Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Eyes Of A New York Woman Composer(s): Mark James Performer(s): B.J. Thomas
I'll be in New York City When the lights shine bright tonight Where my woman waits for me Arms that hold me tenderly Lips as sweet as honeycomb Love that waits for me alone Deep in the eyes of a New York woman
The eyes of a New York woman Are eyes that can hold a man She swept me off of my feet Made my world seem so complete I'll never have to look for more I found what I've been lookin' for Deep in the eyes of a New York woman
Thought I wasn't ready for the tie that binds But I lost my heart to her when her eyes met mine Now I see her differently I've got to make her mine
So I'll make my home Fun City And let the lights shine bright on me East side cafés, West side plays Uptown, downtown, I'll be there I'll never have to look for more I found what I've been lookin' for Deep in the eyes of a New York woman The eyes of a New York woman Are eyes that can hold a man She swept me off of my feet Made my world seem so complete I'll never have to look for more I found what I've been lookin' for Deep in the eyes of a New York woman
Cat Scratch Fever
Composer(s): Ted Nugent
First release by: Ted Nugent - 1977
Covered by multiple other artists
Well I don't know where they come from But they sure do come I hope they comin' for me And I don't know how they do it But they sure do it good I hope they doin' it for free
They give me cat scratch fever Cat scratch fever
The first time that I got it I was just ten years old I got it from some kitty next foor I went and see the Dr. and He gave me the cure I think I got it some more
They give me cat scratch fever Cat scratch fever
It's nothin dangerous I feel no pain I've got to ch-ch-change You know you got it when you're going insane It makes a grown man cryin' cryin' Won't you make my bed
I make the pussy purr with The stroke of my hand They know they gettin' it from me They know just where to go When they need their lovin man They know I do it for free
The Eyes Of A Child Composer(s): Ron Bloom - Graham Russell Performer(s): Air Supply
When you look to the past for life's long hidden meaning For the dreams and the plans made in your youth Does the thrill to achieve match the warm hidden feeling That lies so still and lives in you
In the eyes of a child there is joy, there is laughter There is hope, there is trust, a chance to shape the future For the lessons of life there is no better teacher Than the look in the eyes of a child
You've found the place to walk the path you've chosen You'll never miss the world you left behind When life gives life, it's happiness unbroken When you give love, it's love you'll find
In the eyes of a child there is joy, there is laughter There is hope, there is trust, a chance to shape the future For the lessons of life, there is no better teacher Than the look in the eyes of a child
In the eyes of a child, there is joy, there is laughter There is hope, there is trust, a chance to shape the future For the lessons of life, there is no better teacher Than the look in the eyes of a child
In the eyes of a child, there is joy, there is laughter There is hope, there is trust, a chance to shape the future For the lessons of life, there is no better teacher Than the look in the eyes of a child
Cat Man
Composer(s): Tex Davis - Gene Vincent
First release by: Gene Vincent and His Blue Caps - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists
Cat Man's a-coming, you better look out Cat Man's a-comin', running about Cat Man's a-comin', lookin' for a girl Better hide your sister man!
"C" is for the crazy hairdo that he wears around "A" is for the arms, that he'll sneak around your waist "T" is for the taste of lips belong to you Cat Man, Cat Man! (Yeah ... git it ... go!)
"M" is for the mean things that this mean man does "A" is for a-lot-of hearts that he has ever broke "N" is for the names of the list you may be on Cat Man, Cat Man! (Rock!)
Cat Man a-lookin' for a woman all day long Ah-better watch out 'cause he is in you midst Ah-better watch out 'cause or you're gonna be kissed Better watch out 'cause he is in you midst Cat Man, Cat Man! (Yeah) Better watch out 'cause I'm the Cat Man Cat Man!
Todos hablan a la vez folis verghet los secretos se revelan sin saber porqué Adónde voy esta vez folis verghet al futuro, a la locura al cine o tus pies Todos quieren saber folis verghet todos buscan una pista cada anochecer Debo reconocer folis verghet hay un tipo en mi cabeza que no se quién es Ya garpé para ver folis verghet los secretos se revelan sin saber por qué
Der Lachende Vagabund ((Dutch Version: De Lachende Vagebond (Bobbejaan Schoepen)) Composer(s): J. Lowe Performer(s): Fred Bertelmann
Tja da da da da da da da da da
Was ich erlebt hab' das kann nur ich erleben Ich bin ein Vagabund Selbst für die Fürsten soll's den grauen Alltag geben Meine Welt ist bunt Meine Welt ist bunt
Tja da da da da da da da da da
Denk' ich an Capri dann denk' ich auch an Tina Sie liebte einen Lord aber als sie mich sah die schöne Signorina lief sie ihm gleich fort Lief sie ihm gleich fort
Tja da da da da da da da da da
Kam ich nach Spanien dann schenkten mir die Wirte dort ohne Geld nichts ein Doch ihre Frau'n die ich am Tag spazieren führte schenkten mir den Wein schenkten mir den Wein
Tja da da da da da da da da da
So lachte mir und so lacht mir auch noch heute immer ein roter Mund Und es gibt keine Stunde die ich je bereute Meine Welt ist bunt meine Welt ist bunt
Cat In The Window
(The Bird In The Sky)
Composer(s): Alan Gordon - Garry Bonner
Performer(s): The Turtles
Fly away, fly away There's a cat in the window And he's watching all the birds go passing by He'd love to fly out the window Go where the wind goes And so would I Like that cat in the window Who keeps wishing for some wings to take a ride I'd love to glide to a rainbow Off where the clouds go dancing by And if I could fly You wouldn't find me hangin' around Watching the birds go by
Yes the cat in the window Has a tear in his eye I should leave today, fly away Why should I stay like the cat in the window Who keeps watching the birds Go by from the window If I could fly though You won't find me Don't even try to
The Express Office (Traditional) Performer(s): Paralee Weddington
The express office opened When an old man worn in years Entered, an' his tear worn face Showed signs of grief an' tears And as the clerk approached him With trembling voice did say I'm looking for my boy, sir He's coming home today
O, you have made a slight mistake For surely you must know This is an express office, sir An' not a town depot An' if your boy is coming home With smile the clerk did say You'll find him with the passengers At the station o'er the way
You do not understand me, sir An' the old man shook his head He's not coming home as a passenger But by express instead He's coming home to Mother An' a tear fell as he said He's coming in his casket, sir He's coming to us dead
Just then a whistle pierced his ear An express train, someone cried The ole man rose in breathless haste And quickly rushed outside An' from the coach a long white box Was lowered to the ground The scenes were most heart rendering To those who stood around
Don't handle it so rough boys It contains our darling Jack He went away, as you boys know See how he's coming back He broke his dear old Mother's heart Her warning has come true She told him he'd be brought back dead When he joined the boys in Blue
Cat Food
Composer(s): Robert Fripp - Ian McDonald - Peter Sinfield
Performer(s): King Crimson
and multiple other artists
Lady Supermarket with an apple in her basket Knocks in the manager's door Grooning to the muzak from a speaker in shoe rack Lays out her goods on the floor Everything she's chosen is conveniently frozen "Eat it and come back for more!"
Lady Window Shopper with a new one in the hopper Whips up a chemical brew Croaking to a neighbour while she polishes a sabre Knows how to flavour a stew Never need to worry with a tin of 'Hurri Curri' "Poisoned especially for you!"
No use to complain If you're caught out in the rain Your mother's quite insane Cat food cat food cat food again
Lady Yellow Stamper with a fillet in a hamper Dying to finish the course Goodies for the table with a fable on the label Drowning in miracle sauce Don't think I am that rude if I tell you that it's cat food "Not even fit for a horse!" Fripp, Sinfield, McDonald
Fogyism Composer(s): Ida Cox Performer(s): Ida Cox
Why do people believe in some old sign? Why do people believe in some old sign? To hear a hoot owl holler, someone is surely dyin'
Some will break a mirror, cry bad luck for seven years Some will break a mirror, cry bad luck for seven years And if a black cat crosses them, they'll break right down in tears
To dream of muddy water, trouble is knockin' at your door To dream of muddy water, trouble is knockin' at your door Your man is sure to leave you, and never return no more
When your man come home evil, tell you you are getting old When your man come home evil, tell you you are getting old That's a true sign he's got someone else bakin' his jelly roll
The Exodus Song (This Land Is Mine) ((Adapted from: Exodus (Ernest Gold) - 1960)) ((French Version: Exodus (Edith Piaf) - 1961)) Composer(s): Ernest Gold - Pat Boone Performer(s): Pat Boone - 1961 and multiple other artists
This land is mine, God gave this land to me This brave and ancient land to me And when the morning sun reveals her hills and plain Then I see a land where children can run free
So take my hand and walk this land with me And walk this lovely land with me Though I am just a man, when you are by my side With the help of God, I know I can be strong
Though I am just a man, when you are by my side With the help of God, I know I can be strong
To make this land our home If I must fight, I'll fight to make this land our own Until I die, this land is mine
Cat Fever
Composer(s): Bill Payne - Lowell George
Performer(s): Little Feat
Livin' in strange dreams Takin' prescribed medication Where will i take me, where will it take me My vision's all marred by a careless Chance visit on the part of me
Cat fever, I got cat fever My breathin is harder sittin in back of the theatre When will he make Forgot about fixin the leak in my faucet What come over me I'll let my dogs loose prayin' that they Will protect me Give me a bullet, one silver bullet I won't let them get me 'cause those Demon figures are after me Cat fever, I got cat fever
Foggy River Composer(s): Fred Rose Performer(s): Don Gibson; and various other artists
Your love is colder than a foggy river Flowing o'er a heart of stone You left me stranded on this foggy river Drifting helpless and alone Can't escape this broken heart of mine There's no freedom anymore Oh heaven help me on this foggy river Help me find the distant shore
There's no tomorrow on this foggy river Only mem'ries linger on A mist of sorrow chills this foggy river Everything I love is gone Always knew some day you'd let me down I've got troubles on my mind I guess I'm doomed to sail this foggy river Till I leave your love behind
Everglades Composer(s): Harlan Howard Performer(s): The Kingston Trio and multiple other artists
He was born and raised around Jacksonville A nice young man not the kind to kill But the jealous fight and a flashing blade Sent him on the run through the Everglades Runnin' like the dog through the Everglades Now the posse went in and they came back out And said he'll die and there ain't no doubt It's an eye for an eye the debt is paid You won't last long in the Everglades A man can't live in the everglades Where a man can hide and never be found And have no fear of the baying hounds But he better keep movin' and don't stand still If the skeeters don't get him in Gatersville If the skeeters don't get him in the Gatersville
Now the years went by and his girl was wed His family gave him up for dead Now and then the natives would say They'd seen him a runnin' through the Everglades Runnin' like the dog through the Everglades Now he never heard the news on the radio He was deep in the glades and he'll never know He's runnin' and a hidin' and didn't make much sense The jury had ruled it was self-defence The jury had ruled it was self-defence Where a man can hide...
Cat Black (The Wizard's Hat) Composer(s): Marc Bolan Performer(s): Marc Bolan & T. Rex
Cat black the wizard's hat Spun in lore from Dagamoor The skull of jade was pearl inlaid The silks, skin spun, repelled the Sun A tusk of boar with dwarfish awe Sobs on the door where stood before A mountain man with sky-blue teeth Upon his head a python's wreath A deer he slew in the dawning's dew Her heart was a dagger for a murderer's brew
A toad of jet on a sill cast in brass Portrayed for his sight mysteries of the past A yellow orphan dancer rich in Nature's costly gold Wept for the jailer of time to bless her old But his kiss he held and shadowed for the spell of nights are strong And spiralled like a whirlwind in the childhood of a song
Cat black the wizard's back Daubed in doom in his tounge tombed room We of the wind must rejoice and speak And kiss all our starbrowed brothers on the cheek
Foggy Notion Composer(s): Sterling Morrison; Lou Reed; Maureen Tucker; Hy Weiss; Doug Yule Performer(s): The Velvet Underground; Downbeat 5; Echo & The Bunnymen; The Modern Lovers; Joe Viglione
She's over by the corner Got her hands by her sides They hit her harder harder harder Till they thought she might die
Well I got a foggy notion, do it again Over by the corner, do it again I got my calomine lotion baby, do it again I got a foggy notion, do it again
She made me do something that I never did before I rushed right down to a flower store I bought her a boundle a beautiful batch Dont't you know something, she sent 'em right back
Sally Mae, Sally Mae, Sally Mae, Sally Mae Sally Mae, Sally Mae, Sally Mae, Sally Mae
Eve Of The War Composer(s): Jeff Wayne Performer(s): Jeff Wayne and multiple other artists
The Coming of the Martians
The Eve Of The War Journalist: No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watch from the timeless worlds of space No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space minds immeasurably superior to our regarded this Earth with envious eyes and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us
At midnite on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling towards us came the first of the missiles that were to bring so much calamity to Earth As I watched, there was another jet of gas it was another missle, starting on its way
And that's how it was for the next the next ten nights A flare, spurting out from Mars - bright green, drawing a green mist behind it - a beautiful, but somehow disturbing sight Ogilvy, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger he was convinced there could be no living thing on that remote, forbidding planet
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said
"The changes of anything coming from Mars are a million to one-but still they come!"
Journalist: Then came the night the first missile approached Earth It was thought to be an ordinary falling star, but the next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a cylinder, thirty yards across, glowing hot... and with faint sounds of movement coming from with
Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape He rushed to the cylinder, but the intense heat stopped him before he could burn himself on the metal
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one," he said
"The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one - but still they come!"
It seems totally incredible to me now that everyone spent that evening as though it were just like any other
From the railway station came the sound of shunting trains, ringing the rumbling, softened almost into melody by the distance
Casual Conversations
Composer(s): Rick Davies - Roger Hodgson
Performer(s): Supertramp
It doesn't matter what I say You never listen anyway Just don't know what you're looking for
Imagination's all I have But ever then you say it's bad Just can't see why we disagree
Casual conversations how they bore me They go on and on endlessly But no matter what I say You ignore me anyway I might as well talk in my sleep (I could weep)
You try to make me feel so small Until there's nothing left at all Why go on? Just hoping that we'll get along
There's no communication left between us But is it me or you who's to blame? There's nothing I can do, yes you're fading out of view Don't know if I feel joy or pain
And now it's all been said If you must leave then go ahead Should feel sad But I really believe that I'm glad Yes I really believe that I'm glad
