Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Living In The U.S.A. Composer(s): Steve Miller Performer(s): Steve Miller Band; Neil Merryweather
Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back Stand back, stand back Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A. Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A. Where are you goin' to What are you gonna do Do you think that it will be easy Do you think that it will be pleasin', hey Stand back, what'd you say Stand back, I won't pay Stand back, I'd rather play Stand back It's my freedom Ah, don't worry 'bout me, babe I got to be free, babe Hey Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A. Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A. Stand back, dietician Stand back, television Stand back, politician Stand back, mortician Oh, we got to get away Living in the U.S.A. Come on baby, Owwww I see a yellow man, a brown man A white man, a red man Lookin' for Uncle Sam To give you a helpin' hand But everybody's kickin' sand Even politicians We're living in a plastic land Somebody give me a hand, yeah Oh, we're gonna make it, baby Oh, we're going to shake it, baby Oh, don't break it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Come on baby, hey Hey, hey In the U.S.A., babe yeah Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A. Don't worry 'bout me, babe Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A. Living in the U.S.A. Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A. I got to be free Doot do do do do doot doot Living in the U.S.A. Come on try it, you can buy it, you can leave it next week, yeah Somebody give me a cheeseburger
Moonlight In Samosa Composer(s): Robbie Blunt; Robert Plant Performer(s): Robert Plant
Time and again I see you walking down the street Over and over, just like before Once in a while you stop and say hello to me Just like you used to do before Time and again, it's like we were in love and then Over and over - nobody keeping score Once in a while I think you notice when I smile That love still lingers in my eyes
It can't go wrong, it can't go wrong It lingers on, it lingers on
Day after day I turn it over in my mind Dream after dream it's hard to tell you how I find Out of the blue I'm suddenly so close to you Despite the years that I've been gone Will you stop - will you wait a minute - please remember Can you stop - can you just give me one minute to explain I will not cause a fuss, I will not rock the boat - believe me darling Oh what is, what was, it's all the same
Living In The Plastic Age Composer(s): Geoffrey Downes - T. Horn Performer(s): Buggles
Every day my metal friend Shakes my bed at 6am Then the shiny serving clones Run in with my telephones
Talking fast I make a deal Buy the fake and sell what's real What's this pain here in my chest? Maybe I should take a rest
They send the heart police to put you under Cardiac arrest and as they drag you the door They tell you that you've failed the test
Living in the ... Living in the plastic age Looking only half my age Hello doctor lift my face
I wish my skin could stand the pace In the bed I read my mind Remember how the mice were blind I watch them fighting in their cage Could this be the plastic age?
They send the heart police to put you under cardiac arrest and as they drag you the door they tell you that you've failed the test
Living in the Plastic age Plastic age Plastic age
They send the heart police to put you under Cardiac arrest and as they drag you the door They tell you that you've failed the test
Moonlight Gambler Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Phil Springer Originally performed by: Frankie Laine
You can gamble for match sticks, you can gamble for gold The stakes may be heavy or small But if you haven't gambled for love and lost you haven't gambled at all
They call me a moonlight gambler I've gambled for love and lost When I gamble for love and it isn't in the cards Oh, what heartaches it can cost me
Win or lose, I'm a moonlight gambler And a winner is what I long to be So I'll gamble for love just as long as I live Till the day Lady Luck smiles at me
You can gamble for match sticks You can gamble for gold The stakes may be heavy or small But if you haven't gambled for love and lost Then you haven't gambled at all
No, if you haven't gambled for love in the moonlight Then you haven't gambled at all
So I'll gamble for love just as long as I live Till the day Lady Luck smiles at me
They call me the moonlight gambler They call me the moonlight gambler
Living In The Material World Composer(s): George Harrison Performer(s): George Harrison
I'm living in the material world Living in the material world
can't say what I'm doing here But I hope to see much clearer after living in the material world
I got born into the material world Getting worn out in the material world Use my body like a car Taking me both near and far Met my friends all in the material world
Met them all there in the material world John and Paul here in the material world Though we started out quite poor We got 'Richie' on a tour Got caught up in the material world
From the Spiritual Sky Such sweet memories have I To the Spiritual Sky How I pray Yes I pray that I won't get lost or go astray
As I'm fated for the material world Get frustrated in the material world Senses never gratified Only swelling like a tide That could drown me in the material world
From the Spiritual Sky Such sweet memories have I To the Spiritual Sky How I pray Yes I pray that I won't get lost or go astray
While I'm living in the material world Not much 'giving' in the material world Got a lot of work to do Try to get a message through And get back out of this material world
I'm living in the material world Living in the material world I hope to get out of this place by the Lord Sri Krsna's Grace My salvation from the material world Big Ending
Moonlight Feels Right Composer(s): Bruce Blackman Performer(s): Starbuck
The wind blew some luck in my direction I caught it in my hands today I finally made a tricky frech connection you winked and gave me your o.k. I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean and drop the top at Chesapeake Bay ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion the moon'll send you on your way Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right We'll lay back and observe the constellations and watch the moon smiling bright I'll play the radio on southern stations 'cause southern belles are hell at night you say you came to Baltimore from Ole Miss a class of '74 gold ring the eastern moon looks ready for a wet kiss to make the tide rise again Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right
We'll see the sun come up on sunday morning and watch it fade the moon away I guess you know I'm giving you a warning 'cause me and moon are itching to play I'll take you on a trip beside the ocean and drop the top at Chesapeake Bay ain't nothing like the sky to dose a potion the moon'll send you on your way Moonlight feels right, moonlight feels right
Meet Me At Mary's Place Composer(s): Sam Cooke Performer(s): Sam Cooke
A friend of mine told me one early mornin' (Over at Mary's place, ho) Said tonight there's gonna be a party goin' on (Over at Mary's place, ho) He said "If you can enjoy a real nice affair (Over at Mary's place, ho) Then you'll make it your business to be right there" (Over at Mary's place, ho)
He said in fact: Meet me (meet me at Mary's place) We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today) Why don't you (meet me at Mary's place) Why don't you meet me (meet me at Mary's place) We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today) Why don't you (meet me at Mary's place, ho)
He said: There's one thing I that want you to know (Over at Mary's place, ho) You're gonna have a good time before you go (Over at Mary's place, ho) He said: There's one more thing that I'm gonna guarantee (Over at Mary's place, ho) Got to have fun if you're a man like me (Over at Mary's place, ho)
If you wanna have fun, meet me (meet me at Mary's place) We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today) Why don't you (meet me at Mary's place) Oh meet me (meet me at Mary's place) We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today) Why don't you (meet me at Mary's place, ho)
If you wanna have a good time (meet me at Mary's place) We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today) Come on and (meet me at Mary's place) Oh, meet me (meet me at Mary's place) We're gonna have (we're gonna have us a ball today) Come on and (meet me at Mary's place, ho)
Living In America ((aka Living With A Hernia (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1986)) Composer(s): Charlie Midnight - Dan Hartman First release by: James Brown - 1985 Covered by multiple other artists
Yeah, uh! Get up, now! Ow! Knock out this!
Super highways, coast to coast easy to get anywhere On the transcontinental overload just slide behind the wheel How does it feel
When there's no destination - that's too far And somewhere on the way you might find out who you are
Living in America - eye to eye, station to station Living in America - hand to hand, across the nation Living in America - got to have a celebration
Rock my soul
Smokestack, fatback many miles of railroad track All night radio, keep on runnin' through your rock 'n' roll soul All night diners keep you awake hey, on black coffee and a hard roll
You might have to walk the fine line you might take the hard line But everybody's working overtime
Living in America - eye to eye, station to station Living in America - hand to hand, across the nation Living in America - got to have a celebration
I live in America, help me out but I live in America wait a minute
You might not be looking for the promised land but you might find it anyway Under one of those old familiar names Like New Orleans (New Orleans) Detroit City (Detroit City), Dallas (Dallas) Pittsburg P.A. (Pittsburg P.A.) New York City (New York City) Kansas City (Kansas City) Atlanta (Atlanta), Chicago and L.A.
Living in America - hit me Living in America - yeah I walk in and out Living in America
I live in America - state lines gonna make the prime, that I live in America - hey I know what it means, I
Living in America - Eddie Murphy, eat your heart out Living in America - hit me, I said now, eye to eye, station to station Living in America - so nice, with your bare self Living in America - I feel good!
Meester Prikkebeen Composer(s): Boudewijn de Groot; L.H. Nijgh Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot
Hij staat in de sneeuw aan de poort van de stad En prikt de dagen van december op z'n hoed Hij fluit z'n pluche lapjeskat Want hij heeft last van muizenissen die nesten maken in z'n baard
Maar 't dier laat hem altijd mooi fluiten 't Dier preekt ernstig voor de vissen Gevallen van een haringkar
Hij lokt de dagen met z'n lied De dagen vliegen, hij blijft staan Waar komt hij vandaan Waar komt hij vandaan Hij koestert de dagen van rood cellofaan Van glitter en watten en sterrenpapier Geen mens kent zijn naam Geen mens kent zijn naam
Meester Prikkebeen Meester Prikkebeen Mensen lopen langs hem heen Hij blijft alleen meester Prikkebeen
Lantaarnopstekers gaan stil door de nacht Hij speelt z'n draailier voor hun harige gezicht Slaap gerust, sluimer zacht Een paladijn met zijn soldaten blijft even luisteren naar hem
Toch blijft z'n schotel leeg, ze lachen Alleen een meisje blijft staan praten Een mager meisje van plezier
Waarom speel jij geen ander lied Je ogen en je mond zijn koud Ik weet geen refrein Ik draag op m'n borsten een sleutel van goud Het licht in m'n oog is een ster die verschiet Zo kan ik niet zijn
Meester Prikkebeen Meester Prikkebeen Mensen lopen langs hem heen Hij blijft alleen meester Prikkebeen
Ze danst in de sneeuw en ze speelt tamboerijn Terwijl de lapjeskat heel stil de passie preekt Het geurt naar brood en warme wijn En in de sneeuwnacht bij de ballen verwachten ze 't nieuwe jaar
De laatste nacht komt aangevlogen De laatste slagen zijn gevallen 'n Vuurpijl spuit de hemel in
En morgen verdwijnen ze over het land Morgen verdwijnen ze over het land Het nieuwe jaar is wijd en groen Een bloemenwei is leeg en groen Nooit zien ze hem weer Nooit zien ze hem weer Wie weet wat de dagen Wie weet wat de dagen dit jaar zullen doen dit jaar zullen doen Zij speelt met de kat Zij speelt met de kat En hij zwaait met zijn hand En hij zwaait met zijn hand Vaarwel en tot ziens Vaarwel en tot ziens Misschien tot ziens Misschien tot ziens
Meester Prikkebeen Meester Prikkebeen Mensen lopen langs hem heen Hij blijft alleen meester Prikkebeen
Living In A Child's Dream Composer(s): Mick Bower Performer(s): The Master's Apprentices
See the windows of the green house, their painted yellow like doors See the child who sits in wonder, at this brightly colored scene See the clown who makes the children laugh, as he spins around and shows them all his tricks Oh how I wish I where a little boy again, living in a child's dream
See the mountains made of ice cream, with cherries doted on their slopes And over there's a chocolate tree trunk ,mint leaves are hanging from the boughs See the clown who makes the children laugh, as he spins around and shows them all his tricks Oh how I wish I where a little boy again living in a child's dream
A land of fairy tales and good things, is all a child will dream all day And while he's young he'll have no reason, to cry for someone gone away See the clown who makes the children laugh, as he spins around and shows them all his tricks Oh how I wish I where a little boy again, living in a child's dream
Mediterraneo Composer(s): Joan Manuel Serrat Performer(s): Joan Manuel Serrat
Quizá porque mi niñez sigue jugando en tu playa y escondido tras las cañas duerme mi primer amor llevo tu luz y tu olor por dondequiera que vaya
y amontonado en tu arena tengo amor, juegos y penas Yo, que en la piel tengo el sabor amargo del llanto enterno que han vertido en ti cien pueblos de Algeciras a Estambul para que pintes de azul sus largas noches de invierno
A fuerza de desvinturas tu alma es profunda y oscura
A tus atardeceres rojos se acostubraron mis ojos como el recodo al camino...
Soy cantor, soy embustero me gusta el juego y el vino Tengo alma de marinero...
Qué le voy a hacer, si yo nací en el Mediterraneo
Y te acercas, y te vas despueés de besar mi aldea Jugando con la marea te vas, pensando en volver Eres como una mujer perfumadita de brea
que se añora y se quiere que se conoce y se teme
Ay, si un día para mi mal viene a buscarme la parca Empujad al mar mi barca con un levante otoñal y dejad que el temporal desguace sus alas blancas
Y a mi enterradme sin duelo entre la playa y el cielo...
En la ladera de un monte más alto que el horizonte Quiero tener buena vista
Mi cuerpo será camino le daré verde a los pinos y amarillo a la genista...
Mediterraneo (Sarà Sarà)
(French & Spanish Versions: Soleil; Soleil Mi Sol)
Composer(s): Gian Guarnieri - G. Manicardi - Antonio Summa
Performer(s): Dalida
Sarà sarà, mediterraneo, sarà sarà la musica sarà
Barche dondolate Flirt di mezza estate Dolce vento d'olio di cocco vedrà Tiepide serate Un whiski e ghiaccio cambierà Sere piene di nuvole Un cameriere verserà Rose e complicità
Sarà sarà Mediterraneo Sarà sarà la musica sarà Dentro di me qualcosa cambierà Chissà domani quale amore resterà Sarà sarà Mediterraneo Sarà sarà la sera al Tropico Un'eco che non si ripeterà Ed una donna che non dira mai Oh mai, mai mai mai mai, oh mai, mai mai mai mai
Libro scritto male Film di carnevale Copre coi fiori coi trucchi coi se Voglie di volare Apiedi nudi ballero Sulla spiaggia che sa di blu E di quell'uomo resterà Sabbia niente di più
Sarà sarà Mediterraneo Sarà sarà la musica sarà Dentro di me qualcosa cambierà Chissà domani quale amore resterà Sarà sarà Mediterraneo Sarà sarà la sera al Tropico Un'eco che non si ripeterà Ed una donna che non dira mai Oh mai, mai mai mai mai, oh mai, mai mai mai mai
Guardo nello specchio Dritto nei miei occhi La mia mente vola lontano da amanti Tinti di rossetti Il corpo è un gatto libero Quante volte ti tradirà Ma senza nomi inutili Solo con verità Sarà sarà
Sarà sarà mediterraneo Sarà sarà la musica sarà Dentro di me qualcosa cambierà Chissà domani quale amore resterà Sarà sarà Mediterraneo Sarà sarà la sera al Tropico Un'eco che non si ripeterà Ed una donna che non dira mai Oh mai, mai mai mai mai, oh mai, mai mai mai mai
Living For The City ((Finnish Version: Liikaa Stadiin (by Kirka) - 1975)) Composer(s): Stevie Wonder First release by: Stevie Wonder - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong moving in the right direction Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha! His father works some days for fourteen hours And you can bet he barely makes a dollar His mother goes to scrub the floors for many And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny Living just enough, just enough for the city... yeah! His sister's black but she is sho'nuff pretty Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy To walk to school she's got to get up early Her clothes are old but never are they dirty Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many His patience's long but soon he won't have any To find a job is like a haystack needle Cause where he lives they don't use colored people Living just enough, just enough for the city... Living just enough... For the city... ooh, ooh (Repeat several times)
His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty He spends his life walking the streets of New York City He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution He tried to vote but to him there's no solution Living just enough, just enough for the city...v yeah,yeah,yeah! I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow This place is cruel no where could be much colder If we don't change the world will soon be over Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city!!!! La, La, La, La, La, La Da Ba Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da Da (Repeat)
Living Doll Composer(s): Lionel Bart First release by: Cliff Richard & The Drifters - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1976 - La' Dem Dog (by Bamses Venner) 1995 - Living Doll (Dutch Version) (by Paul Severs)
Got myself a cryin', talkin', sleepin', walkin', livin' doll Gonna do my best to please her just cos she's a livin' doll Got a rovin' eye and that is why she satisfies my soul Got myself a cryin', sleepin', walkin', livin' doll
Well, take a look at her hair, it's real If you don't believe what I say, just feel I'm gonna lock her up in a trunk so no big hunk Can steal her away from me
Got myself a cryin', talkin', sleepin', walkin', livin' doll Gonna do my best to please her just cos she's a livin' doll Got a rovin' eye and that is why she satisfies my soul I got the one and only walkin', talkin', livin' doll
Medicine Jar Composer(s): Jimmy McCulloch; Colin Allen Performer(s): Wings
What's Wrong With You? I Wish I Knew You Say Time And Tell I Hope That's True There's More To Life Than Blues And Reds I Say, I Know How You Feel Now Your Friends Are Dead
Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar
Now Don't Give Up Whatever You Do You Say Time Will Tell I Hope That's True If You Go Down And Lose Your Head I Say, I Know How You Feel Now Your Friends Are Dead
Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar
Dead On Your Feet ...
What Can I Do? I Can't Let Go You Say Time Will Heal But Very Slow So Don't Forget The Things You Said I Say I Know How You Feel Now Your Friends Are Dead
Dead On Your Feet, You Won't Get Far If You Keep On Sticking Your Hand In The Medicine Jar
Living At The Canterbury Composer(s): Wiedlin Performer(s): The Go-Go's
Okay living in the city Whores outside a-posing Traffic noise a lullaby Skyscapers better than the blue skies We can do what we want We can say what we please We can be who we want Being poor's okay by me Proud I don't have no TV
Living at the Canterbury (My friends think I'm a fool) Living at the Canterbury I guess it's pretty cool
Living at the Canterbury Fighting off the roaches Like being in a dormitory Till rental due approaches (Don't know where we'll get the cash) Spent it all on booze I'm no fool with credit cards It's better not to think Sometimes little I like to think!
Media Vuelta Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez Performer(s): Eydie Gorme and multiple other artists
Te vas porque yo quiero que te vayas a la hora que yo quiera te detengo yo sé que mi cariño te hace falta porque quieras o no yo soy tu dueño
Yo quiero que te vayas por el mundo y quiero que conozcas mucha gente yo quiero que te besen otros labios para que me compares hoy como siempre
Si encuentras un amor que te comprenda y sientas que te quiere más que nadie entonces yo daré la media vuelta y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde entonces yo daré la media vuelta y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde
Si encuentras un amor que te comprenda y sientas que te quiere más que nadie entonces yo daré la media vuelta y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde entonces yo daré la media vuelta y me iré con el sol cuando muera la tarde
