Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Hawker Composer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson Performer(s): The Who
The Hawker: You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine You talk about your woman I wish you could see mine Every time she starts to loving She brings eyesight to the blind
You know her daddy gave her magic I can tell by the way she walks You know her daddy gave her magic I can tell by the way she walks Every time we start shaking the dumb begin to talk
She's got the power to heal you, never fear She's got the power to heal you, never fear Just a word from her lips and the deaf begin to hear
I Got A Wife Composer(s): Eddie Mascari; Erwin Wenzlaff Performer(s): Mark IV
(Hey, I got a wife at home I got a wife at home I got a wife she's the apple of my life But I wish she would leave me alone)
When I hear Hang your clothes up Wipe your feet off Goodness sakes don't slam the door Fix the socks and dry the dishes Can't you see what's in the drawer Hang the picture Set the table Don't drop ashes on the floor Heat the bottle Change the baby She don't love me anymore
(He don't love her anymore There he goes right out the door He'll be back 'bout half past ten And then she'll start right in again)
Tack the shade up Wash the windows Wipe the handprints off the door Change the light bulbs Scrub the bathtub Pick the toys up from the floor Tape the lamp cord Make some coffee Burn the garbage Oil the door Get the kids And call my mother She don't love me anymore
(I got a wife at home I got a wife at home I got a wife she's the apple of my life But I wish she would leave me alone)
When I hear (Fast High-Pitched Voice Chatter) OK OK I'll do it (Chatter Continues) Yeah OK (Chatter Continues) Honey, honey
Please, honey
(Chatter Continues)
Yeah I'll do it
(Chatter Continues)
Quiet!!
(He don't love her anymore
There he goes right out the door
He'll be back 'bout half past ten
And then she'll start right in again)
(Chatter Begins Again)
(Short Guitar Lick)
(Door Slams)
(Sheeee!!)
Joe, La Ville Et Moi Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
J'avais un copain Il s'appelait Joe C'était presque un frère pour moi On a grandit ensemble Il habitait la ferme La ferme juste à côté de la rivière Un jour on en a eu marre de voir toujours la même forêt Alors, alors on a décidé de partir Pour voir ce qu'était une ville Quand je dis une ville je veux dire Une vraie ville en béton Et ça fait bien longtemps
Maintenant je voudrais revoir Je voudrais revoir tout ce que j'ai quitté Les champs, la rivière et ma forêt Et...et Marie Oui Marie Qu'elle était belle, la jolie Marie Ça fait si longtemps, si longtemps Mais voilà comment Voilà comment l'histoire a commencé
On avait bien, Joe et moi dix dollars chacun Et l'adresse d'une ou deux filles Dans un wagon à bestiaux on a pris le train Pour voir ce qu'était une ville
Pendant deux jours en roulant on s'est préparé Tout en se cachant sous la paille Quand on la vu ce fut comme un coup sur le nez Elle nous a pris dans ses murailles
Pour ne pas être un étranger ici Ce n'est qu'une question de prix Les faux amours, les faux amis et le reste Tout ça se paie en arrivant
Les dix dollars n'ont pas duré plus d'un repas Les filles avaient changé d'adresse Joe a failli se bagarrer deux ou trois fois Pour son accent et pour le reste
Pour ne pas être un étranger ici Ce n'est qu'une question de prix Les faux amours, les faux amis et le reste Tout ça se paie en arrivant
On avait bien, Joe et moi dix dollars chacun Et l'adresse d'une ou deux filles Mais on a plus retrouvé le chemin Et on s'est noyé dans la ville Mais on a plus retrouvé le chemin Et on s'est perdu dans la ville
La ville Est-ce qu'un jour Est-ce qu'un jour Dieu J'aurais la chance de revoir Près de la rivière Marie Est-ce qu'un jour j'aurais la chance d'avoir Une fille un fils Et de pouvoir me retrouver Entre les arbres de ma forêt Près de notre rivière
Ouais Loin de cette ville Surtout loin de cette ville
Amazing Journey Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who
Deaf Dumb and blind boy He's in a quiet vibration land Strange as it seems his musical dreams Ain't quite so bad
Ten years old With thoughts as bold as thought can be Loving life and becoming wise In simplicity
Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can't usually go Come on the amazing journey And learn all you should know
A vague haze of delerium creeps up on me All at once a tall stranger I suddenly see He's dressed in a silver sparked Glittering gown And His golden beard flows Nearly down to the ground
Nothing to say and nothing to hear And nothing to see Each sensation makes a note in my symphony
Sickness will surely take the mind Where minds can't usually go Come on the amazing journey And learn all you should know
His eyes are the eyes that Transmit all they know Sparkle warm crystalline glances to show That he is your leader And he is your guide On the amazing journey together you'll ride
I Got A Right To Sing The Blues Composer(s): Harold Arlen; Ted Koehler Performer(s): Billie Holiday and multiple other artists
I got a right to sing the blues I got a right to feel low down I got a right to hang around Down around the river A certain man in this old town Keeps draggin my poor heart around All I see for me Is misery I got a right to sing the blues I got a right to moan and sigh I got a right to sit and cry Down around the river I know the deep blue sea Will soon be callin me It must be love Say what you choose I got a right to sing the blues
Joe Meek Composer(s): Eric Goulden Performer(s): Eric Goulden
On the second floor of number 304 Above a handbag store and the heavy roar Of traffic rolling down the Holloway Road A one-time bedroom housed the studio Of Joe Meek
Where he conjured with the sound of another world That Tin-Pan-Alley thought was to absurd But miles of wire and recording tape Brought fortune fame and no escape For Joe Meek
As he stirred up the sound of a hurricane Joe Meek called upon forces from beyond the grave Joe Meek suffered alone for his madness and pain These were the only rewards that the hit parade Held in store for Joe Meek
The talented, the hopeful, the hopeless and just plain Star-struck climbed the stairs up to the birthplace Of the hits in search of three minutes of eternity In the home-made sound laboratory of Joe Meek Where he stirred up the sound of a hurricane Joe Meek called upon forces from beyond the grave Joe Meek suffered alone for his madness and pain These were the only rewards that the hit parade Held in store for Joe Meek ..
1921 Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who
Lover: I've got a feeling twenty-one is going to be a good year Especially if you and me see it in together
Father: So you think 21 is going to be a good year It could be good for me and her, but you and her - no never! I had no reason to be over optimistic, but somehow when you smiled I could brave bad weather
Mother: What about the boy? What about the boy? What about the boy? He saw it all!
Mother & Father: You didn't hear it, you didn't see it You won't say nothing to no one, ever in your life You never heard it Oh how absurd it all seems without any proof You didn't hear it, you didn't see it You never heard it, not a word of it You won't say nothing to no one Never tell a soul what you know is the Truth
I Got A Name Composer(s): Charles Fox; Norman Gimbel Performer(s): Jim Croce and multiple other artists
Like the pine trees lining the winding road I've got a name; I've got a name Like the singing bird and the croaking toad I've got a name; I've got a name And I carry it with me like my daddy did But I'm living the dream that he kept hid Movin' me down the highway Rollin' me down the highway Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
Like the north wind whistlin' down the sky I've got a song; I've got a song Like the whippoorwill and the baby's cry I've got a song; I've got a song And I carry it with me and I sing it loud If it gets me nowhere, I'll go there proud Movin' me down the highway Rollin' me down the highway Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
And I'm gonna go there free Like the fool I am and I'll always be I've got a dream; I've got a dream They can change their minds but they can't change me I've got a dream; I've got a dream Oh, I know I could share it if you want me to If you're going my way, I'll go with you Movin' me down the highway Rollin' me down the highway Movin' ahead so life won't pass me by
I Got A Mind To Give Up Living (Traditional) Performer(s): The Paul Butterfield Blues Band
I've got a mind to give up living, and go shopping instead I've got a mind to give up living, and go shopping instead Pick me up a tombstone, and be pronounced dead
Well, I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed Oh, when I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed That's when I decided that I'd be better off dead Oh, yeah!
When I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed Yes, when I read your letter this morning, that was on your place in bed That's when I had decided that I'd be better off dead
It read, "There is no use looking or ever hoping, or ever hoping to get me back" "Oh, no use looking, baby or ever hoping to get me back Because it's all over now and, baby, you can bet on that" Oh, yeah!
Joe Hill Composer(s): Phil Ochs Performer(s): Phil Ochs; Billy Bragg
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores Looking for some work to do And the Statue of Liberty waved him by As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill As Joe come a sailing through.
Oh his clothes were coarse and his hopes were high As he headed for the promised land And it took a few weeks on the out-of-work streets Before he began to understand Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar sweeping up the saloon As his rag would sail over the baroom rail Sounded like he whistled on a tune You could almost hear him whistling on a tune
And Joe rolled on from job to job From the docks to the railroad line And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote In his letters he was always doing fine In his letters he was always doing fine
Oh, the years went by like the sun goin' down slowly turn the page And when Joe looked back at the sweat upon his tracks He had nothing to show but his age He had nothing to show but his age
So he headed out for the California shore There things were just as bad So he joined the Industrial Workers of the World 'Cause, The union was the only friend he had 'Cause, The union was the only friend he had
Now the strikes were bloody and the strikes were black as hard as they were long In the dark of night Joe would stay awake and write In the morning he would raise them with a song In the morning he would raise them with a song
And he wrote his words to the tunes of the day To be passed along the union vine And the strikes were led and the songs were spread And Joe Hill was always on the line Yes Joe Hill was always on the line
Now in Salt Lake City a murder was made There was hardly a clue to find Oh, the proof was poor, but the sheriff was sure Joe was the killer of the crime That Joe was the killer of the crime
Joe raised his hands but they shot him down he had nothing but guilt to give It's a doctor I need and they left him to bleed He made it 'cause he had the will to live Yes, He made it 'cause he had the will to live
Then the trial was held in a building of wood And there the killer would be named And the days weighed more than the cold copper ore Cause he feared that he was being framed Cause he found out that he was being framed
Oh, strange are the ways of western law Strange are the ways of fate For the government crawled to the mine owner's call That the judge was appointed by the state Yes, The judge was appointed by the state
Oh, Utah justice can be had But not for a union man And Joe was warned by summer early morn That there'd be one less singer in the land There'd be one less singer in the land
Now William Spry was Governor Spry And a life was his to hold On the last appeal, fell a governor's tear May the lord have mercy on your soul May the lord have mercy on your soul
Even President Wilson held up the day But even he would fail For nobody heard the soul searching words Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail Of the soul in the Salt Lake City jail
For 36 years he lived out his days And he more than played his part For his songs that he made, he was carefully paid With a rifle bullet buried in his heart With a rifle bullet buried in his heart
Yes, they lined Joe Hill up against the wall Blindfold over his eyes It's the life of a rebel that he chose to live It's the death of a rebel that he died It's the death of a rebel that he died
Now some say Joe was guilty as charged And some say he wasn't even there And I guess nobody will ever know 'Cause the court records all disappeared 'Cause the court records all disappeared
Say wherever you go in this fair land In every union hall In the dusty dark these words are marked In between all the cracks upon the wall In between all the cracks upon the wall
It's the very last line that Joe Will wrote When he knew that his days were through "Boys, this is my last and final will Good luck to all of you Good luck to all of you"
I Got A Line On You Composer(s): Randy California First release by: Spirit - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Let me take you baby, down to the river bed Got to tell you somethin', go right to your head Cause I got a line on you, babe I got a line on you Gotta put your arms around me With every bit of your love If you know what to do, I'll make love to you 'Cause you got the right line to make it through these times I got a line on you babe I got a line on you babe I got a line on you babe I got a line on you I got a line on you babe You know my winter's almost over My summer, she's comin' on strong I can love you, love you, love you Love you all year long I got a line on you babe I got a line on you I got a line on you babe I got a line on you I got a line on you babe
Tombstone Shadow ((Finnish Version: Hautakiven Varjo (Kari Peitsamo Revival) - 1982)) Composer(s): John Fogerty First release: Creedence Clearwater Revival - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path every time I get some good news Ooh There's a shadow on my back
Saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo Said, I saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo Five dollars on the table Ooh Keep me 'way from my tomb Oh! Oh!
Said I got thirteen months of bad luck, bound to be some pain Don't you do no travelling Fly in no machines Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path Every time I get some good news Ooh There's a shadow on my back
The man gave me a luck charm Cost five dollars more Said, "Put some on your pillow, and put some on your door" He said, "Take a long vacation Ooh For thirteen months or more" Oh, Lord!
Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path Tombstone Shadow, stretching across my path every time I get some good news Ooh There's a shadow on my back
(I've Got a Gal In) Kalamazoo Composer(s): Mack Gordon; Harry Warren Performer(s): Glenn Miller Orchestra and multiple other artists
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H I got a gal in Kalamazoo Dont want to boast but I know shes the toast of Kalamazoo (Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years have gone by, my my how she grew I liked her looks when I carried her books in Kalamazoo (Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
I'm gonna send a wire, hoppin' on a flyer, leavin' today" Am I dreamin? I can hear her screamin "Hiya, Mr. Jackson" Everythings OK, A-L-A-M-A-Z-O
Oh, what a gal, a real pipperoo Ill make my bid for that freckle-faced kid Im hurryin to Im goin to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo (Zoo, zoo) (Zoo, zoo, zoo, Kalamazoo) K (K) A (A) L-A-M-A-Z-O (Oh, oh, oh, oh what a gal, a real pipperoo) (Were goin to Michigan to see the sweetest gal in Kalamazoo) (Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo) (Kalamazoo!!)
A Tombstone Every Mile Composer(s): Dan Fulkerson Performer(s): Dick Curless and multiple other artists
All you big and burly men who roll the trucks along Better listen, you'll be thankful when you hear my song You have really got it made, if you're haulin' goods Anyplace on earth but those Hainesville Woods
It's a stretch of road up north in Maine That's never, ever, ever seen a smile If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods There'd be a tombstone every mile Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile
When you're loaded with potatoes and you're headed down You've gotta drive the Woods to get to Boston town When it's winter up in Maine, better check it over twice That Hainesville road is just a ribbon of ice
It's a stretch of road up north in Maine That's never, ever, ever seen a smile If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods There'd be a tombstone every mile Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile
When you're talkin' to a trucker that's been haulin' goods Down that stretch of road in Maine they call the Hainesville Woods He'll tell you that dying and goin' down below Won't be half as bad as driving on that road of ice and snow
It's a stretch of road up north in Maine That's never, ever, ever seen a smile If they buried all the truckers lost in them Woods There'd be a tombstone every mile Count 'em off, there'd be a tombstone every mile
I Go To Rio Composer(s): Peter Allen; Adrienne Anderson Performer(s): Peter Allen - 1976 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1977 - Je Vais À Rio 1997 - Rio
When my baby When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio de Janeiro My-oh-me-oh I go wild and then I have to do the Samba And La Bamba Now I'm not the kind of person With a passionate persuasion for dancin' Or roma-ancin' But I give in to the rhythm And my feet follow the beatin' of my hear-eart
Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio de Janeiro I'm a Salsa fellow When my baby smiles at me The sun'll lightens up my li-ife And I am free at last, what a blast
Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my baby When my baby smiles at me I feel like Tarzan, of the Jungle There on the hot sand And in a bungalow while monkeys play above-a, We-ee make love-a Now I'm not the type to let vibrations (Rio...) Trigger my imagination easily (Rio...) You know that's just not me But I turn into a tiger (Rio...) Everytime I get beside the - one I love (Rio...) Woh, oh, woh, woh-oh..., Rio... - Rio... Yeah Ugh - Rio... - Ugh
Woh-ho-oh-oh, when my ba-a-aby (when my baby) When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...) de Janeiro I'm a Salsa fellow-ow When my baby smiles at me The sun'll lightens u-up my li-ife And I am free at last, what a blast
When my baby (when my baby) When my baby smiles at me I go to Rio (Rio...) That's when I go to Rio (Rio) Rio - Rio de Janeir-eiro Rio... Rio.... Rio...
