Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Seal Of Seasons Composer(s): Marc Bolan Performer(s): T. Rex
The seal of seasons moved with grace Love Upon the Orkney oceans face Love She swam and moved Just like a prancer A gypsy dancer A salty shimmered shell of foam
Out of the depths she stood before me One breath and shells grew on my nut tree It swayed and swum Just like a prancer A gypsy dancer A salty shimmered shell of foam
Her night it came and then she hooked her head Unto the fleeing sun and then she fled And flew away Just like a prancer A gypsy dancer A salty shimmered shell of foam
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier Who wandered far away and soldiered far away There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won He'd seen the glory and told the story Of battles glorious and deeds neforious But now he's sighing, his heart is crying To leave these green hills of Tyrol Because these green hills are not highland hills Or the island hills, the're not my land's hills And fair as these green foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier Who wandered far away and soldiered far away Sees leaves are falling and death is calling And he will fade away, in that far land He called his piper, his trusty piper And bade him sound a lay... a pibroch sad to play Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside Not on these green hills of Tyrol
And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier Will wander far no more and soldier far no more And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside You'll see a piper play his soldier home He'd seen the glory, he'd told his story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious The bugles cease now, he is at peace now Far from those green hills of Tyrol
Cocaine Composer(s): J.J. Cale Originally performed by: J.J. Cale Covered by various other artists
If you want to hang out, you've got to take her out, cocaine If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine If you got bad news, you want to kick them blues, cocaine When your day is done and you got to run, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine If your thing is gone and you want to ride on, cocaine Don't forget this fact, you can't get it back, cocaine She don't lie, she don't lie, she don't lie, cocaine
Rhymes And Reasons Composer(s): John Denver Performer(s): John Denver; Peter, Paul and Mary
So you speak to me in sadness
and the coming of the winter fear that is within you now that seems to never end and the dreams that have escaped you and the hope that you've forgotten and you tell me that you need me now and you want to be my friend and you wonder where we're going, where's the rhyme, where's the reason and it's you cannot accept it is here we must begin to seek the wisdom of the children and the graceful way of flowers in the wind For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day Like the music of the mountains and the colours of the rainbow they're a promise of the future and the blessing for today Though the cities start to crumble and the towers fall around us the sun is slowly fading and it's colder than the sea it is written: From the desert to the mountains they shall lead us by the hand and by the heart they will comfort you and me In their innocence and trusting, they will teach us to be free For the children and the flowers are my sisters and my brothers their laughter and their loveliness would clear a cloudy day And the song that I am singing is a prayer to unbelievers come and stand beside us we can find a better way
The Scotsman Composer(s): Mike Cross Performer(s): Bryan Bowers and multiple other artists
Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt left a bar one evening fair And one could tell by how he walked that he'd drunk more than his share He fumbled 'round until he could no longer keep his feet And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh Ring di diddly ay oh And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
About that time two young and lovely girls just happend by One says to the other with a twinkle in her eye "See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built? I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt!"
Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh Ring di diddly ay oh And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
They crept up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be Lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see And there, behold, for them to view beneath his Scotish skirt Was nothin' more than God had graced him with upon his birth
Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh Ring di diddly ay oh And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
They marvelled for a moment, then one said: "We must be gone Let's leave a present for our friend before we move along" As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon tied into a bow Around the bonnie star the Scot's kilt did lift and show
Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh Ring di diddly ay oh And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Now the Scotsman woke to nature's call, and stumbled towards the trees Behind the bush he lifts his kilt, and gawks at what he sees And in a startled voice he says, to what's before his eyes "Oh, lad I don't know where ye been, but I see ye won first prize!"
Ring ding diddle iddle ay dee oh Ring di diddly ay oh And he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street
Coca Cola Cowboy Composer(s): Sam Atchley; Bud Dain; Steve Dorff; Sandy Pinkard Performer(s): Mel Tillis
I called collect on the phone You say you're tired and alone But it sounds like someone else is lying there She said don't call me no more Don't you knock on my door It's too late now, and I know you'll never change She said....
You're just a Coca Cola cowboy You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair But you walked across my heart like it was Texas And you taught me how to say I just don't care
She said just leave me alone And let me hang up this phone 'Cause he'll see me cry, and think I still love you Please don't call me no more I changed the locks on my door It's time you understood that we are through
She said.... You're just a Coca Cola cowboy You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair But you walked across my heart like it was Texas And you taught me how to say I just don't care
She said... You're just a Coca Cola cowboy You got an Eastwood smile, and Robert Redford hair But you walked across my heart like it was Texas And you taught me how to say I just don't care
Rhumboogie Composer(s): Hughie Prince; Don Raye Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters; and various other artists
All Harlem's got a brand new rhythm And it's burning up the dance floors Because it's so hot They took a little rhumba rhythm And they added boogie-woogie And-a look what they've got
Rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woogie It's Harlem's new creation With a Cuban syncopation It's a killer
Rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woogie The native rhythm haunts you It's barbaric and it taunts you It's a killer
Just plant your both feet on each side Let both your hips and shoulders glide Then throw your body back and ride There's nothing like...
Rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woogie In Harlem or Havana You can kiss the old Savanna It's a killer
Oh, beat me daddy, eight-to-the-bar
Rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woo-oogie It's Harlem's new creation With a Cuban syncopation It's a killer
Rhumboogie Rhu-umboogie-woo-oogie The native rhythm haunts you It's barbaric and it taunts you It's a killer
Just plant you toes and both feet on the side Let both your hips and shoulders glide Then throw your body back and ride Think a little of The rhumba The boogie The woogie Then put them Both all together You have rhumboogie...
Then all together sing rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woogie Rhumboogie In Harlem or Havana It'll kiss the old Savanna It's a killer It's a killer this rhumboogie
Rhumboogie Rhumboogie Rhumboogie-woogie-woogie-woogie-woogie Do-do-do-do-diddleyada-do-diddleyada-do-do-dee There's nothing like rhumboogie!
Doe Dat Nog Een Keertje Met Mij ((Adapted from: Do That To Me One More Time (Captain & Tennille) - 1979)) ((Finnish Version: Tee Se Vielä Uudestaan (Mona Carita) - 1980)) Composer(s): Toni Tennille - Christill Performer(s): Frank Galan & Sandra Kim - 1997
Doe dat nog een keertje met mij Eén keer is niet genoeg met iemand als jij Doe dat nog een keertje met mij Want ik krijg nooit genoeg van iemand als jij Streel me zoals je net deed Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij
Zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij Eén keer is niet genoeg wat jij me net zei Zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij Want ik hoor het niet genoeg ook al zit je dichtbij Zeg die woorden nog eens zoals je net deed Oh liefste, zeg dat nog een keertje aan mij
Doe dat nog een keertje met mij Eén keer is niet genoeg met iemand als jij Doe dat nog een keertje met mij Want ik krijg nooit genoeg van iemand als jij Streel me zoals je net deed Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij Ohohoh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij Oh liefste, doe dat nog een keertje met mij...
Aos quatro cantos o seu corpo Partido Banido Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos Seus cacos De vidro O seu veneno incomodando A tua honra O teu verão Presta atenção
Aos quatro cantos suas tripas De graça De sobra Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos Deus cacos De cobra O seu veneno arruinando A tua filha A plantação Presta atenção
Aos quatro cantos seus ganidos Seu grito Medonho Aos quatro ventos os seus quartos Seus cacos De sonho O seu veneno temperando A tua veia O teu feijão Presta atenção Presta atenção Presta atenção Presta atenção Presta atenção
Well, I'm the same old girl that I used to be I haven't changed at all Same old walk, same old talk That would run you up the wall Same old face, same old smile Same old baby blues And I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby I'm still the girl for you
I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby I can't seem to quit If my mama catches us doin' the Rhumba My mama would just a-pitch a fit But I can't help myself It's much bigger than me If I were you, I would hang onto A Rhumba girl like me
Well, there's lotsa girls on a Florida night With a lot slicker steps than me The Boogaloo, the Funky Broadway Are such a pretty sight to see My step might be old-fashioned But that's just fine with me Cause I got a couple of Rhumba steps That I think you'd like to see
I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby I can't seem to quit If my mama catches us doin' the Rhumba My mama would just a-pitch a fit But I can't help myself It's much bigger than me If I were you, I would hang onto A Rhumba girl like me
Well, I'm the same old girl that I used to be I haven't changed at all Same old walk, same old talk That would run you up the wall Same old face, same old smile Same old baby blues And I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby I'm still the girl for you
I'm still doin' the Rhumba, baby I can't seem to quit If my mama catches us doin' the Rhumba My mama would just a-pitch a fit But I can't help myself It's much bigger than me If I were you, I would hang onto A Rhumba girl like me
The Scooby-Doo Dynomutt Hour Composer(s): William Hanna - Joseph Barbera - Hoyt Curtin Performer(s): The HB Orch.
We got it all together for a brand new show Scooby Doo and Dynomutt, away we go! While Scooby Doo is haunted by a spooky ghost Dynomutt is doin' what he does the most!
They make a super pair, with a super show to share Scooby Doo and Dynomutt!
They make a super pair, with a super show to share Scooby Doo and Dynomutt!
Coat Of Many Colors Composer(s): Dolly Parton Performer(s): Dolly Parton and various other artists
Back through the years I go wonderin' once again Back to the seasons of my youth I recall a box of rags that someone gave us And how my momma put the rags to use There were rags of many colors Every piece was small And I didn't have a coat And it was way down in the fog Momma sewed the rags together Sewin' every piece with love She made my coat of many colors That I was so proud of As she sewed, she told a story From the bible, she had read About a coat of many colors Joseph wore and then she said Perhaps this coat will bring you Good luck and happiness And I just couldn't wait to wear it And momma blessed it with a kiss
Chorus:
My coat of many colors That my momma made for me Made only from rags But I wore it so proudly Although we had no money I was rich as I could be In my coat of many colors My momma made for me
So with patches on my britches Holes in both my shoes In my coat of many colors I hurried off to school Just to find the others laughing And making fun of me In my coat of many colors My momma made for me
And oh I couldn't understand it For I felt I was rich And I told them of the love My momma sewed in every stitch And I told 'em all the story Momma told me while she sewed And how my coat of many colors Was worth more than all their clothes
But they didn't understand it And I tried to make them see That one is only poor Only if they choose to be Now I know we had no money But I was rich as I could be In my coat of many colors My momma made for me Made just for me
Rhinestone Cowboy Composer(s): Larry Weiss Performer(s): Glen Campbell
I've been walkin' these streets so long Singin' the same old song I know every crack in these dirty sidewalks of Broadway Where hustle's the name of the game And nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain There's been a load of compromisin' On the road to my horizon But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo Like a rhinestone cowboy Getting cards and letters from people I don't even know And offers comin' over the phone
Well, I really don't mind the rain And a smile can hide all the pain But you're down when you're ridin' the train that's takin' the long way And I dream of the things I'll do With a subway token and a dollar tucked inside my shoe There'll be a load of compromisin' On the road to my horizon But I'm gonna be where the lights are shinin' on me
Like a rhinestone cowboy Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo Rhinestone cowboy Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know And offers comin' over the phone
Like a rhinestone cowboy Riding out on a horse in a star-spangled rodeo
Rhinestone cowboy Gettin' cards and letters from people I don't even know
Coal Tattoo Composer(s): Billy Edd Wheeler Originally performed by: The Kingston Trio Covered by various other artists
Travelin' down that coaltown road Listen to those rubber tires whine Goodbye to Buckeye and White Sycamore I'm leavin' you behind I've been a coal man all my life Layin' down track in the hole Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind Blood veins blue as the coal Somebody said "That's a strange tattoo You have on the side of your head" I said "That's a blue print, left by the coal Just a little more and I'd be dead" And I love the rumble and I love the dark I love the cool of the slate But it's on down the new road lookin' for a job It's the travelin' and lookin' I hate I've stood for the union, walkin' the line Fought against the company Stood for the U. M. W. of A. Now who's gonna stand for me? I got no house and I got no pay Just got a worried soul And this blue tattoo on the side of my head Left by the number nine coal Someday when I'm dead and gone To Heaven, the land of my dreams I won't have to worry on losin' my job To bad times 'n big machines I ain't gonna pay my money away For pensions and hospital plans I'm gonna pick coal where the blue heavens roll And sing with the angel bands
Well, I was born a coal miner's daughter In a cabin on a hill in Butcher Holler We were poor, but we had love That's the one thing that daddy made sure of He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar
My daddy worked all night in the Vanleer coal mine All day long in the field a-hoin' corn Mommie rocked the babies at night And read the Bible by the coal-oil light And ever'thing would start all over come break of morn'
Daddy loved and raised eight kids on a miner's pay Mommie scrubbed our clothes on a washboard ever' day Why, I've seen her fingers bleed To complain there was no need She'd smile in Mommie's understanding way
In the summertime we didn't have shoes to wear But in the wintertime we'd all get a brand new pair From a mail order catalog Money made from sellin' a hog Daddy always managed to get the money somewhere
Yeah!, I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter I remember well - the well where I drew water The work we done was hard At night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired I never thought of ever leaving Butcher Holler
Well, a lot of things have changed since way back then And it's so good to be back home again Not much left but the floor Nothing lives here anymore Except the mem'ries of a coal miner's daughter