirty, dirty, dirty old town Dirty old town, dirty old town And oh whoa-oh dirty old town Chop you down one of these days
Arlequin Composer(s): Jacques Plante - Claude Carrère Performer(s): Sheila
Avec des camarades ardentes et passionnées Un jour sur une estrade notre théatre est né Accessoires de fortune, décors improvisés Tout fut prétexte à se déguiser et par bonheur moi j'ai reçu De tous les rôles celui qui me plaisait le plus
En habits d'Alequin on peut faire le diable Jouer des tours pendables aux autres comédiens En habits d'Arlequin on fait mille farces En riant sous son masque car on ne risque rien
Nous partons en voyage à travers le pays De villages en villages nous jouons la comédie Dans cette vie errante nous ressentons souvent Bien des moments de découragement Mais je retrouve ma bonne humeur Dès que j'avance dans le halot des projecteurs
En habits d'Alequin on peut faire le diable Jouer des tours pendables aux autres comédiens En habits d'Arlequin on fait mille farces En riant sous son masque car on ne risque rien
Un peu de rêve et beaucoup de ferveur Voilà notre compagnie d'amateurs A notre répertoire sont toujours les bienvenus Les chefs-d'uvre notoires comme les pièces inconnues Et j'avoue Molière, Racine ou Marivaux Nous donne chaque soir des plaisirs nouveaux Mais j'ai toujours un petit regret Pour le personnage que mon cur préfère en secret
En habits d'Alequin on peut faire le diable Jouer des tours pendables aux autres comédiens En habits d'Arlequin on fait mille farces En riant sous son masque car on ne risque rien
Entouré de legende, il cache une âme tendre Tout le monde s'y laisse prendre Moi j'aime bien Arlequin!
Dirty Old Man Composer(s): Leon Huff - Kenny Gamble Performer(s): The Three Degrees
Dirty - you're a dirty ol' man You can't keep your hands to yourself You're a dirty ol' man Go mess around with somebody else
That I've done told you You can look but please don't touch 'Cause you don't understand what I mean Can't you see I'm not old enough You say that ain't, ain't nothing but a number - number You're much too experienced for me Ooh, all you wanna do is take my love All you want is another victory
You dirty ol' man, you can't keep your hands to yourself You're a dirty ol' man, go mess around with somebody else
Next time you see me You can speak but please don't stuck 'Cause I believed every word you said And here I am with a broken heart Don't run your game down, don't waste it on me, no, no, no, no, no 'Cause you're a married man and I'm still free Ooh, all you wanna do is take my love All you want is another victory
You dirty ol' man, you can't keep your hands to yourself Dirty ol' man, go mess around with somebody else Dirty, dirty, dirty ol' man - yeah A dirty, dirty, dirty ol' man - yeah...
Arkansas Composer(s): Damon Black Performer(s): Wilburn Brothers and multiple other artists
Oh, the bram' bush took the cabin I was born in And the browry claimed the fields I used to plow There's a yearnin' in my heart to be going To that forty acre patch got sewed in sprouts
Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin' Is your cotton growin', white as snow Are the squirrels still a barkin' Up on old Crody's Ridge Has the girl I been sparkin' Gone and burned another bridge Arkansas
I have known the troubles I was born to know I have wanted things A poor man's born to want
And in all my dreams and mem'ries I go runnin' Through the fields of Arkansas From which I sprung
Arkansas, are your rivers still flowin' Is your cotton growin', white as snow Do the young men still piddle With the thought of growin' rich And slowly turn to old folks Sittin' whittle'in on a stick Arkansas
She must belong to San Francisco She must've lost her way Posting a poster of Poncho and Cisco one California day She says she believes in Robin Hood and brotherhood And colours of green and grey And all you can do is laugh at her Doesn't anybody know how to pray?
Arizona, take off your rainbow shades Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my Arizona, cut off your Indian braids Arizona, hey won't you go my way? Mmm, Strip off your pride You're acting like a teeny-bopper run away child And scrape off the paint from the face of a little town saint
Arizona, take off your hobo shoes Arizona, hey won't you go my way?
Follow me up to San Francisco I will be guide, your way I'll be the Count of Monte Christo You'll be the Countess May And you can believe in Robin Hood and brotherhood And rolling the ball in the hay And I will be reading you an Aesop´s fable Anything to make you stay
Arizona, take off your rainbow shades Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my Arizona, cut off your Indian braids Arizona, hey won't you go my way? Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoes Arizona, have another look at the world, my, my Arizona, get off your eight ball blues Arizona, hey won't you go my way? Come on, Arizona; take off your rainbow shades ...
Dirty No-Gooder's Blues
Composer(s): Bessie Smith
Performer(s): Bessie Smith
Did you ever fall in love with a man that was no good? Did you ever fall in love with a man that was no good? No matter what you did for him, he never understood
The meanest thing he could say would thrill you through and through The meanest thing he could say would thrill you through and through And there wasn't nothin' too dirty for that man to do
He'd treat you nice and kind till he win your heart and hand He'd treat you nice and kind till he win your heart and hand Then he git so cruel that man, you just could not stand
Lawd, I really don't think no man's love can last Lawd, I don't think no man's love can last They'll love you to death then treat you like a thing of the past
There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood There's nineteen men livin' in my neighborhood Eighteen of them are fools and the one ain't no doggone good
Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd That dirty no-good man treats me just like I'm a dog
