Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Born In Chicago Composer(s): Nick Gravenites Originally performed by: The Paul Butterfield Blues Band Covered by various other artists
I was born in Chicago in nineteen and forty-one I was born in Chicago in nineteen and forty-one Well, my father told me, "Son, you had better get a gun"
Well, my first friend went down when I was seventeen years old Well, my first friend went down when I was seventeen years old Well, there's one thing I could say about that boy, "You gotta go"
Well, my second friend went down when I was twenty one years, baby Well, my second friend went down when I was twenty one years, baby Well, there's one thing I could say about that boy, "You got it babe"
Well, my blues are alright if there's someone left to play the game Well, my blues are alright if there's someone left to play the game All my friends are going and these years don't seem the same Oh, they just don't seem the same, baby
Born In A Trunk Composer(s): Leonard Gershe Performer(s): Judy Garland
Thank you, thank you very much I can't express it any other way For with this awful trembling in my heart I just can't find another thing to say I'm happy that you liked the show I'm grateful you liked me And I'm sure to you the tribute seemed quite right But if you knew of all the years Of hopes and dreams and tears You'd know it didn't happen overnight Huh, overnight!
I was born in a trunk In the Princess Theatre in Pocatella, Idaho It was during the matinee on Friday And they used a makeup towel for my didee When I first saw the light It was pink and amber Coming from the footlights on the stage When my dad carried me out there to say hello They told me that I stopped the show
So I grew up in a crazy world of dressing rooms And hotel rooms and waiting rooms And rooms behind-the-scenes And I can't forget the endless rows Of sleepless nights and eatless nights And nights without a nickel in my jeans
But it's all in the game and the way you play it And you've got to play the game you know When you're born in a trunk at the Princess Theatre in Pocatello, Idaho
At first I just stood and watched from the wings That's all my mom and dad would allow But as I got older, I got a little bolder And snuck out for their second bow. They kept me in the act because they needed me To milk applause Until one night, they did a crazy thing They left me out there all alone Mama said 'you're on your own!' And Papa shouted 'this is it kid, sing!'
Born Blind Composer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson Performer(s): Sonny Boy Williamson; Grady Champion
You been talkin' about your woman I sure wish that you cold see mine You been talkin' about your woman I sure wish that you cold see mine Every time the little girl start to lovin' she bring eyesight to the blind
Her daddy must have been a millionaire, cause I can tell by the way she walk Her daddy must have been a millionaire, cause I can tell by the way she walk Every time she start to lovin', the deaf and dumb begin to talk
All right...
I remember one Friday morning the little girl was makin' up her bed Man in the next room was dyin', stopped down and held up his head He said Man, ain't she pretty And the whole state know she's fine Every time she start to lovin', she bring eyesight to the blind
Born At The Right Time Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Paul Simon
Down among the reeds and rushes A baby boy was found His eyes as clear as centuries His silky hair was brown
Never been lonely Never been lied to Never had to scuffle in fear Nothing denied to Born at the instant The church bells chime And the whole world whispering Born at the right time
Me and my buddies we are travelling people We like to go down to restaurant row Spend those euro-dollars All the way from washington to Tokyo I see them in the airport lounge Upon their mothers breast They follow me with open eyes Their uninvited guest
Never been lonely Never been lied to Never had to scuffle in fear Nothing denied to Born at the instant The church bells chime And the whole world whispering Born at the right time
Too many people on the bus from the airport Too many holes in the crust of the earth The planet groans Every time it registers another birth
But among the reeds and rushes A baby girl was found Her eyes as clear as centuries Her silky hair was brown
Never been lonely Never been lied to Never had to scuffle in fear Nothing denied to Born at the instant The church bells chime And the whole world whispering Born at the right time
Born Again Composer(s): Black Sabbath Performer(s): Black Sabbath
As you look through my window Deep into my room At the tapestries all faded Their vague and distant glories Concealed in the gloom The icy fingers of forgotten passions Softly brushing my lips At the tips of my primitive soul
As you look through my door Deep into my room Can you feel the mighty wall of power It's waiting, waiting in the gloom The distant shadows of forgotten champions Those who live in me still And will rise when we challenge and kill
Born again You'll be born again
Look at this prince of evil Fighting for your mind Fighting all the priests of shame For the thrust of my challenge is aimed At the hearts of mutant gods Who think we're all the same They're controlling our minds And they use us for fortune and fame
As you look through my window Deep into my room At your future and freedom The grey and plastic retards all floating in circles And as you taste the fruits of new sensations Softly brushing your lips As we rise when we challenge and kill
Born again You'll be born again
If you want to be king for a day Just do what I say
Everybody's got to think like a hunter Just search for your prey
Be alive through the night and the day Just do it my way
Born A Woman Composer(s): Martha Sharp Originally performed by: Sandy Posey Covered by various other artists
It doesn't matter if you're rich or poor Or if you're smart or dumb A woman's place in this old world Is under some man's thumb And if you're born a woman You're born to be hurt You're born to be stepped on, lied to, cheated on And treated like dirt Ah if you're born a woman You're born to be hurt A woman's lot is to give and give And go on giving A woman's got to love and lose And go on living Well I was born a woman I didn't have no say And when my man finally comes home He makes me glad it happened that way Because to be his woman No price is too great to pay Yes I was born a woman I'm glad it happened that way Oh I was born a woman
The Times We've Known ((French & Italian Versions: Les Bons Moments (by Charles Aznavour); Momenti Si, Momenti No (by Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Herbert Kretzmer Performer(s): Bob Dylan Covered by multiple other artists
The times we've known are slipping by Like vapour trails across the sky The best of times, the worst of times Have come and gone
The years of debt, the years of doubt the years of 'what's it all about?' Of holding fast, and holding out And holding on
When life was hard and chances few Still I was rich just having you Though people said we won't go far We went ahead and here we are
Together still through everything Together still remembering The times we've known
Sometimes the years were lush and green Sometimes we lived on hope alone A little bit of both have been The times we've known
Some lucky flings, some rotten breaks Some funny things, a few mistakes The dreams that every dreamer takes And makes his own
The time to laugh, a time to cry A time to let the world go by And if there were some tears to pay No one can take those years away
On fragile wings our days have flown Still we have things to call our own The times we've known The times we've known The times we've known
Borderstone Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot Performer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
The night is as black as the coal dust on the tracks Up to the east day is dawning From time to time I get women on my mind I'm a son of a gun
Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight
The train that I'm on is a hundred boxcars long So I don't sleep through to the morning That's some chilly wind in this gondola I'm in I wish I had a glass of beer
Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight
The boardinghouse reach is a thing no school can teach you I confess I've been outfumbled And the sound of the beans boiling through the evergreens Sure do please a hungry man
Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight
The sound of the wheels rebounds across the fields I'm a name with no number And so I guess I'd be drifting more or less But still it's not meant to be
Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight Borderstone, borderstone gonna cross your line tonight Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight
Border Song Composer(s): Elton John; Bernard Taupin Originally performed by: Elton John Covered by various other artists
Holy Moses, I have been removed I have seen the spectre, he has been here too Distant cousin from down the line Brand of people who ain't my kind Holy Moses, I have been removed
Holy Moses, I have been deceived Now the wind has changed direction and I'll have to leave Won't you please excuse my frankness but it's not my cup of tea Holy Moses, I have been deceived
I'm going back to the border where my affairs My affairs ain't abused I can't take any more bad water I've been poisoned from my head down to my shoes Holy Moses, I have been deceived
Holy Moses, let us live in peace Let us strive to find a way to make all hatred cease There's a man over there What's his color I don't care He's my brother let us live in peace He's my brother let us live in peace He's my brother let us live in peace
Border Lord Composer(s): Stephen Bruton; Donnie Fritts; Kris Kristofferson Originally performed by: Kris Kristofferson Covered by: Aceton; Stephen Bruton
Darkness had us covered When we split from Minnesota in the morning In the rain Black as I was feeling and the street was slick and shiny as a snake Each of us was a-humming to a half forgotten echo Hangin over in the brain Tappin time and thinking of the time we never had the time to take
Losing to the rising cost of living high and loving hard And leavin every yesterday behind Learning every bridge you cross, is burning down before youre off and Running Like the devil just in time
Chorus: Breakin any ties before they bind you Taking any comfort you can find Running like youre running out of time Take it all-take it easy-till its over-understanding When youre headin for the border lord Youre bound to cross the line
Good lookin women every time you stumble Waitin there to catch you when you fall Gettin to you bad enough to let 'em Keep you backin up till just before your backs against the wall
Chorus: Breakin any ties before they bind you Takin any comfort you can find Runnin like youre runnin out of time Take it all-take it easy-till its over-understanding When youre headin for the border lord Youre bound to cross the line
Boppin' The Blues Composer(s): Howard Griffin; Carl Perkins Performer(s): Carl Perkins
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound
Well, the doctor told me, Carl you need no pills Yes, the doctor told me, boy, you don't need no pills Just a handful of nickels, the juke box will curve your ills
Well, the old cat bug bit me, man, I don't feel no pain Yeah, that jitterbug caught me, man, I don't feel no pain I still love you baby, but I'll never be the same
Well, grand-pa done got rhythm and he threw his crutches down Oh the old boy done got rhythm and blues and he threw that crutches down Crand-ma, he ain't triflin', well the old boy's rhythm bound
Well, all my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round All my friends are boppin' the blues; it must be goin' round I love you, baby, but I must be rhythm bound
A rop dop, rhythm and blues A rop dop, rhythm and blues A rock rock, rhythm and blues A rock rock, rhythm and blues Rhythm and blues, itn must be goin' round
Bop 'Til You Drop/At The Hop Composer(s): Cooper Performer(s): The Flirtations
Momma said on the day I was born There was a whole lotta shakin' goin' on There was a party next door The people calling out for more And they played that boogie all night long I was raised on a beat that was oh so sweet So sad on that rhythm and blues And when she sent me on my way I heard my momma say "Boy, don't forget your dancing shoes!"
(Don't forget) to bop 'til you drop Shake it 'til you break it (You better) move it till you lose it Dance dance Bop 'til you drop Shake it 'til you break it (You better) move it till you lose it Dance dance Dance dance Dance dance
When you're down at a party and the music's hot And you see somebody that you like a lot Don't fight the feeling 'cause the feeling's right Take a chance and dance 'cause tonight's the night Tonight tonight tonight
Bop 'til you drop Shake it 'til you break it (You better) move it till you lose it Dance dance Bop 'til you drop Shake it 'til you break it (You better) move it till you lose it Dance dance Bop bop bop Come on come on come on Shake it shake it shake it Better shake and bake it
You can rock it, you can roll it You can stomp it, you can stroll it At the hop When the record starts a-spinning You calypso with a chicken at the hop Do the dance sensation that's sweeping Queer Nation at the...
Bop 'til you drop Shake it 'till you break it Bop 'til you drop (oh baby) Shop for a top (oh baby) Flop with a cop (oh baby) Stop when you pop
D-d-dance Well, back in junior high I was an ordinary guy It was my neighbor Bobby Brown who was the king of the hop After school we'd fool around and in Bobby's garage We'd practice doing shimmy-shimmy-koko-bop Well, we would act so butch, except on Saturday night We were two hot queens on the floor (hot queens) 'Cause we'd get down in Bobby's kitchen, But instead of doing dishes We'd be brushing up our pokin' on the refrigerator door
Bop 'til you drop Shake it 'til you break it (You better) move it till you lose it Dance dance Bop 'til you drop Shake it 'til you break it (You better) move it till you lose it Dance dance Dance dance Dance dance D-d-dance Well it's come on come on d-down down Don't be lazy 'cause the music starts a-movin' And it's driving you crazy Don't get caught just a-hangin' around Cause you gotta come out if you wanna get down Come out come out come out
Bop 'til you drop Shake it 'til you break it (You better) move it till you lose it Dance dance Bop 'til you drop Shake it 'til you break it (You better) move it till you lose it Dance dance
Bop bop bop Come on come on come on Shake it shake it shake it Better shake and bake it Use it or you'll lose it Lube it when you use it Move it 'til y ou lose it (I lost it!) Come on and dance dance dance Come on and dance dance d-d-dance!
"Well, we are so glad to be here We are so glad the house lights are up Yes! My gaydar is going full tilt! Have we made any straight people uncomfortable yet? Well, we'll get there"
Bop Street Composer(s): Tex Davis; Cliff Gallup Originally performed by: Gene Vincent
Dickie and Wee Willie: "Hey cat, where are ya goin' man?" "Man, I'm going down to Bop Street" "Tell me cat, where's that di-rection?" "Man, ain't you heard? They got one of 'em in every town" "Real cool"
Ba-a-op Street, Ba-a-op Street Oh, it's the cat and kittens of ol' Bop Street
Jumpin' Jacks, they ain't no square A green paint pants and great pair On Bop Street they're the main attraction 'Cause they're the cats who crave the action A-jumpin' here, a-jumpin' there A-jump jump jumpin' everyhere The Jumpin' Jacksons are hard to beat 'Cause they're the cats 'n' kittens of ol' Bop Street (Rock)
Well, a dreamy day when it starts at nine A-rockin' and a-rollin' all the time A-green blue jeans and crazy shoes A-jumpin' on Bop Street, losing the blues A-jumpin' here, a-jumpin' there A-jump jump jumpin' everyhere The Jumpin' Jacksons are hard to beat 'Cause they're the cats 'n' kittens of ol' Bop Street (jump, Jack, jump)
Well it's the street where the cool cats go To spend their time and their hard earned dough A-boppin' on Bop Street, goin' 'round The juke box music with the rockin' sound Well a-jumpin' here, jumpin' there A-jump jump jumpin' everyhere The Jumpin' Jacksons are hard to beat 'Cause they're the cats 'n' kittens of ol' Bop Street
Ba-a-op Street, Ba-a-op Street "Come on man, let's get going" "Yeah, let's go on down to Bop Street" Ba-a-op Street
Les Bicyclettes De Belsize (Engelbert Humperdinck - English Version)
Les Bicyclettes De Belsize Composer(s): Les Reed - Barry Mason First release by: Engelbert Humperdinck - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1968 - Les Bicyclettes De Belsize (Italian Version) (by Nada) 1968 - Käyn Uudelleen Eiliseen (by Markku Aro)
Turning and turning The world goes on We can't change it, my friend Let us go riding all through the days Together to the end, to the end
Les bicyclettes de Belsize Carry us side by side And hand in hand we will ride Over Belsize Turn your magical eyes Round and around Looking at all we found Carry us through the skies Les bicyclettes de Belsize
Spinning and spinning The dreams I know Rolling on through my head Let us enjoy them, before they go Come the dawn, they all are dead Yes, they're dead
Les bicyclettes de Belsize Carry us side by side And hand in hand we will ride Over Belsize Turn your magical eyes Round and around Lookin' at all we found Carry us through the skies Les bicyclettes de Belsize
Boots Of Spanish Leather Swedish Title: Spanska Stövlar Composer(s): Bob Dylan Originally performed by: Bob Dylan Covered by various other artists
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love I'm sailin' away in the morning Is there something I can send you from across the sea From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love There's nothin' I wish to be ownin' Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled From across that lonesome ocean
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine Made of silver or of golden Either from the mountains of Madrid Or from the coast of Barcelona
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night And the diamonds from the deepest ocean I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
That I might be gone a long time And it's only that I'm askin' Is there something I can send you to remember me by To make your time more easy passin'
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again It only brings me sorrow The same thing I want from you today I would want again tomorrow
I got a letter on a lonesome day It was from her ship a-sailin' Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again It depends on how I'm a-feelin'
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way I'm sure your mind is roamin' I'm sure your heart is not with me But with the country to where you're goin'
So take heed, take heed of the western wind Take heed of the stormy weather And yes, there's something you can send back to me Spanish boots of Spanish leather
Boots Like Emmy Lou's Composer(s): Janis Ian Performer(s): Janis Ian; Crossing North
If I had boots like a-Emmy Lou's I'd be a big ol' star Rhinestones on my BVD's And a Hummingbird guitar I'd buy myself the biggest bus To ever grace the track With a loveseat for the two of us And a swimming pook in back
If I had boots like Emmy Lou's I'd wear my hair like Loretta used to do I'd sing like Patsy Cline And Kitty Wells combined If I had boots like a-Emmy Lou's I'd never need a shine
If I had boots like a-Emmy Lou's I'd be so very rich I'd hire a dog to scratch me Every time I got an itch I'd buy a thousand cadillacs With Longhorns in the front Drive one till the ashtray filled Then haul it to the dump
If I had boots like Emmy Lou's I'd wear my hair like Loretta used to do I'd sing like Patsy Cline And Kitty Wells combined If I had boots like a-Emmy Lou's I'd never need a shine
I'd buy my clothes from Nudie Have fingernails like Tammy I'd tease my hair like Dolly And measure ten feet tall I'd teach those boots to talk They'd lecture in New York If I had boots like Emmy Lou's I'd never need to walk
If I had boots like a-Emmy Lou's I'd die without a care Fly straight up to heaven's gate And shove my way in there And when Saint Peter asked me What I'd done to be so bold I'd point down to my boots and say "They're recently resolded" So fit me for a robe, wings and halo too But I cannot stay if you take away My boots like Emmy Lou's
If I had boots like Emmy Lou's I'd wear my hair like Loretta used to do I'd sing like Patsy Cline And Kitty Wells combined If I had boots like a-Emmy Lou's I'd never need a shine If I had boots like a-Emmy Lou's I'd never need a shine
Suzy maybe give you some cherry pie But Lord, that ain't no fun Better you grab it when she ain't lookin' 'Cause you know you'd rather have it on the run
Boot Hill Composer(s): Binks; Reyne Performer(s): Stevie Ray Vaughan
Look up on the wall, baby Hand me down my shootin' iron Look up on the wall, baby Hand me down my shootin' iron Call your mother long distance Tell her to expect your body home If the city don't bury you baby, lord knows the county will If the city don't bury you baby, lord knows the county will You made your last mistake You're goin' way out on that boot hill
Now I don't want to wax you darlin' 'cause you gave me my first thrill Now I don't want to wax you baby 'cause you gave me my first thrill You did me so wrong You goin' way out on that boot hill
