Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Land Of Hope And Dreams Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Grab your ticket and your suitcase Thunder's rolling down the tracks You don't know where you're goin' But you know you won't be back Darlin' if you're weary Lay your head upon my chest We'll take what we can carry And we'll leave the rest
Big Wheels rolling through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
I will provide for you And I'll stand by your side You'll need a good companion for This part of the ride Leave behind your sorrows Let this day be the last Tomorrow there'll be sunshine And all this darkness past
Big wheels roll through fields Where sunlight streams Meet me in a land of hope and dreams
This train Carries saints and sinners This train Carries losers and winners This Train Carries whores and gamblers This Train Carries lost souls This Train Dreams will not be thwarted This Train Faith will be rewarded This Train Hear the steel wheels singin' This Train Bells of freedom ringin' This Train Carries broken-hearted This Train Thieves and sweet souls departed This Train Carries fools and kings This Train All aboard
This Train Dreams will not be thwarted This Train Faith will be rewarded This Train Hear the steel wheels singin' This Train Bells of freedom ringin'
Bears
Composer(s): Steven Fromholz
First release by: Steven Fromholz - 1976
Covered by multiple other artists
Some folks say there ain't no bears in Arkansas Some folks never seen a bear at all Some folks say that bears go around eating babies raw Some folks got a bear across the hall
Some folks say that bears go around smelling bad Others say that a bear is honey sweet Some folks say this bear's the best I ever had Some folks got a bear beneath their feet
Some folks drive the bears out of the wilderness Some to see a bear would pay a fee Me I just bear up to bewildered best And some folks even see the bear in me
So meet a bear and take him out to lunch with you And even though your friends may stop and stare Just remember that's a bear there in the bunch with you And they just don't come no better than a bear
Land Of Confusion Composer(s): Phil Collins - Tony Banks - Mike Rutherford First release by: Genesis - 1986 Covered by multiple other artists
I must've dreamed a thousand dreams Been haunted by a million screams But I can hear the marching feet They're moving into the street
Now did you read the news today They say the danger's gone away But I can see the fire's still alight There burning into the night
There's too many men Too many people Making too many problems And not much love to go round Can't you see This is a land of confusion
This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth living in
Ooh Superman where are you now When everything's gone wrong somehow The men of steel, the men of power Are losing control by the hour
This is the time This is the place So we look for the future But there's not much love to go round Tell me why, this is a land of confusion
This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth living in
I remember long ago Ooh when the sun was shining Yes and the stars were bright All through the night And the sound of your laughter As I held you tight So long ago
I won't be coming home tonight My generation will put it right We're not just making promises That we know, we'll never keep
Too many men There's too many people Making too many problems And not much love to go round Can't you see This is a land of confusion
Now this is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given Use them and let's start trying To make it a place worth fighting for
This is the world we live in And these are the names we're given Stand up and let's start showing Just where our lives are going to
High on the mountain tell me what do you see Bland shacks and railroad tracks looking back at me Better take Chicago Forest to the plain There's a Colorado River running through the green You been hanging around this world far too long Lord, at night for countless hours certainly are gone Never been an outlaw, never been this free Except for tales of Colorado spring Take up my money, thought I'd be free Saw that man a commin' thought they were that free Chopped down that tree and my worries were all gone All of a sudden bullets were ringing through that home You been hanging around this world for far too long Hanging around the mountain home, back in half an hour Way back in the swamp, boys way back in the trees Colorado payroll in the Colorado spring You hear them coming, the voices of love You must come courting through this world or go Texas in the dell, running in the well You know all you can do is raise hell Stick around this world for far too long Back in half an hour with the... Way back in the swamps, way back in the trees Never been this free in the Colorado spring As sun come up as alive as I can be
Land Of 1000 Dances Composer(s): Chris Kenner First release by: Chris Kenner - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
1-2-3 1-2-3 Ow! Uh! Alright! Uh!
Got to know how to pony Like Bony Maronie Mash potato, do the alligator Put your hand on your hips, yeah Let your backbone slip Do the Watusi Like my little Lucy Hey! Uh!
Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na I need somebody to help me say it one time (Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na ) Wo--ow!
Wow! Uh! You know I feel alright! Huh! I feel pretty good y'all Uh! Huh! Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na Come on y'all, let's say it one more time (Na na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na ) Ooow!
Playing, it is a habit With long tall Sally Twistin' with Lucy Doin' the Watusi Roll over on your back I like it like that Do that Jerk-uh Watch me work y'all Ow! Do it! Wow! Do it! Just watch me do it
Aah help me Aah help me Aah help me Aah help me ...
You know what you said about me, don't you woman... Well, you ain't nothin' but a bear cat Been scratchin' at my door You ain't nothin' but a bear cat Been scratchin' at my door You can purr pretty kitty But I ain't gonna rub you no more
You said you was a long-hair But I can see through that You said you was a long-hair But I can see through that And mama I know You're just an old bear cat
You ain't nothin' but a bear cat Been scratchin' at my door Ain't nothin' but a bear cat You been scratchin' at my door You can purr pretty kitty But I ain't gonna rub you no more
Whoa, rub you! Whoa, git with it now Git it, git it, git it, git it! Oh, listen to that old cat Meooowwww... scat! Oh, tip it miss kitty Tip it honey, tip it! Hey! I'm tellin' you honey...
You made me feel so mean Made me moan and groan You made me feel so mean You made me moan and groan You ain't wantin' no man You're just lookin' for an old soup bone
You ain't nothin' but a bear cat Been scratchin' at my door You're just an old bear cat Been scratchin' at my door You can purr pretty kitty But I ain't gonna rub you no more
The Lancashire Lads (Traditional) Performer(s): Old Blind Dogs
Oh it was last Monday morning, as I have heard them say Our orders came from Manchester, we were to march away
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Said a mother to her daughter, What makes you talk so strange To want to be a soldier's wife, the wide world to range For soldiers they are rambling boys and get but little pay And how could they maintain a wife on fourteen pence a day?
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Said the mother to the daughter, I'll have you close confined You'll never marry that Lancashire Lad, he'll be no son of mine Should you confine me seven long years and after set me free I'll search the world for my Lancashire Lad when I've gained my liberty
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
My loves clothed in scarlet and turned up with blue And every town that he goes through, to his sweetheart he'll be true Now we'll have money enough, my boys, and girls to please our mind We'll never forget sweet Manchester and the girls we left behind
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Oh the Lancashire lads have gone abroad, whatever shall we do Leaving many a pretty maid to cry what shall I do
Beans In My Ears
Composer(s): Len Chandler
Performer(s): The Serendipity Singers
and multiple other artists
My mommy said not to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
My mommy said not to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears
Now why would I want to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
Now why would I want to put beans in my ears
Beans in my ears
You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears
Beans in your ears, beans in your ears
You can't hear the teacher with beans in your ears
Beans in your ears
What's that you say, let's put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
What's that you say, let's put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears
You'll have to speak up I got beans in my ears
Beans in my ears, beans in my ears
You'll have to speak up I got beans in my ears
Beans in her ears
Say mommy we've gone and put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
Say mommy we've gone and put beans in our ears
Beans in our ears
That's nice boys just don't put those beans in your ears
Beans in our ears, beans in our ears
That's nice boys just don't put those beans in your ears
Beans in our ears
I think that all grown ups have beans in their ears
Beans in their ears, beans in their ears
I think that all grown ups have beans in their ears
Beans in their ears
The Lamplighter's Serenade Composer(s): Paul Francis Webster - Hoagy Carmichael Performer(s): Glenn Miller and multiple other artists
A moment after dark around the park an old-fashion gent comes parading Dressed in fancy clothes but singing as he goes The Lamplighter's Serenade The old boy loves to talk with couples on the walk but when it's half after love time He reaches for his sticks and from his bag of tricks he lights every star in the sky And if a lady or a beau should answer No, he sprinkles their hearts with his magic Then he steals away to sing another day The Lamplighter's Serenade
My how time goes flying back, its 1893 A Strummer one horse open hack There steps a grand old memory
A moment after dark around the park an old-fashion gent comes parading Dressed in fancy clothes but singing as he goes The Lamplighter's Serenade The old boy loves to talk with couples on the walk but when it's half after love time He reaches for his sticks and from his bag of tricks he lights every star in the sky And if a lady or a beau should answer No, he sprinkles their hearts with his magic Then he steals away to sing another day The Lamplighter's Serenade
Beale Street Blues
Composer(s): W.C. Handy
First recording/First release by: Prince's Band - 1917
Covered by multiple other artists
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse The seven wonders of the world I've seen And many are the places I have been Take my advice, folks, and see Beale Street first!
You'll see pretty browns in beautiful gowns You'll see tailor-mades and hand-me-downs You'll meet honest men, and pick-pockets skilled You'll find that business never ceases 'til somebody gets killed!
If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk Married men would have to take their beds and walk Except one or two who never drink booze And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!"
I'd rather be there than any place I know I'd rather be there than any place I know It's gonna take a sergeant for to make me go!
I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by Yes, I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by Because the river's wet, and Beale Street's done gone dry!
Beads Of Sweat Composer(s): Laura Nyro Performer(s): Laura Nyro
Cold jade wind Not an angel in the sky Just cold jade restless wind Something's coming along To devastate my soul
I pricked my fingers On the thorns And this rain is a-raining hard This sky's gonna beckon Mariah To match my soul Rain in the river Rain in the river Rain on the river banks Down my neck Beads of sweat
Rain on the highway Running clear across New York A windsong through the barren trees Wild lavender heather By the railroad sways Listen to the wailing Of the rain in the river Rain on the river banks
Roll, roll River, rock his soul She's calling you Rainclouds, rainclouds Down his neck Down his neck Down his neck Beads of, beads of, beads of Beads of sweat
Five boys standing On the banks of the river Waiting for the virgin snow Searching for a miracle A pearl in an oyster And we all looked out to God Although He is the colour of the wind Listen to the wailing Of the rain in the river Rain on the river banks
Beach Ball
Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr.
Performer(s): The Supremes
Come on, come on Come on to the beach ball with me Come on, come on Come on to the beach ball with me
The surf band is playing loud They swim and they jerk for the swinging crowd And if you get the notion You can go and surf the ocean Gonna have a fun loving time Gonna play in the sunshine
So come on, come on Come on to the beach ball with me Come on, come on Come on to the beach ball with me
You bring your guy, I'll bring mine Everybody's gonna have a good time Splishin' and splashin' fun everlasting Hurry up, everyone, time is passing So come on, gang, and let's have a ball All for one and one for all
So come on, come on Come on to the beach ball with me Come on, come on Come on to the beach ball with me Come on, come on Come on to the beach ball with me
Hand in hand walking through the sand Watching the surfers Take a chance If sidewalk surfing is not your style Come on, dance the jerk a while
You can go and surf the ocean Gonna have a fun loving time Gonna play in the sunshine
So come on, come on Come on to the beach ball with me Come on, come on Come on to the beach ball with me Come on, come on Come on to the beach ball with me
L'an 2005 ((Adapted from: In The Year 2525 (by Zager & Evans) - 1969)) ((Italian Version: Nel 2023 (by Dalida) - 1969)) Composer(s): Rick Evans - Boris Bergman Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1969
En l'année 2005 de notre ère Si l'homme n'est pas poussière Si l'oiseau vit à l'air des rivières
En l'année 3005 de notre ère Qui peut parler de paradis ou d'enfer Tout ce que tu fais penses et dis Est en pilule dès aujourd'hui
En l'année 4005 de notre ère Avoir des yeux un cur a quoi ça sert Qui y aura-t-il à aimer et qui pourra te regarder?
En l'année 5005 de notre ère La vie est un désert Nous n'avons plus rien à faire La machine a le feu vert oh oh oh
En l'année 6005 de notre ère S'il y a un Dieu quand il verra notre terre Il dira après avoir regardé Voilà l'heure du jugement dernier
En l'année 7005 de notre ère Le Tout Puissant sera-t-il très fier De ce que l'homme a détruit et créé Ou voudra-t-il recommencer oh oh oh
En l'année 8005 de notre ère L'homme sera-t-il encore sur terre Il a tout pris au monde sans laisser de trace Mais qu'a-t-il mis à la place oh oh oh
Depuis 10 000 ans des hommes Sont partis avec les larmes Est-ce l'amour ou la haine qui mit fin à son règne
Mais au fond de l'aurore une étoile s'endort Sans doute il faut se taire Ce n'était peut-être qu'hier
En l'année 2005 de notre ère Si l'homme n'est pas poussière Aura-t-il compris où est Son bonheur oh oh oh oh oh
Beach Baby
((French Version: Vite, Chérie, Vite (by Sacha Distel) - 1975))
Composer(s): John Carter - Gil Shakespeare
Performer(s): Tony Burrows - 1974
Do you remember back in old L.A. When everybody drove a Chevrolet Whatever happened to the boy next door The sun-tanned crew-cut all-american male
Remember dancin' at the high school hop The dress I ruined with the soda pop I didn't recognize the girl next-door The beat up sneakers and the pony tail
Beach baby, Beach Baby give me your hand Give me somethin' that I can remember Just like before we can walk by the shore in the moonlight Beach baby, Beach baby there on the sand From July 'till the end of September Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun every day
Mmmm Mmm, I never thought that it would end Oooooh oooooh, Mmmm Mmm, and I was everybody's friend Ooooh ooooh Long hot days Cool Sea haze Juke box plays But now it's fading awaaaaay
We couldn't wait for graduation night ooh ooh no We took my car and drove to San Jose ooh ooh ooh That's where you told me that you'd wear my ring I guess you don't remember anything
Beach baby, Beach Baby give me your hand Give me somethin' that I can remember Just like before we can walk by the shore in the moonlight Beach baby, Beach baby there on the sand From July 'till the end of September Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun every day
Tu n'étais qu'une aiguille dans une botte de foin Mais j'ai su te trouver, moi qui ne trouve rien
L'amour, c'est comme un refrain Tu le chantes aujourd'hui et tu l'oublies demain L'amour, c'est comme l'océan Une marche à l'étoile où l'on se perd souvent
Le sommeil a du bon quand tu dors près de moi Quand tu viens dans mes rêves en sortant de mes bras
L'amour, c'est comme un oiseau Ça voyage très loin, ça tombe de très haut L'amour, c'est comme le vent C'est tout chaud, c'est tout froid, ça change tout le temps
J'ai dormi des années sans m'en apercevoir Je me suis reveillé le jour de ton départ
L'amour, c'est comme le latin On le croît oublié et puis il nous revient L'amour, c'est comme un poker Et c'est presque toujours le moins menteur qui perd
Le matin où le jour ne se lèvera pas Tu verras que tu n'as pas existé pour moi
L'amour, c'est comme l'été Il nous faut un automne pour le regretter L'amour, c'est comme un enfant On lui a tout donné, il part quand il est grand
Be Yourself
Composer(s): Graham Nash - Terry Reid
First release by: Graham Nash - 1971
How does it feel When life doesn't seem real And you're floating about on your own Your life seems uncertain So you draw the curtain Pretending there's nobody home Don't theorize Look in your eyes They can't tell lies Though you may disguise what you see The mirror is free We once had a savior But by our behavior The one that was worth it is gone Song birds are talking And runners are walking A prodigal son's coming home Don't theorize Look in his eyes They won't tell lies But if he defies what you see He'll give you a key Be yourself Be yourself Be yourself Be yourself We needed a tutor So built a computer And programmed ourselves not to see The truth and the lying The dead and the dying A silent majority Don't theorize Look in their eyes Are they telling lies The ones that they learn on T.V. What a way to be free Be yourself Be yourself Then you can free yourself Free yourself See yourself Then you can see yourself Come on and see yourself See yourself
J'avais l'impression d'un grand vide J'allais au hasard ce jour là Un de ces jours où rien n' se décide Mais allez donc savoir pourquoi
Oui comme un soleil aveuglant Qui vous brûle les yeux Oui l'amour surgit brusquement Au milieu d'un jour bleu
C'est trop de bonheur C'est comme un cri de douleur L'amour violent Je ris je pleure J'ai l'impression que je meurs L'amour dément C'est trop de joie C'est trop d'amour à la fois Mais je joue À me faire peur Oui je suis fou et je m'en fous
J'avais un goût d'amertume J'étais en plein désarroi Mon cur battait comme une enclume L'amour était fini pour moi
Puis tout d'un coup Mon cur s'est enflammé Je l'ai vue Au rendez-vous du destin Le hasard l'inconnu
C'est trop de bonheur Je vais encore en souffrir L'amour violent Je ris je pleure Je vois déjà l'avenir De mes tourment Il filera Toujours entre mes doigts Mais je joue À me faire peur Oui je suis fou et je m'en fous
C'est trop de bonheur C'est comme un cri de douleur L'amour violent Je ris je pleure J'ai l'impression que je meurs L'amour tyran C'est trop de joie C'est trop d'amour à la fois Mais je joue À me faire peur Oui je suis fou et je m'en fous...
