Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Things Behind The Sun Composer(s): Nick Drake First release by: Nick Drake - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Please beware of them that stare They'll only smile to see you while Your time away And once you've seen what they have been To win the earth just won't seem worth Your night or your day Who'll hear what I say Look around you find the ground Is not so far from where you are But not too wise For down below they never grow They're always tired and charms are hired From out of their eyes Never surprise
Take your time and you'll be fine And say a prayer for people there Who live on the floor And if you see what's meant to be Don't name the day or try to say It happened before
Don't be shy you learn to fly And see the sun when day is done If only you see Just what you are beneath a star That came to stay one rainy day In autumn for free Yes, be what you'll be Please beware of them that stare They'll only smile to see you while Your time away And once you've seen what they have been To win the earth just won't seem worth Your night or your day Who'll hear what I say
Open up the broken cup Let goodly sin and sunshine in Yes that's today And open wide the hymns you hide You find reknown while people frown At things that you say But say what you'll say About the farmers and the fun And the things behind the sun And the people round your head Who say everything's been said And the movement in your brain Sends you out into the rain
Things Are Changing Composer(s): Brian Wilson - Phil Spector Performer(s): Jay & The Americans and multiple other artists
Girls, have you got the kind of man everyone looks up to? Well, if you don't, listen; I'll tell you what to do Get your man, take him by the hand, and come on here to me I'm here to tell you about equal opportunity
There was a time when the world was fickle And it may have been hard to succeed Well, times have changed now And school and training is what you really need It doesn't matter who you may be Everyone's equal with the same opportunity
Things are changing for the better Things are changing for the better Now's the time for you to better yourself
Life's got problems, but you can make it And I'm gonna tell you why Just like the early bird that catches the worm You gotta get up, go out and try Your race or color won't stand in your way Don't wait for tomorrow; today is your day
Things are changing for the better Things are changing for the better Now's the time for you to better yourself
Good jobs are out there, just waiting to be found But they won't come to you, uh uh! You gotta get up and look around!
It doesn't matter who you may be Everyone's equal with the same opportunity
Things are changing for the better Things are changing for the better Now's the time for you to better yourself
Things Ain't Like They Used To Be Performer(s): UB40
Are you wondering why No one talks anymore And all you hear Is the cry for war Are you wondering if There are people who Hurt inside the same as you
There are grey-faced men always telling me Things ain't like they used to be You kids have got no self respect Wake up old man to your neglect It's dog eat dog It's hand to mouth It's east and west It's north and south Just like you drummed it into me Things ain't like they used to be
I'll tell you why I can't afford To hang my hopes upon your word And when I'm done, I'll join the queue And take my chance, no thanks to you It's in or out It's stop and go It isn't what It's who you know I've heard you, now can you hear me Things ain't like they used to be
Ancient rules for ancient men But this is now and that was then don't lay your heavy hand on me And sink me in your poison sea It's us and them It's me and you It's guessing games It's what to do Exactly like you said to me Things ain't like they used to be
Are you wondering why No one talks anymore And all you hear Is the cry for war Are you wondering if There are people who Hurt inside the same as you
Ev'ry night I sit here by my window (window) Starin' at the lonely avenue (avenue) Watching lovers holdin' hands 'n' laughin' (laughin') And thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park (Things) Like a kiss in the dark (Things) Like a sailboat ride (Yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried? Things like a lover's vow Things that we don't do now Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
Memories are all I have to cling to (cling to) And heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to (talkin' to) When I'm not thinkin' of-a just how much I love you (love you) Well, I'm-a thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park (Things) Like a kiss in the dark (Things) Like a sailboat ride (Yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried? Things like a lover's vow Things that we don't do now Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
I still can hear the jukebox softly playin' (playin') And the face I see each day belongs to you (belongs to you) Though there's not a single sound and there's nobody else around Well, it's-a just me thinkin' of the things we used to do
(Thinkin' of things) Like a walk in the park (Things) Like a kiss in the dark (Things) Like a sailboat ride (Yeah-yeah) What about the night we cried? Things like a lover's vow Things that we don't do now Thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do
And the heartaches are the friends I'm talkin' to Ya got me thinkin' 'bout the things we used to do...
Pour l'instant, je manque d'expérience J'en aurai, j'espère, beaucoup plus Mais comme je suis en veine de confidences Parlons un peu des filles que j'ai connues
(Et que de filles!) Elles étaient toutes jolies (Filles) Elles étaient toute ma vie (Filles) Je voudrais les revoir Mais j'ai peur qu'il soit trop tard
Filles au sourire charmant Filles au regard troublant Oui, voilà les filles que j'ai connues
Parmi toutes les filles dont je parle Il y en avait une qui m'avait plu Pourquoi un jour, a-t-il fallu qu'on se sépare? C'était la plus belle fille que j'ai connue
(Et que de filles!) Elle était très jolie (Fille) Elle était toute ma vie (Fille) Je voudrais la revoir Mais j'ai peur qu'il soit trop tard
Fille au sourire charmant Fille au regard d'enfant C'est la plus belle fille que j'ai connue
Mais plus tard, si un jour je la rencontre Mon cur, j'en suis certain, sera ému Je la prendrai dans mes bras Et lui dirai "Plus rien ne compte Tu es la plus belle fille que j'ai connue"
(Et que de filles!) C'est bien la plus jolie (Fille) Je la garde pour la vie (Fille) Il n'est jamais trop tard Pour s'aimer et se revoir
Fille au sourire charmant Fille au regard d'enfant Je suis content de t'avoir revue Car tu es la plus belle fille que j'ai connue Maintenant, je suis heureux, tu es revenue J'en suis sûr, je ne te perdrai plus Oh! J'en suis sûr, je ne te perdrai plus
Thing About You Composer(s): Tom Petty Performer(s): Emmylou Harris & Southern Pacific
I'm not much on mystery Yeah you gotta be careful what you dream I thought this might pass with time Yeah I thought I was satisfied
But oh baby let me tell you I got a thing about you Baby let me tell you I got a thing about you It don't matter what you say It don't matter what you do I, I, I, got a thing about you
Somewhere deep in the middle of the night Lovers hold each other tight Whisper in their anxious ears Words of love that disappear
But oh baby let me tell you I got a thing about you Baby let me tell you I got a thing about you It don't matter what you say It don't matter what you do I, I, I, got a thing about you
Baby you hold some strange control over me Yeah it's so wild it hypnotizes me
Thine Alone Composer(s): Giacomo Puccini - Victor Herbert - Henry Blossom Performer(s): Mario Lanza and multiple other artists
Tell me why there is a doubt within thy heart My own, tell me why I but fear the time will come when we must part Alas, I should die! Evermore, by day or night I'll dream of you, my darling My love is but thine
Thine alone in thine arms Then for me my beloved let thine eyes look fondly into mine For thy love there's a spell Too wondrous to tell 'Tis a rapture that's all divine!
So within thy tender arms enfold me For thy loss the world would not atone! Dear love I swear that I will e'er be true And forever thine alone Thine alone!
Thief In The Night Composer(s): Leonard Bartley - Harvel Hart Performer(s): Kiss
Far off in the distance, a shape in the night, alright On a mission of mercy, if the price is right, it was He tries to possess her, and she fights He's a ritual slayer But they done good And now he's praying For it's his turn to cry
Like a thief in the night, she breaks into his heart Like a thief in the night, alright, alright Like a thief in the night, she never leaves a mark Like a thief in the night, alright...
In a hotel chamber, on a cryptic note And where there's fire, there's gotta be smoke Footsteps in the twilight, and red hands round his throat It's a ritual slaying, loves things that are dead And now he's praying But there's no turning back
Thick As A Brick Composer(s): Ian Anderson First recording/First release by: Jethro Tull - 1971/1972
Really don't mind if you sit this one out My words but a whisper -- your deafness a Shout I may make you feel but I can't make you think Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick
And the love that I feel is so far away I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you shake your head and say it's a shame
Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song
See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night We'll make a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly not to sing in the rain
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling but the master of the house is far away The horses standing -- their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside
The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need The young men of the household have all gone into service and are not to be expected for a year The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster has formed the plan to change the man he sees And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority A-coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run
What do you do when the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam -- and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam
Later: I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man -- twenty years too late Your bread and water's going cold Your hair is too short and neat I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me
You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone You meet the stares; you're unaware that your doings aren't done And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies and your silver-buckle shoes Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules
So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super crooks and show us all the way Well! Make your will and testament Won't you join your local government? We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are -- and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars And you wonder who to call on
So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
Later: See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease We'll take the child from him put it to the test teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest
Quote: We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons cats are on the upgrade upgrade? Hipgrave Oh, Mac
Later: In the clear white circles of morning wonder I take my place with the lord of the hills And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen Saying -- how's your granny and good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn Light the sun
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool toasts his god in the sky
So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus Mark the precise nature of your fear Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and from the pan under your bed Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along
So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus Mark the precise nature of your fear See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you and the hour of judgement draweth near Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour or the wiser man who rushes clear So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super-crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament Won't you? Join your local government We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual
Of Course: So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick
They're Red Hot Composer(s): Robert Johnson First release by: Robert Johnson - 1936 Covered by multiple other artists
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a girls, say she long and tall She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yes, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a letter from a girl in the room Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale They're too hot boy! The billy got back in a bumble bee nest Ever since that he can't take his rest, yeah Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes you got'em for sale, I mean Yes, she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Man don't mess around em hot tamales now 'Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em hot tamales I'm gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep I'll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat bout my Hot tamales 'cause they red hot, yes they got em for sale, I mean Yes, she got em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale You know grandma left and grandpa too Well I wonder what in the world we chillun gon do now Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford Well we wind that thing all on the runnin board, yes Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale They're too hot boy! Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes, now she got em for sale You know the monkey, now the baboon playin in the grass Well the monkey stuck his finger in that old 'Good Gulf Gas', now Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale I got a girls, say she long and tall Sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean Yes she got'em for sale, yeah
They're Either Too Young Or Too Old Composer(s): Frank Loesser - Arthur Schwartz Performer(s): Bette Davis and multiple other artists
You rushed away and left this house as empty as can be And I am like the driftwood in a deadly calm at sea I can't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but thee For there is no secret lover that the draft board didn't discover
They're either too young or too old They're either too gray or too grassy green The pickings are poor and the crop is lean What's good is in the Army, what's left will never harm me
They're either too old or too young So, darling, you'll never get stung Tomorrow I'll go hiking with that Eagle Scout unless I get a call from grandpa for a snappy game of chess
They're either too warm or too cold They're either to fast or too fast asleep So, darling, believe me, I'm yours to keep They're isn't any gravy, the gravy's in the Navy
They're either too fresh or too stale There is no available male I will confess to one romance I'm sure you will allow He tried to serenade me, but his voice is changing now
They're either too bald or too bold I'm down to the wheelchair and bassinet My heart just refuses to get upset I simply can't compel it to, with no Marine to tell it to
I'm either their first breath of spring Or else, I'm their last little fling I either get a fossil or an adolescent pup I either have to hold him off or have to hold him up
The battle is on, but the fortress will hold They're either too young or too old
They're Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa! Composer(s): Napoleon XIV First release by: Napoleon XIV - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Vengono A Portarci Via Ah! Ahh! (I Balordi) 2000 - Ne Tulee Ja Hakee Mut Pois Ha-Haa (Moog Konttinen)
Oh-me, oh-my, oh-you Whatever shall I do Hallelujah, the question is peculiar I'd give a lot of dough If only I could know The answer to my question Is it yes or is it no Remember when you ran away And I got on my knees And begged you not to leave Because I'd go beserk Well you left me anyhow And then the days got worse and worse And now you see I've gone Completely out of my mind And they're coming to take me away ha-haaa They're coming to take me away ho ho hee hee ha haaa To the funny farm Where life is beautiful all the time And I'll be happy to see those nice young men In their clean white coats And they're coming to take me away ha haaa You thought it was a joke And so you laughed You laughed when I said That losing you would make me flip my lid Right? You know you laughed I heard you laugh You laughed You laughed and laughed and then you left But now you know I'm utterly mad And they're coming to take me away ha haaa They're coming to take me away ho ho hee hee ha haaa To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes And they're coming to take me away ha haaa I cooked your food I cleaned your house And this is how you pay me back For all my kind unselfish, loving deeds Ha! Well you just wait They'll find you yet and when they do They'll put you in the A.S.P.C.A. You mangy mutt And they're coming to take me away ha haaa They're coming to take me away ha haaa ho ho hee hee To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time And I'll be happy to see those nice young men In their clean white coats And they're coming to take me away To the happy home with trees and flowers and chirping birds And basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes And they're coming to take me away ha haaa!
They'll Never Take Her Love From Me Composer(s): Leon Payne First release by: Hank Williams - 1950 Covered by multiple other artists
If today the sun should set on all my hopes and cares There is one smiling face the gods would see 'Cus she'll walk along beside me up the golden stairs No, they'll never never take her love from me
What a fool I was to go and break the trust she gave And see her love turn into sympathy It's the one regret I'll carry with me to my grave Oh, they'll never ever take her love from me
I'm so thankful for each golden hour of happiness That we shared together in the used to be Someone else's arms may hold her now in fond caress But they'll never never take her love from me
I thought I'd make her happy if I stepped aside But I knew her love would never set me free And even on the morning she became another's bride I said they'll never never take her love from me
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A third staff officer jumped right over two other staff officers' backs
And a fourth staff officer jumped right over all the other staff officers' backs
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They were only playing leapfrog
When one staff officer jumped right over another staff officer's back
Walked in Line Composer(s): Bernard Sumner - Peter Hook - Stephen Morris - Ian Curtis First release by: Joy Division - 1981 Covered by multiple other artists
All dressed in uniforms so fine They drank and killed to pass the time Wearing the shame of all their crimes With measured steps they walked in line They walked in line
They carried pictures of their wives And numbered tags to prove their lies And made it through the whole machine With dirty hearts and hands washed clean They walked in line
Full of a glory never seen They made it through the whole machine To never question any more Hypnotic trance - they never saw They walked in line -- They walked in line
They Should Have Given You The Oscar Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King Performer(s): James Darren
I'd like to contest the awards given out by the academy 'Cause I know of a great performance that the judges didn't see
They should have given you the oscar For the way you went and broke my heart There's no name that you could mention Who'd have done quite as much with a part
And just for the way you said you loved me And the way you made each lie sound sincere Oh, they should have given you the oscar For the best performance of the year
If the critics could have seen Your acting on the screen I'm sure they would have cried as much as I You knew your lines so well How was I supposed to tell That all along you loved another guy?
They should have given you the oscar For the scene where you promised to be true Every word was so convincing Any audience would fall in love with you
And just for the way you said you loved me And the way you made each lie sound sincere Oh, they should have given you the oscar For the best performance of the year
Yeah they should have given you the oscar For the best performance of the year...
Yeah they should have given you the oscar For the best performance of the year
The Perfect Song Composer(s): Joseph Carl Breil - Clarence Lucas Performer(s): Billy Vaughn
If you want this choice position Have a cheery disposition Rosy cheeks, no warts Play games, all sorts
You must be kind, you must be witty Very sweet and fairly pretty Take us on outings, give us treats Sing songs, bring sweets
Never be cross or cruel Never give us castor oil or gruel Love us as a son and daughter And never smell of barley water
If you won't scold and dominate us We will never give you cause to hate us We won't hide your spectacles so you can't see Put toads in your bed or pepper in your tea
Hurry, Nanny Many thanks sincerely Jane and Michael Banks
The Perfect Nanny Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman First release by: Karen Dotrice and Matthew Garber - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
If you want this choice position Have a cheery disposition Rosy cheeks, no warts Play games, all sorts
You must be kind, you must be witty Very sweet and fairly pretty Take us on outings, give us treats Sing songs, bring sweets
Never be cross or cruel Never give us castor oil or gruel Love us as a son and daughter And never smell of barley water
If you won't scold and dominate us We will never give you cause to hate us We won't hide your spectacles so you can't see Put toads in your bed or pepper in your tea
Hurry, Nanny Many thanks sincerely Jane and Michael Banks
Dieu ((English & Spanish Versions: We (Charles Aznavour); Dios (Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Jacques Plante Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon
Dieu, je ne suis qu'un homme, Dieu, aie pitié de moi Si c'est ta volonté, je suis résigné à porter ma croix Dieu, si tu m'abandonnes, qui te remplacera? Non, cherche autour de moi, personne ne mourir à les bras
Dieu, si tu me le condamnes, Dieu, qu'il en soit ainsi Si je n'ai plus l'amour, à quoi vont les jour ? Qu'importe ma vie? Tu as pris mon âme Va, ne me laisse rien, va, jette aussi mon coeur aux flammes Je n'en ai plus besoin, mon Dieu...
