Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Little Altar Boy ((Swedish Version: Litet Solskensbarn (by Agnetha Fältskog) - 1970)) Composer(s): Howlett Smith First release by: Vic Dana - 1961 Covered by multiple other artists
Little Altar Boy I wonder could you pray for me Little altar boy for I have gone astray what must I do to be holy like you little altAr boy please let me hear you pray
Lift up your voice and send a prayer above help me rejoice and fill that prayer with love now I know my life has been all wrong little altar boy please help a sinner be strong
little altar boy I wonder could you tell Our Lord tell Him altar boy I'm gonna change my ways today what must I do to be holy like you little altar boy please let me hear you pray little altar boy please let me hear you pray
Magic Hymie Composer(s): Jerry Harrison; Nona Hendryx; B. Worrell Performer(s): Jerry Harrison
It was my last attempt It was my last defense I didnt think I could ever do it Until I did it It was my last attempt It was my last defense I didnt think I could ever do it Until I did it
If it were yesterday Or any other day I would have run away Playing dumb I would have stayed away If it were afternoon Or night or day I would have run away And put things off And stayed away Until another day, because
It was my last attempt It was my last defense I didnt think I could ever do it Until I did it It was my last attempt It was my last defense I didnt think I could ever do it Until I did it
Sometimes you have to be Stretched the wire Before you can untie your hands Before you move Sometimes the gun must be Held to your head When theres nothing left When theres nothing left You can go ahead, because
It was my last attempt It was my last defense I didnt think I could ever do it Until I did it It was my last attempt It was my last defense I didnt think I could ever do it Until I did it
Face the chair Firing squad Without the heat To bring you fear Youll never know What you can do
Keep it going (repeat)
So theres a way out of that corner youve painted yourself into And maybe youre just gonna have to dig that ditch a little bit deeper before you can get out of it Well do you just gotta stand up I mean if you sit down all your life what are you gonna do? I mean youre just gonna have to climb up right over yourself and get out of there I mean that mess youre in, youre just gonna have to get out of it Youre gonna have to decide you gonna do it Youre gonna have to decide you wanna do it, and then youre just gonna do it
So okay, all right, okay, okay, oh
It was my last attempt It was my last defense I didnt think I could ever do it Until I did it It was my last attempt It was my last defense I didnt think I could ever do it Until I did it ...
Liten Och Trött Composer(s): K. Aneby - M. Försberg Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog & Christian Ulvaeus
När man är liten och trött behöver man Nå'n som stoppar om en och kramas lite grann För ibland är man rädd, det känns ensamt och då Är det skönt att få hålla nå'n i hand Att få hålla nå'n i hand
Och även om man blir stor och så väldigt klok Så kan det hända att allting går på tok Och fast man vet bäst, som vuxna alltig gör Så är man ängslig när ingen ser och hör
För ibland är man rädd, det känns ensamt och då Är det skönt att få hålla nå'n i hand För ibland är man rädd, det känns ensamt och då Är det skönt att få hålla nå'n i hand Att få hålla nå'n i hand, att få hålla nå'n i hand
Magic Carpet Ride Composer(s): John Kay Originally performed by: Steppenwolf Covered by various other artists
I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine On a cloud of sound I drift in the night Any place it goes is right Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here
Well, you don't know what we can find Why don't you come with me little girl On a magic carpet ride You don't know what we can see Why don't you tell your dreams to me Fantasy will set you free Close your eyes girl Look inside girl Let the sound take you away
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp And so I wished that I could stay Before the thing could answer me Well, someone came and took the lamp away I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found
Well, you don't know what we can find Why don't you come with me little girl On a magic carpet ride Well, you don't know what we can see Why don't you tell your dreams to me Fantasy will set you free Close your eyes girl Look inside girl Let the sound take you away
Litany For A Return ((Adapted from: Litanies Pour Un Retour (by Jacques Brel) - 1958)) ((Dutch Version: Litanie Bij Een Terugkeer (by Liesbeth List) - 1969)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - François Rauber - Paul Francis Buck Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989
My love My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My work My spring My veil My honey My bomb My grail My gate My gold My thrown, oh My stock My rock My stone, oh My night My thirst My hunger My day My bread My water My sail My wave My guide My way My blood My strengh My fever My ray My song My love My wine My joy My dawn My life My faith My cry My love My heart My sweet, oh My sky My fire My heat, oh My body My flesh My yearning All this, now you're returning
Magic Bus Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who and various other artists
Every Day I Get In The Queue (Too Much, Magic Bus) To Get On The Bus That Takes Me To You (Too Much, Magic Bus) I'm So Nervous, I Just Sit And Smile (Too Much, Magic Bus) You House Is Only Another Mile (Too Much, Magic Bus)
Thank You, Driver, For Getting Me Here (Too Much, Magic Bus) You'll Be An Inspector, Have No Fear (Too Much, Magic Bus) I Don't Want To Cause No Fuss (Too Much, Magic Bus) But Can I Buy Your Magic Bus? (Too Much, Magic Bus)
Nooooooooo!
I Don't Care How Much I Pay (Too Much, Magic Bus) I Wanna Drive My Bus To My Baby Each Day (Too Much, Magic Bus)
I Want It, I Want It, I Want It, I Want It ... (You Can't Have It!) Thruppence And Sixpence Every Day Just To Drive To My Baby Thruppence And Sixpence Each Day 'Cause I Drive My Baby Every Way
Magic Bus, Magic Bus, Magic Bus ...
I Said, Now I've Got My Magic Bus (Too Much, Magic Bus) I Said, Now I've Got My Magic Bus (Too Much, Magic Bus) I Drive My Baby Every Way (Too Much, Magic Bus) Each Time I Go A Different Way (Too Much, Magic Bus)
I Want It, I Want It, I Want It, I Want It ...
Every Day You'll See The Dust (Too Much, Magic Bus) As I Drive My Baby In My Magic Bus (Too Much, Magic Bus)
Litanies Pour Un Retour Composer(s): Jacques Brel - François Rauber First release by: Jacques Brel - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - Litanie Bij Een Terugkeer (by Liesbeth List) 1989 - Litany For A Return (by Marc Almond)
Mon cur ma mie mon âme Mon ciel mon feu ma flamme Mon puits ma source mon val Mon miel mon baume mon Graal Mon blé mon or ma terre Mon soc mon roc ma pierre Ma nuit ma soif ma faim Mon jour mon aube mon pain
Ma voile ma vague mon guide ma voix Mon sang ma force ma fièvre mon moi Mon chant mon rire mon vin ma joie Mon aube mon cri ma vie ma foi
Mon cur ma mie mon âme Mon ciel mon feu ma flamme Mon corps ma chair mon bien Voilà que tu reviens
Magic Composer(s): Ric Ocasek Performer(s): The Cars
Summer turns me upside down Summer summer summer It's like a merry-go-round I see you under the midnight All shackles and bows
High shoes with the cleats a-clickin' a temperamental glow
How far will you take it Well no one knows Don't let me go I got a hold on you tonight
Oh oh it's magic When I'm with you Oh oh it's magic You know it's true Got a hold on you
Twisted under sideways down I know you're getting twisted And you can't calm down I see you under the midnight Love darts in your eyes How far can you take it Till you realize There's magic in your eyes
Oh oh it's magic When I'm with you Oh oh it's magic You know it's true Got a hold on you
Litanie Bij Een Terugkeer ((Adapted from: Litanies Pour Un Retour (by Jacques Brel) - 1958)) ((English Version: Litany For A Return (by Marc Almond) - 1989)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - François Rauber - Ernst van Altena Performer(s): Liesbeth List - 1969
Magic Composer(s): Billy Lyall; David Paton Originally performed by: Pilot
Ho, ho, ho It´s magic you know Never believe, it´s not so It´s magic, you know Never believe, it´s not so
Never been awake Never seen a day break Leaning on my pillow in the morning Lazy day in bed Music in my head Crazy music playing in the morning light
I love my sunny day Dream of far away Dreaming on my pillow in the morning Never been awake Never seen a day break Leaning on my pillow in the morning light
Ho, ho, ho It´s magic, you know Never believe it´s not so It´s magic, you know Never believe, it´s not so
L'italiano ((French Version: Méditerranéenne (by Hervé Vilard) - 1983)) Composer(s): Toto Cutugno - Cristiano Minellono First release by: Toto Cutugno - 1983 Covered by multiple other artists
Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano Lasciatemi cantare, sono un italiano Buongiorno Italia, gli spaghetti al dente E un partigiano come presidente; con l'autoradio sempre Nella mano destra e un canarino sopra la finestra Buongiorno Italia, con i tuoi artisti, con troppa America Sui manifesti Con le canzoni con amore e con il cuore Con più donne sempre meno suore Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia, buongiorno Dio Lo sai che ci sono anch'io?
Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano Lasciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano Lasciatemi cantare, perché ne sono fiero Sono un italiano, un italiano vero
Buongiorno Italia che non si spaventa Con la crema da barba alla menta; con un vestito gessato Sul blu e la moviola la domenica in T.V. Buongiorno Italia col caffè ristretto Le calze nuove nel primo cassetto Con la bandiera in tintoria e una seicento giù di carrozzeria Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria Con gli occhi pieni di malinconia... buongiorno Dio Lo sai che ci sono anch'io?
Lasciatemi cantare, con la chitarra in mano lasciatemi cantare una canzone piano piano Lasciatemi cantare perché ne sono fiero Sono un italiano, un italiano vero
Lasciatemi cantare, perché ne sono fiero Sono un italiano, un italiano vero
Magic Composer(s): John Farrar Originally performed by: Olivia Newton-John
Come take my hand You should know me I've always been in your mind You know that I'll be kind I'll be guiding you
Building your dream Has to start now There's no other road to take You won't make a mistake I'll be guiding you
You have to believe we are magic Nothin' can stand in our way You have to believe we are magic Don't let your aim ever stray And if all your hopes survive Your destiny will arrive I'll bring all your dreams alive For you
From where I stand You are home free The planets align so rare There's promise in the air And I'm guiding you
Through every turn I'll be near you I'll come anytime you call I'll catch you when you fall I'll be guiding you
You have to believe we are magic Nothin' can stand in our way You have to believe we are magic Don't let your aim ever stray And if all your hopes survive Your destiny will arrive I'll bring all your dreams alive For you
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime Y a danger pour l'étranger!
T'as sur le front la croix de ton village Et deux grands yeux noirs qui me dévisagent Qui t'a donné ce déhanché toi qui es née Entre les vignes et les champs d'oliviers? Dans ta famille on aime les orages Les flamands roses et les chevaux sauvages Eparpillés, ensoleillés, ensorcelés Comme le sont tous les gens du voyage Viens me rejoindre à la nuit, mais prends garde Car tu sais bien que ton frère nous regarde Qu'il t'a juré: y a danger pour l'étranger! Méditerranéenne, mais qu'est-ce que tu es belle Ce parfum de Bohème je l'aimerai puisque tu m'aimes
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime Y a danger pour l'étranger!
Mais j'ai envie de courir dans les vagues Et de crier sous le ciel de Camargue Qui t'a donné ce déhanché, la majesté d'être nu-pieds Au milieu des gitanes? À la tombée du jour, le feu, les flammes Raniment l'amour dans le cur des femmes Quand tu es triste, un guitariste, un violoniste Est toujours là pour jouer du vague à l'âme Viens me rejoindre à la nuit mais prends garde Car tu sais bien que ton frère nous regarde Qu'il t'a juré : y a danger pour l'étranger! Méditerranéenne, les guitares se souviennent La mer est dans la plaine aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne Ce parfum de Bohème je l'aimerai puisque tu m'aimes
Ma vie sera la tienne, Méditerranéenne Aux Saintes-Maries que j'aime Y a danger pour l'étranger!
Maggie's Dream Composer(s): Dave Loggins; Lisa Silver Performer(s): Don Williams
Maggie's up each morning at four am By five at the counter at the diner Her trucker friends out on the road will soon be stoppin in As the lights go on at Cafe Carolina
Maggie's been a waitress here most all her life Thirty years of coffee cups and sore feet The mountains around Ashville she's never seen the other side Closer now to fifty than to forty
Maggie's never had a love She said she's never had enough Time to let a man into her life Aw but Maggie has a dream She's had since she was seventeen To find a husband and be a wife
Maggie knows the truckers most by first name What they'll have to say and what they'll order And they take her in their stories to places far away And leave her with the dishes, dreams and quarters
And she relies upon the jukebox on the lonely afternoon When the business starts to slow down she plays the saddest tunes And she stares off down the highway and she wonders where it goes Nobody to go home to and it's almost time to close
Non è il fascino ruffiano di una bandiera la carezza di un dialetto, né una melodia una cucina così povera ma sincera allora che cos'è che mi lega a te Quella faccia strafottente così italiana di coraggio, di passione, di gelosia stai nel recinto anche tu in questo ghetto ci stai per non vivere più che bell'esempio che dai Non rinuncerò io non sbarrerò la porta non accetterò che la faccia mia sia un'altra ed io quanto ti ho amata pure io ma questo cielo oltre che il tuo è pure il mio, la stessa anima più malinconica, se questo è un oblio!
Da quel primo bacio dato senza pensare nel timore che un amore ci porti via migrazioni naturali quelle del cuore valigie che pesano Non c'è terra non c'è mare che può spiegare quale mistica attrazione ci tiene qui pronti a soffrire così sono secoli ormai le differenze fra noi le appianeremo se vuoi Madre anche tu salva almeno le apparenze tutti i figli tuoi dalla Sicilia fino in Piemonte, ed io se ti ho difesa lo sa Dio ma il tuo pensiero non è più limpido forse nostalgico vivo di questa mia utopia, cara democrazia non ci vedrai più tutti intorno a una bottiglia non c'entriamo ormai nel ritratto di famiglia e tu più delirante di così madre dimenticata lì in un angolo un ruolo scomodo siamo davvero figli tuoi così sicura sei Io ci spero sai che quel silenzio arrivi, mai!
Maggie May Composer(s): Martin Quittenton; Rod Stewart Originally performed by: Rod Stewart Covered by various other artists
Wake up Maggie, I think I've got something to say to you It's late September and I really should be back at school I know I keep you amused But I fell I'm being used Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more You led me away from home Just to save you from being alone You stole my heart and that's what really hurts
The morning sun when it's in your eyes really shows your age But that don't worry me none, in my eyes you're everything I laughed at all of your jokes My love you didn't need to coax Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more You led me away from home Just to save you from being alone You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without
All I needed was a friend to lend a helping hand But you turned into a lover and mother, what a lover, you wore me out All you did was wreck my bed And in the morning kick me in the head Oh Maggie, I couldn't have tried any more You led me away from home 'Cause you didn't want to be alone You stole my heart, I couldn't leave you if I tried
I suppose I could collecd my books and go on back to school Or steal my daddy's cue and make a living at playing pool Or find myself a rock and roll band That needs a helping hand Oh Maggie, I wished I'd never seen your face You made a first class fool out of me But I'm as blind as a fool can be You stole my heart but I love you anyway I'd never seen your face I'll get on back home, one of these days
Listening Composer(s): Michael Nesmith Performer(s): Michael Nesmith
Sometimes thoughts coincidental With activities quite simple In consideration seem to be quite meaningless Yet hoping for the best I listen for the rest
Listening to find a way To overcome earthbound decay Still I'm classifying these ideas that come to me Into those that I can see And those that I can feel
It seems it should be So easy to do The things that I am led to do But conviction and courage Sometimes drift apart And takes me back to the start
Sometimes thoughts coincidental With activities quite simple In consideration seem to be quite meaningless Yet hoping for the best I listen for the rest
Listen Mr. Bilbo Composer(s): Adrienne Claiborne - Bob Claiborne Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary and multiple other artists
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate Are the very same people made America great Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
In 1492, just to see what he could see Columbus, who was an Italian set out across the sea He said "Isabella, baby, the world is round And the USA's just awaitin' to be found"
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate Are the very same people made America great Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
Oh listen Mr. Bigot, (well, some of my best friends are) Listen Mr. Bigot (oh, they like to live with their own kind)
Well when the King of England started pushin' Yanks around They had a little trouble up in Boston town But a brave, black, Crispus Attucks was the man The first one to fall when the fightin' began
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate Are the very same people made America great Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
Oh listen Mr. Bigot (They can't help it It's their cultural point of view) Listen Mr. Bigot (They all look alike to me!)
Now Bigot, you're taking one hell of a chance Your good friends the Duponts, came over from France Another thing I'm sure will be news to you The first Mr. Bigot was a foreigner too
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate Are the very same people made America great Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
You don't like blacks, you don't like jews Well if there's anyone you do like, it sure is news You don't like Poles, Hispanics too Anyway they serve you up, we don't like you
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history Listen while I tell you that the foreigners you hate Are the very same people made America great Oh listen Mr. Bigot, uh-huh ... listen Mr. Bigot
Oh listen Mr. Bigot (Well there we were on the beach, just trying to get some sun And up comes a busload of them, well first they got these boxes that play this music I mean it's not even in English Then they take out these stoves or hibachi's or something The smoke was dreadful, the smell was even worse I wouldn't let my daughter marry one, ya know?)
