Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Grand Illusion Composer(s): Dennis DeYoung Performer(s): Styx
Welcome to the Grand illusion Come on in and see what's happening Pay the price, get your tickets for the show The stage is set, the band starts playing Suddenly your heart is pounding Wishing secretly you were a star
But don't be fooled by the radio The TV or the magazines They show you photographs of how your life should be But they're just someone else's fantasy So if you think your life is complete confusion Because you never win the game Just remember that it's a Grand illusion And deep inside we're all the same We're all the same...
So if you think your life is complete confusion Because your neighbors got it made Just remember that it's a Grand illusion And deep inside we're all the same We're all the same...
America spells competition, join us in our blind ambition Get yourself a brand new motor car Someday soon we'll stop to ponder what on Earth's this spell we're under We made the grade and still we wonder who the hell we are
C'era Un Ragazzo Che Come Me Amava I Beatles E I Rolling Stones
C'era Un Ragazzo Che Come Me Amava I Beatles E I Rolling Stones
((Portuguese Version: Era Um Garoto Que Como Eu Amava Os Beatles E Os Rolling Stones (Os Incríveis) - 1967))
Composer(s): Mauro Lusini - Francesci Migliacci
First release by: Gianni Morandi - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists
C'era un ragazzo che come me amava i Beatles e i Rolling Stones girava il mondo, veniva da gli Stati Uniti d'America Non era bello ma accanto a sé aveva mille donne se cantava «Help» e «Ticket to ride» o «Lady Jane» o «Yesterday» Cantava «Viva la libertà» ma ricevette una lettera la sua chitarra mi regalò fu richiamato in America Stop! coi Rolling Stones! Stop! coi Beatles Stop! Gli han detto vai nel Vietnam e spara ai Vietcong... Ta ta ta ta ta... C'era un ragazzo che come me amava i Beatles e i Rolling Stones girava il mondo, ma poi finì a far la guerra nel Vietnam Capelli lunghi non porta più non suona la chitarra ma uno strumento che sempre dà la stessa nota ratatata Non ha più amici, non ha più fans vede la gente cadere giù nel suo paese non tornerà adesso è morto nel Vietnam Stop! coi Rolling Stones! Stop! coi Beatles Stop! Nel petto un cuore più non ha ma due medaglie o tre... Ta ta ta ta ta...
Forget Me Never Composer(s): Fred Wise; Ben Weisman Performer(s): Elvis Presley
If I should go, forget me never Please say that you'll remember me I pray the dreams we share together Will shine on in your memory
Each time a star falls out of heaven It leaves the sky a deeper blue So if we part, forget me never And don't forget my love for you And don't forget my love for you
The Grand Hotel (Traditional) Performer(s): Mad Pudding
There's a place in Vancouver you all know so well It's a place where they keep rot-gut whiskey to sell They also keep boarders and keep them like hell And the name of the place is the Grand Hotel
In the Grand Hotel when the loggers come in It's amusing to see the proprietor grin He knows they've got money, he'll soon have it all "Come on, boys, have a drink!" you will hear Tommy call
Oh, the bartender laughs as the money rolls in They drink beer and whiskey, champagne, rum and gin Till they all get so boozy they can't drink no more And the loggers lay scattered all over the floor
"Four bits for your bed, though you slept on the floor And the breakfast you missed, that will be four bits more And a four dollar meal ticket good at the bar And a pass back to camp on the old Cassiar"
There's a place in Vancouver you all know so well It's a place where they keep rot-gut whiskey to sell They also keep boarders and keep them like hell And the name of the place is the Grand Hotel
Central Park Arrest
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul
First release by: Thunderthighs - 1974
I was walking through the park Looking for strangers There was something in the dark Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo Then I jumped back in a fright Was there a danger? I knew something wasn't right Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo
Come out, I know that you're there I have a gun, so you'd better beware
Stop, in the name of the law If you want, you have the right to protest Stop, in the name of the law But this is the Central Park Arrest
Didn't know what I should do She was on patrol Was there one or was there two Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo I felt something coming near Losing her control Then I shot out in the air Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo, doo, doo-doo
Come out, I know that you're there I have a gun, so you'd better beware
Stop, in the name of the law If you want, you have the right to protest Stop, in the name of the law But this is the Central Park Arrest
Forget Him Composer(s): Tony Hatch Performer(s): Bobby Rydell; and various other artists
(Forget him, Forget him)
Forget him, if he doesn't love you Forget him, if he doesn't care Don't let him tell you that he wants you 'Cause he can't give you love which isn't there
Oh, little girl, he's never dreaming of you He'll break your heart, you wait and see So don't you cry now, just tell him goodbye now Forget him and please come home to me
(Forget him, if he doesn't love you) (Forget him, if he doesn't care) Don't let him tell you that he wants you 'Cause he can't give you love which isn't there
Oh, little girl, he's never dreaming of you He'll break your heart, you wait and see So don't you cry now, just tell him goodbye now Forget him and please come home to me
No, don't you cry now Better tell him, goodbye now Forget him, and please come home to me
The Grammy Composer(s): Carl Wilson - Myrna Smith Performer(s): Carl Wilson
You invite me to pick up my award After all the time I've been out here My music is still the same Why is it just now getting there? Wonder why this one got such play? Wonder why all the fuss is made? Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round
Who's the judge of this anyway? My music said what I had to say Who decides if it's wrong or right? The authority with such insite? Wonder why this one got such play? Wonder why all the fuss is made? Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round
We thought you wanted to be a star You worked so hard to get this far You played all the small time scenes We just wanted to fulfill your dreams You won a grammy, you won a grammy You won a grammy, you won a grammy
Don't think I want to be bothered at all Maybe I'll just give them a call I won't go through pomp and circumstance Anyway, my music isn't fancy You invite me to share my fame I've decided not to play your game Now the turntables goin' 'round and 'round
Patsy Composer(s): Barry Mann; Jack Bulterman; Larry Kolber Performer(s): Rein De Vries
Vlak bij de haven staan heel oude huizen Somber en donker, bouwvallig en koud Daar woont een meisje, ze noemen haar Patsy Zij is het meisje dat veel van me houdt
Kaal en versleten zijn Patsy haar kleren Ondanks die kleren hoort Patsy bij mij Thuis wil geen mens van m'n meisje iets weten Toch gaat m'n liefde voor haar nooit voorbij
Patsy, 'k hoor toch bij jou Nooit wil 'k een ander als vrouw Ook al woon je in 'n krot Met de huisdeur kapot Je weet toch hoeveel 'k van je hou
Iedere nacht lig ik rust'loos te dromen 'k Zie hoe je wacht in die sombere straat Denkend dat ik niet meer bij je zal komen Maar als ik kom is 't misschien al te laat
Laatst vroeg een buurman heel zachtjes aan vader "Ken jij die Patsy, ze kwam wel eens hier 't Meisje is droef aan haar einde gekomen Gisteren vond men haar in de rivier"
Patsy, 'k hoor toch bij jou Nooit wil 'k een ander als vrouw M'n geluk is voorbij Jij bent niet meer bij mij Patsy, straks kom ik bij jou
Forget Domani Composer(s): Norman Newell; Riz Ortolani Performer(s): Frank Sinatra; and various other artists
Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes
Domani, forget domani Let's live for now and anyhow who needs domani? The moonlight, let's share the moonlight Perhaps together we will never be again
Ah, che luna, oh, che mare With such a moon and such a sea and you and me I get so dizzy when you're standing near It's not the music that you hear My heart is beating like a jungle drum Let's take the minutes as they speed away And hope it's true what people say "When you're in love, tomorrow never comes"
Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes Domani,* madonne *, domani! With such a moon and such a sea and you and me Let's take the minutes as they speed away And hope it's true what people say "When you're in love tomorrow never comes"
Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes Oh, let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow Let's forget about tomorrow for tomorrow never comes Oh, let's forget about tomorrow
The Gospel Of No Name City Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - André Previn Performer(s): Alan Dexter
You wanna see sin of the wickedest kind? Here it is! You wanna see virtue left behind? Here it is! Sodom was vice And visa-versa You wanna say where the vice is worser? Here it is! I mean, here it is!
You wanna live life in the rottenest city? Here it is! Women and whiskey, night and day? Here it is! You wanna embrace the golden calf? Ankle, and thigh, and upper half? Here it is! I mean, here it is!
No name city No name city The Lord don't like it here
No name city No name city Your reckoning day is near
No name city No name city Here's what he's gonna do
God love this town And swallow it down And goodbye to you
Will you go to heaven? Will you go to hell? Either repent, or fare thee well
God will take care of no name city Comes the end, and it won't be pretty Here it is! I mean, here it is!
Mei Alde Is' Im Playboy Drin
((Adapted from: Centerfold (The J. Geils Band) - 1981))
Composer(s): Seth Justman
Performer(s): J.B.O.
Es ist wahr, ich schwör' es euch - glaubt mir, ich hab's erlebt Sie war ja so ein Engel, ich war ja so verliebt Eines Tages schaute ich - ich bin ja nur ein Mann Eins von diesen schönen, bunten Busenheftchen an Ich schlug auch gleich die Mittelseite auf, um mich anzuregen Da schaut mir doch ich werd' verrückt - mein Engel nackt entgegen
Ich glaub' ich spinn'! Verraten und verkauft ich bin! Mei Alde is' im Playboy drin!
Sie war so rein und anständig und quatschte von Moral Sie einmal ins Bett zu kriegen, das war die reinst Qual Und wenn sie dann doch einmal in meinen Armen lag Dann herrschte immer Dunkelheit, ja selbst am hellen Tag Und jetzt - was ist? - da zeigt sie ihre nackten Titten Im Playboy, jeder kann es seh'n, auf der Seid'n in der Midd'n
Nah nah nanananah nananananananananananananah...
Rache! - schwör' ich und sag' mir: Was die kann, kann ich auch! Ich hol' mir jetzt 'ne Polaroid und knipse meinen Bauch (und mehr!) Im Hause ist zu wenig Licht, drum geht's in die Natur Der Schniedel glänzt im Sonnenlicht - es fehlt das Puder nur Ist egal, ich will ja nur meine Freundin schocken Doch zwei Wochen später, da haut's mich von den Socken
Ich glaub' ich spinn'! Verraten und verkauft ich bin! Der Veit is' jetzt im Playgirl drin! Ich bin jetzt im Playgirl drin! Nah nah nanananah nananananananananananananah...
The Golden Rule Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
I wouldn't be glad wouldn't be sad I wouldn't be good if I knew what I could And I hate to go But I must you know Duty calls Niagara Falls See it go down As it falls on the ground And gets up again At the count of ten I would like everyone here to repeat after me Something of which I know nothing about Namely that which I will tell you (That which I will tell you) I'm going to school breaking a rule I'm going around in a pitiful frown 'Cause I didn't pass (came) Bottom of the class (Oh! what a shame) Teacher was mad So was me dad Took off his belt And without any help Really hit me hard Where I'd stuck a card Thick I may be but a fool I am certainly not Always remember the golden rule When in no doubt get a car out And while you're there how about... Fetching me one of those pneumatic drills Boy! I really love the sound that they make So good for the pains and aches of life in general Don't be such a miser At the most a fiver is all you pay Many's the time I have wondered about what it is I want you all to repeat after me Something I know you know I know Something I know you know I know I wouldn't behold wouldn't be cold I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my Dear old mum and dad And the fun they had Early one night Dad put out the light Got hold of me mum Said he wanted a son And as you can see The result was me Somebody told me once money does not grow on trees Well if that's true then how do you explain Apples oranges and lemons Not forgetting melons
Centerfold
((German Version: Mei Alde Is' Im Playboy Drin (J.B.O.))
Composer(s): Seth Justman
First release by: The J. Geils Band - 1981
Covered by multiple other artists
Does she walk? Does she talk? Does she come complete? My homeroom homeroom angel Always pulled me from my seat
She was pure like snowflakes No one could ever stain The memory of my angel Could never cause me pain
Years go by I'm lookin' through a girly magazine And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between
My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold
Slipped me notes under the desk While I was thinkin' about her dress I was shy I turned away Before she caught my eye
I was shakin' in my shoes Whenever she flashed those baby-blues Something had a hold on me When angel passed close by
Those soft and fuzzy sweaters Too magical to touch Too see her in that negligee Is really just too much
My blood runs cold My memory has just been sold My angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold Angel is the centerfold
It's okay I understand This ain't no never-never land I hope that when this issue's gone I'll see you when your clothes are on
Take you car, Yes we will We'll take your car and drive it We'll take it to a motel room And take 'em off in private
A part of me has just been ripped The pages from my mind are stripped Oh no, I can't deny it Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it!
Forever's As Far As I'll Go Composer(s): Mike Reid Performer(s): Alabama; The Sultans
I'll admit I could feel it The first time that we touched And the look in your eyes Said you felt as much But I'm not a man Who falls so easily It's best that you know Where you stand with me
I will give you my heart Faithful and true And all the love it can hold That's all I can do But I've thought about How long I'll love you And it's only fair that you know Forever's as far as I'll go
When there's age around my eyes And gray in your hair And it only takes a touch to recall The love we've shared I won't take for granted You'll know my love is true Each night in your arms I will whisper to you
I will give you my heart Faithful and true And all the love it can hold That's all I can do But I've thought about How long I'll love you And it's only fair that you know Forever's as far as I'll go Forever's as far as I'll go
The Golden Rocket Composer(s): Hank Snow First recording/First release by: Hank Snow (The Singing Ranger) and His Rainbow Ranch Boys - 1950 Covered by multiple other artists
Board! From old Montana down to Alabam Ive been before and Ill travel again You trifling women cant keep a good man down Youve dealt the cards but you missed the play So hit the road and be on your way Gonna board the Golden Rocket and leave this town
I was a good engine a-runnin on time But baby Im switchin to another line So honey, never hang your single out for me Im tired of running on the same old track Bought a one way ticket and I wont be back This Golden Rocket is gonna roll my blues away
Hear that lonesome whistle blow Thats your cue and by now you know That Ive got another true love waitin in Tennessee This midnight special is burning the rails So woman dont try to follow my trail This Golden Rocket is gonna roll my blues away
Hear her thunder on through the night This Golden Rocket is a-doin me right That sunny old southland sure is a part of me Now from your call-board erase my name Your fire done went out you done lost your flame And this Golden Rocket is a-rollin my blues away
That old conductor he seemed to know Youve done me wrong I was feeling low For he yelled aloud were over that Dixon Line The Brakeman started singin a song Said Youre worried now, but it wont be long This Golden Rocket is leavin your blues behind
Then the Porter yelled with his southern drawl Lets rise and shine Good mornin you all And I sprang to my feet to greet the newborn day When I kissed my baby in the station door That whistle blew like it never before On the Golden Rocket that rolled my blues away
Centerfield
((Finnish Version: Vasen Pakki (Moogetmoogs) - 1993))
Composer(s): John Fogerty
First release by: John Fogerty - 1985
Well, beat the drum and hold the phone the sun came out today! We're born again, there's new grass on the field A-roundin' third and headed for home it's a brown-eyed handsome man Anyone can understand the way I feel
Oh, put me in, Coach ~ I'm ready to play today! Put me in, Coach ~ I'm ready to play today Look at me, I can be Centerfield
Well, I spent some time in the Mudville Nine watchin' it from the bench You know I took some lumps when the Mighty "Case" struck out So, say Hey Willie, Tell Ty Cobb and Joe DiMaggio Don't say "It ain't so", you know the time is now
Oh, put me in, Coach ~ I'm ready to play today! Put me in, Coach ~ I'm ready to play today Look at me, I can be Centerfield
Yeah! I got it! I got it!!
Got a beat-up glove, and a homemade bat and a brand new pair of shoes You know I think it's time to give this game a ride Just to hit the ball and touch 'em all ~ a moment in the sun: {Pop!} It's gone and you can tell that one good-bye!
Oh, put me in, Coach ~ I'm ready to play today! Put me in, Coach ~ I'm ready to play today Look at me, I can be Centerfield.
Oh, put me in, Coach ~ I'm ready to play today! Put me in, Coach ~ I'm ready to play today Look at me, I can be Centerfield
Forever Young Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): The Band; and various other artists
May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the stars And climb on every rung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young
May you grow up to be righteous May you grow up to be true May you always know the truth And see the lights surrounding you May you always be courageous Stand upright and be strong May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young
May your hands always be busy May your feet always be swift May you have a strong foundation When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful May your song always be sung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young
The Golden Road (To Unlimited Devotion) Composer(s): Jerry Garcia - Bill Kreutzmann - Philip Lesh - Ron McKernan - Bob Weir First release by: The Grateful Dead - 1967
See that girl barefooting along Whistling and singing, she's a-carrying on Got laughing in her eyes Dancing in her feet She's a neon diamond She can live on the street
Hey, hey, come right away Come and join the party Every day Hey, hey, come right away Come and join the party every day
Well, everybody's dancing in a ring around the sun Nobody's finished, we ain't even begun So take off your shoes, child And take off your hat Try on your wings And find out where it's at
Hey, hey, come right away Come and join the party Every day Hey, hey, come right away Come and join the party every day
Take a vacation, fall out for a while Summer's coming in and it's going out in style Well, lie down smoking, honey Have yourself a ball 'Cause your mother's down in Memphis Won't be back till the fall
Hey, hey, come right away Come and join the party Every day Hey, hey, come right away Come and join the party every day
Cent Ans De Plus Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Cent ans dans la peau de l'esclave Et juste après cent ans de plus Chercher des miettes sous les tables Avant que les blancs ne marchent dessus Dormir sur des paquets de planches Chanter seulement le dimanche Tu vois la femme noire Dans le rôle de la bonne Avec tout à côté Tout tordu son bonhomme Après ça faut pas que tu t'étonnes
C'est Eux qui ont fait Eux qui ont fait Son House et Charlie Patton Howlin' Wolf et Blind Lemon
Bien rouge le sang de l'Afrique Sur la jolie fleur du coton La toute nouvelle Amérique La belle démocratie "Welcome" Bateaux déportant les villages Au bout de l'immense voyage Gravé dans la mémoire Pour des années-lumière Chaque larme d'ivoire Chaque collier de fer Après ça faut pas que tu t'étonnes
C'est Eux qui ont fait Eux qui ont fait Son House et Charlie Patton Howlin' Wolf et Blind Lemon
Toujours plaire aux marchands de fantômes Elle qu'on achète et lui que l'on donne Naître avec la peine maximum Toujours vivant dans ce que nous sommes Peuple interdit du reste des hommes Cherchant le bleu de l'ancien royaume Eux qui ont fait faut pas que ça t'étonne
Son House et Charlie Patton Blind Blake et Willie Dixon Ma Rainey et Robert Johnson Howlin' Wolf et Blind Lemon... Son House et Charlie Patton
