Muziek / Muziekgames / Top 100 Bejaarden
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geplaatst: 23 december 2009, 22:54 uur
66. Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Grandpa's Interview
65. Primus - Grandad's Little Ditty
64. Warrel Dane - This Old Man
65. Primus - Grandad's Little Ditty
64. Warrel Dane - This Old Man
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geplaatst: 23 december 2009, 23:29 uur
61. Don Henley - A Month of Sundays
I used to work for Harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors and the combines
that plowed and harvested this great land
Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds cross the weathered faces
and I watch the harvest burn
I quit the plant in '57
Had some time for farmin' then
Banks back then was lendin' money
The banker was the farmer's friend
And I've seen dog days and dusty days;
Late spring snow and early fall sleet;
I've held the leather reins in my hands
and I've felt the soft ground under my feet
Between the hot, dry weather and the taxes
and the Cold War it's been hard to make ends meet
But I always kept the clothes on out backs;
I always put the shoes on our feet
My grandson, he comes home from college
He says, "We get the government we deserve."
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says,
"That little punk, he never had to serve."
And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs
and look out across these empty fields
I sit here in earshot of the bypass
and all night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels
The big boys, they all got computers: got incorporated, too
Me, I just know how to raise things
That was all I ever knew
Now, it all comes down to numbers
Now I'm glad that I have quit
Folks these days just don't do nothin' simply for the love of it
I went into town of the Fourth of July
Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack
Watched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drum
One step forward and two steps back
And I saw a sign on Easy Street,
said "Be Prepared to Stop."
Pray for the Independent , little man
I don't see next year's crop
And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
And I hear the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance
but the showers never come
I sit here and listen to the wind blow
I sit here and rub my hands
I sit here and listen to the clock strike,
and I wonder when I'll see my companion again
I used to work for Harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors and the combines
that plowed and harvested this great land
Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds cross the weathered faces
and I watch the harvest burn
I quit the plant in '57
Had some time for farmin' then
Banks back then was lendin' money
The banker was the farmer's friend
And I've seen dog days and dusty days;
Late spring snow and early fall sleet;
I've held the leather reins in my hands
and I've felt the soft ground under my feet
Between the hot, dry weather and the taxes
and the Cold War it's been hard to make ends meet
But I always kept the clothes on out backs;
I always put the shoes on our feet
My grandson, he comes home from college
He says, "We get the government we deserve."
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says,
"That little punk, he never had to serve."
And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs
and look out across these empty fields
I sit here in earshot of the bypass
and all night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels
The big boys, they all got computers: got incorporated, too
Me, I just know how to raise things
That was all I ever knew
Now, it all comes down to numbers
Now I'm glad that I have quit
Folks these days just don't do nothin' simply for the love of it
I went into town of the Fourth of July
Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack
Watched 'em break out the brass and beat on the drum
One step forward and two steps back
And I saw a sign on Easy Street,
said "Be Prepared to Stop."
Pray for the Independent , little man
I don't see next year's crop
And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
And I hear the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance
but the showers never come
I sit here and listen to the wind blow
I sit here and rub my hands
I sit here and listen to the clock strike,
and I wonder when I'll see my companion again
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geplaatst: 23 december 2009, 23:42 uur
58. Aimee Mann - Mr. Harris
So he's retired
lives with his sister in a furnished flat
he's got this suit that
he'll never wear outside without a hat
his hair is white but he looks half his age
he looks like Jimmy Stewart in his younger days.
So he's retired
lives with his sister in a furnished flat
he's got this suit that
he'll never wear outside without a hat
his hair is white but he looks half his age
he looks like Jimmy Stewart in his younger days.
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geplaatst: 23 december 2009, 23:52 uur
Prachtig nummer! Echt! Maar ik kan in de tekst niets vinden over oude mensen....
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geplaatst: 23 december 2009, 23:58 uur
Ceasar schreef:
Prachtig nummer! Echt! Maar ik kan in de tekst niets vinden over oude mensen....
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Prachtig nummer! Echt! Maar ik kan in de tekst niets vinden over oude mensen....
Misschien een tikje filosofisch, maar al je de band The Rolling Stones nu ziet is het toch een clubje bejaarden.
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Ruby1966
geplaatst: 24 december 2009, 08:39 uur
55. Pearl Jam - Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town
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geplaatst: 24 december 2009, 12:39 uur
Gerards Dream schreef:
Misschien een tikje filosofisch, maar al je de band The Rolling Stones nu ziet is het toch een clubje bejaarden.
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Misschien een tikje filosofisch, maar al je de band The Rolling Stones nu ziet is het toch een clubje bejaarden.
Da's waar!
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