Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Cruel War Composer(s): Noel Paul Stookey - Peter Yarrow Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Chad & Jeremy; The Cowsills
The cruel war is raging; Johnny has to fight I want to be with him from morning till night I want to be with him, it grieves my heart so "Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no"
Tomorrow is Sunday, Monday is the day That your captain will call you and you must obey Your captain will call you, it grieves my heart so "Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no"
I'll tie back my hair; men's clothing I'll put on I'll pass as your comrade as we march along I'll pass as your comrade, no one will ever know "Won't you let me go with you?" "No, my love no"
Oh Johnny, oh Johnny, I fear you are unkind I love you far better than all of mankind I love you far better than words can e'er express "Won't you let me go with you?" "Yes, my love yes"
Cardboard California
Composer(s): Howard Greenfield - Neil Sedaka
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Nothing is real in cardboard California Just waking up brings you down One lousy deal is cardboard California You just can't survive in a make believe town
Lost in a city of little tin gods Cold plastic people with phoney facades How can you win when you look at the odds
You're running down a one way street Nobody cares if you survive Sometimes you beg or you don't eat You gotta fight to stay alive Hey, you're never gonna get away
Where 's the world you used to know Where did all the good times go Look around your hopes and dreams are gone But like a fool you still keep hanging on
Come and be a movie star Come and drive a fancy car Come and see, what you really are
Look in the mirror, mirrors don't lie You're getting older, your time's past you by You lost your shot to some younger guy
You're running down a one way street Nobody cares if you survive Sometimes you beg or you don't eat You gotta fight to stay alive Hey, you're never gonna get away
Nothing is real in cardboard California Just waking up brings you down One lousy deal is cardboard California You just can't survive in a make believe town
First In Line Composer(s): Aaron Schroeder; Ben Weisman Performer(s): Elvis Presley
When they gave out eyes like diamonds That would shame the stars that shine My darlin' my darlin' You were the first in line When they gave out lips like honey That hold a new thrill every time My darlin' my darlin' You were the first in line
There may be others That know you longer Who pledge their hearts to you But there's no other Could love you stronger Any stronger than I do Don't refuse me, say you'll choose me I'm yours, oh please be mine My darlin' say Im your darlin' The first, and the last in line
The Crowd Composer(s): Roy Orbison - Joe Melson Performer(s): Roy Orbison
I go out with the crowd, I play the game Pretending out loud but it don't seem the same For the heart of the crowd is gone from sight My part of the crowd is not with me tonight
I remember the prom, every dance with you All the crazy things that we used to do Sometimes we'd wait for a chance And then we'd steal away From the crowd and the dance to our hideaway
Aww, but you're gone and it's not the same old game I fall apart each time I hear your name Guess I'll go along with the crowd, I'll make believe That you'll come back to me, run back to me Hurry back to the crowd a-and me-e-e-e-e
First I Look At The Purse Composer(s): Smokey Robinson; Robert Rodgers Performer(s): The Contours; and various other artists
Some fellas look at the eyes Some fellas look at the nose Some fellas look at the size Some fellas look at the clothes I don't care if her eyes are red I don't care if her nose is long I don't care if she's underfed I don't care if her clothes are worn First I look at the purse! Some fellas like the smiles they wear Some fellas like the legs that's all Some fellas like the style of their hair Want their waist to be small. I don't care if their legs are thin I don't care if their teeth are big I don't care if their hair's a wig Why waste time lookin' at the waistline? First I look at the purse! A woman can be fat as can be kisses sweet as honey But that don't mean a thing to me If you ain't got no money If the purse is fat....that's where it's at Some fellas like the way they walk The way they swing and sway Some fellas like the way they talk Dig the things they say. I don't care if they wobble like a... or talk with a lisp I still think I'm a good lover if the dollar bills are crisp First I look at the purse! First I look at the purse! First I look at the purse! First I look at the purse! I don't care if you got yourself a wrap all I want is your pretty green cash Bought me a suit, bought me a car Want me to look like a hollywood star Money, (Money!) I want money (Money!) Baby, ain't no "why", baby (Money!) I need money! First I look at the purse! First I look at the purse! First I look at the purse! First I look at the purse!
Crow On The Cradle Composer(s): Sidney Lee Carter Performer(s): Jackson Browne and multiple other artists
The sheep's in the meadow The cow's in the corn Now is the time for a child to be born He'll laugh at the moon And cry for the sun And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun Sang the crow on the cradle
And if it should be that this baby's a girl Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl With rings on her fingers And bells on her toes And a bomber above her wherever she goes Sang the crow on the cradle
The crow on the cradle The black and the white Somebody's baby is born for a fight The crow on the cradle The white and the black Somebody's baby is not coming back Sang the crow on the cradle
Your mother and father will sweat and they'll slave To build you a coffin and dig you a grave Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep For we've got a toy that can put you to sleep Sang the crow on the cradle
Bring me my gun, and I'll shoot that bird dead That's what your mother and father once said The crow on the cradle, what can we do Ah, this is a thing that I'll leave up to you Sang the crow on the cradle Sang the crow on the cradle
father once said A crow on the cradle what can we do This is the thing I must leave up to you Sang the crow on the cradle
Carcassonne
Composer(s): Georges Brassens - G. Nadaud
Performer(s): Georges Brassens
"Je me fais vieux, j'ai soixante ans J'ai travaillé toute ma vie Sans avoir, durant tout ce temps Pu satisfaire mon envie Je vois bien qu'il n'est ici-bas De bonheur complet pour personne Mon vu ne s'accomplira pas Je n'ai jamais vu Carcassonne!"
"On voit la ville de la-haut Derrière les montagnes bleues Mais, pour y parvenir, il faut Il faut faire cinq grandes lieues En faire autant pour revenir! Ah ! si la vendange était bonne! Le raisin ne veut pas jaunir Je ne verrai pas Carcassonne!"
"On dit qu'on y voit tous les jours Ni plus ni moins que les dimanches Des gens s'en aller sur le cours En habits neufs, en robes blanches On dit qu'on y voit des châteaux Grands comme ceux de Babylone Un évêque et deux généraux! Je ne connais pas Carcassonne!"
"Le vicaire a cent fois raison C'est des imprudents que nous sommes Il disait dans son oraison Que l'ambition perd les hommes Si je pouvais trouver pourtant Deux jours sur la fin de l'automne... Mon Dieu ! que je mourrais content Après avoir vu Carcassonne!"
"Mon Dieu! mon Dieu! pardonnez-moi Si ma prière vous offense On voit toujours plus haut que soi En vieillesse comme en enfance Ma femme, avec mon fils Aignan A voyagé jusqu'à Narbonne Mon filleul a vu Perpignan Et je n'ai pas vu Carcassonne!"
Ainsi chantait, près de Limoux Un paysan courbé par l'âge Je lui dis: "Ami, levez-vous Nous allons faire le voyage" Nous partîmes le lendemain Mais (que le bon Dieu lui pardonne! Il mourut à moitié chemin Il n'a jamais vu Carcassonne!
First Date, First Kiss, First Love Composer(s): Mary Stovall; Dan Welch Performer(s): Sonny James
First date tonight was our first date We couldn't anticipate emotions we now feel
First kiss Tonight was our first kiss and now we know the bliss that only young love can yield
I've got a funny feeling I've worked hard at concealing But I can't hide this wonderful thrill I kept up a constant chatter pretending nothing matters and I begged my heart to please, please be still
Oh, First love This is our first love Our one and only love our first love and our last
I've got a funny feeling I've worked hard at concealing But I can't hide this wonderful thrill I kept up a constant chatter pretending nothing matters and I begged my heart to please, please be still
Oh, First love This is our first love Our one and only love our first love and our last
The Crippled Lion Composer(s): Michael Nesmith Performer(s): The Monkees
Slowly I walk through the gently falling rain I know that I will never pass this way again Never wondering why Teardrops chafing my eyes
Longing to be where the noted kisses fall Lingering and still, while quietly they tell their all Blue is the color of the sun And nothing stops when everything is done
Now my whole world opens up in different rhymes and tunes With highways making up the verse And then suddenly I see the light of something called the moon And though my path is planned, it's not rehearsed
So I move along to the next thing on the list Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist But I am finally alone And where my foot steps down is where it's home
So I move along to the next thing on the list Knowing full well that some of them just don't exist But I am finally alone And where my foot steps down is where it's home And where my foot steps down is where it's home
Car-Car
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie
Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary; Donovan
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car Take me for a ride in your Car-Car Take me for a ride Take me for a ride Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck Take me for a ride in your truck, mack Take me for a ride, take me for a ride Take me for a ride in your Mac Truck, Mack
Take me for a ride in your Car-Car Take me for a ride in your Car-Car Take me for a ride Take me for a ride Take me for a ride in your Car-Car
Take me for a ride in your car-car Take me for a ride in your car-car Take me for a ride, take me for a ride Take me for a ride in your 3.2 liter Ferrari with torsion bar suspension and those ported venturi carburetors!
First And Second Law Composer(s): Michael Flanders; Donald Swann Performer(s): Flanders & Swann
The First Law of Thermodymamics: Heat is work and work is heat Heat is work and work is heat Very good!
The Second Law of Thermodymamics: Heat cannot of itself pass from one body to a hotter body (scat music starts) Heat cannot of itself pass from one body to a hotter body Heat won't pass from a cooler to a hotter Heat won't pass from a cooler to a hotter You can try it if you like but you far better notter You can try it if you like but you far better notter 'Cos the cold in the cooler with get hotter as a ruler 'Cos the cold in the cooler with get hotter as a ruler 'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler 'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler
First Law: Heat is work and work is heat and work is heat and heat is work Heat will pass by conduction Heat will pass by conduction Heat will pass by convection Heat will pass by convection Heat will pass by radiation Heat will pass by radiation And that's a physical law Heat is work and work's a curse And all the heat in the Universe Is gonna cooool down 'cos it can't increase Then there'll be no more work and there'll be perfect peace Really? Yeah - that's entropy, man!
And all because of the Second Law of Thermodynamics, which lays down: That you can't pass heat from the cooler to the hotter Try it if you like but you far better notter 'Cos the cold in the cooler will get hotter as a ruler 'Cos the hotter body's heat will pass to the cooler Oh, you can't pass heat from the cooler to the hotter You can try it if you like but you'll only look a fooler 'Cos the cold in the cooler will get hotter as a ruler That's a physical Law!
Oh, I'm hot! Hot? That's because you've been working!
Oh, Beatles - nothing! That's the First and Second Laws of Thermodynamics!"
The Happy Wanderer ((German Versions: Der Fröhliche Wanderer (Obernkirchen Children's Choir); Mein Vater War Ein Wandersmann)) Composer(s): Friedrich Sigismund - Friedrich W. Möller - Otto Richter - Johann Michael Anding - Antonio Ridge Performer(s): Frank Weir and multiple other artists
I love to go a-wandering Along the mountain track And as I go, I love to sing My knapsack on my back
Val-deri, Val-dera Val-deri Val-dera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Val-deri, Val-dera My knapsack on my back
I love to wander by the stream That dances in the sun So joyously it calls to me "Come! Join my happy song!"
I wave my hat to all I meet And they wave back to me And blackbirds call so loud and sweet From ev'ry green wood tree
High overhead, the skylarks wing They never rest at home But just like me, they love to sing As o'er the world we roam
Oh, may I go a-wandering Until the day I die! Oh, may I always laugh and sing Beneath God's clear blue sky!
Caravan Petrol
Composer(s): Nisa - Renato Carosone
Performer(s): Renato Carosone; Gege Di Giacomo; Massimo Ranieri
Caravan petrol, caravan petrol
caravan petrol, caravan petrol, caravan ...
M'aggio affittato nu camello
m'aggio accattato nu turbante
nu turbante a' Rinascente
cu o pennacchio rosso e blu ...
Cu u fiasco 'mmano e o tammuriello
cerco o petrolio americano
mentre abballano e beduine
mentre cantano e ttribbù ...
Comme sì bello
a cavallo a stu camello
cu o binocolo a tracolla
cu o turbante e o narghilè ...
Uè, si curiuso
mentre scave stu pertuso
scordatello, nun é cosa
cà o petrolio nun ce sta ...
Allah! Allah! Allah!
ma chi t' ha ffatto fa'?
Comme sì bello
a cavallo a stu camello
cu o binocolo a tracolla
cu o turbante e o narghilè!
Cu o fiasco 'mmano e cu o camello
cu e gguardie annanze e a folla arreto
'rrevutà faccio Tuleto
nun se pò cchiù cammenà ...
Jammo, é arrivato o pazzariello!
s'é travestito 'a Menelicche
mmesca o ppepe cu o ttabbacco ...
chi sarrà st'Alì Babbà?
Comme sì bello
a cavallo a tu camello ...(
Allah! Allah! Allah!
ma chi mm'ha ffatto fa'?
Comme so' bello
a cavallo a stu camello
cu o binocolo a tracolla
cu o turbante e o narghilè!
Fireside Song Composer(s): Tony Banks; Anthony Phillips; Mike Rutherford Performer(s): Genesis
As daybreak breaks the mist upon the earth It came to pass that beauty settled there forever more And as the steam clings close to things to come It came to pass that solid rock did part for humble life
Once upon a time there was confusion Disappointment, fear and disillusion Now there's hope reborn with every morning See the future clearly at its dawning Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness Whilst water slips into the sea The father's sad to see it free
As shadows creep towards their master night It came to pass that trees defied the wind who shook their leaves And as the peace descended all around It came to pass that nature's creatures came to face the world
Once upon a time there was confusion Disappointment, fear and disillusion Now there's hope reborn with every morning See the future clearly at its dawning Forever drifting slowly towards a hazy emptiness Whilst water slips into the sea The father's sad to see it free
Once upon a time there was confusion Disappointment, fear and disillusion Now there's hope reborn with every morning See the future clearly at its dawning
Once upon a time there was confusion Disappointment, fear and disillusion
The Cremation Of Sam McGee Composer(s): Robert W. Service Performer(s): Hank Snow; Johnny Cash
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold The Northern Lights have seen queer sights But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee
Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd "sooner live in hell"
On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee
And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request"
Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan "It's the cursed cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone Yet 'tain't being dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains"
A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee
There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say "You may tax your brawn and brains But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains" Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring Howled out their woes to the homeless snows -- O God! how I loathed the thing
And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin
Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May" And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum"
Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher The flames just soared, and the furnace roared -- such a blaze you seldom see And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee
Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky
I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm"
There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold The Northern Lights have seen queer sights But the queerest they ever did see Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge I cremated Sam McGee
Firenze (Canzone Triste) Composer(s): Ivan Graziani Performer(s): Ivan Graziani
Firenze lo sai non è servita a cambiarla La cosa che ha amato di più è stata l'aria Lei ha disegnato ha riempito cartelle di sogni Ma gli occhi di marmo del colosso toscano guardano troppo lontano
Caro il mio Barbarossa, studente in filosofia Con il tuo italiano insicuro certe cose le sapevi dire Oh lo so, lo so, lo so, lo so bene, lo so Una donna da amare in due in comune fra te e me Ma di tempo c'è ne, in questa città Fottuti di malinconia e di lei
Per questo canto una canzone triste triste triste Triste triste triste, triste triste triste, triste come me E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei Ancora un po' di lei E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei Ancora un po' di lei
Ricordo i suoi occhi strano tipo di donna che era Quando gettò i suoi disegni con rabbia giù da Ponte Vecchio "Io sono nata da una conchiglia" diceva "La mia casa è il mare e con un fiume no, non la posso cambiare"
Caro il mio Barbarossa, compagno di un avventura Certo che se lei se n'è andata no, non è colpa mia Oh lo so, lo so, lo so, la tua vita non cambierà Ritornerai in Irlanda con la tua laurea in filosofia Ma io che farò in questa città? Fottuto di malinconia e di lei
Per questo canto una canzone triste triste triste Triste triste triste, triste triste triste, triste come me E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei Ancora un po' di lei
E non c'è più nessuno che mi parli ancora un po' di lei Ancora un po' di lei
Cowboy In The Continental Suit Composer(s): Marty Robbins Performer(s): Marty Robbins; Chris LeDoux
Well, he walks out in the arena, all dressed up to the brim Said he just came down from a place called Highland Rim Well, he said he came to ride the horse, the one they call The Brute But he didnt look like a cowboy in his continental suit
We sniggered at the way he dressed but he never said a word He walks on by the rest of us as if he hadnt heard A thousand bucks went to the man that could ride this wild cayuse A meaner horse was never born than the one they called The Brute
The horse that he was looking for was in shoot number eight He walked up very slowly, put his hand upon the gate We knew he was a thoroughbred when he pulled a sack of Dukes From the inside pocket of his continental suit
Well, he rolled himself a Quirley and he lit it standing there Blew himself a smoke ring and he watched it disappear We thought he must be crazy when he opened up the gate Standing just inside was fifteen hundred pounds of hate
The buckskin tried to run him down but the stranger was too quick He stepped aside and threw his arms around the horses neck And he pulled himself upon the back of the horse they called The Brute Sat like he was born there in his continental suit
The Brutes hind end was in the air, his front end on the ground Kicking and a-squealing, trying to shake the stranger down But the stranger didnt give an inch, he came to ride The Brute And he came to ride the buckskin in a continental suit
Well, I turned around to look at Jim and he was watching me He said I dont believe the crazy things I think I see But I think I see the outlaw, the one they call The Brute Ridden by a cowboy in a continental suit
The Brute came to a standstill, ashamed that hed been rode By a city cowboy in some continental clothes The stranger took his money then we dont know where he went We dont know where he came from and we havent seen him since
The moral of this story never judge by what they wear Underneath some ragged clothes could be a millionaire Everybody listen, dont be fooled by this galoot This sure enough broke buster in a continental suit
Chico Buarque tiene puestos los anteojos que deje sobre un cuaderno con su rostro iluminando el cuarto algo entrando en la mañana carabelas de la nada carabelas nada
Chocan, se hacen trizas en el aire lo del tango es una idea que me toca aunque no quiera una chica sube a un taxi Caballito, Buenos Aires muere un tipo en Mataderos un disparo en un aguante
Y esto no deja de ser una canción desde el alma sol, que me calma
Hoy pare con la botella todos saben lo difícil que es zafarse de ella ella tiene un par de piernas mas largas que vieras y hace que tu corazón parezca que aun siguiera tango que me hiciste mal y sin embargo te quiero quiero sepultar la vieron a tu vieja con un pan de Hash vendiéndole a los negros en la calle Montparnase
Y esto no deja de ser una canción desde el alma sol, que me calma
