Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Oei, Oei, Oei Composer(s): Peter Koelewijn Performer(s): Johan Cruijff
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei Het was net of je zomaar uit je schoenen woei Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei Heb je dat gezien Die tellen we voor tien Jongens wat een loei Oei, oei, oei
We gingen naar het boksen kijken van een verre neef Wat kreeg die jongen klappen want die ander was op dreef Toen kwam die derde ronde en die werd mijn neef fataal Zijn gympjes onder op de mat en hij lag in de zaal
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei Het was net of je zomaar uit je schoenen woei Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei Heb je dat gezien Die tellen we voor tien Jongens wat een loei Oei, oei, oei
En na de wedstrijd gingen wij met onze neef op sjouw We hoopten dat hij zo zijn blauwe oog vergeten zou Maar in een zaakje riep hij dat er dubbel werd geteld De ober haalde uit en zei: Dit is je wisselgeld
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei Het was net of je zomaar uit je schoenen woei Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei Heb je dat gezien Die tellen we voor tien Jongens wat een loei Oei, oei, oei
Toen was de lol eraf en hebben wij met man en macht Onze arme neef maar meteen naar huis gebracht Maar zijn echtgenote wachtte woedend in de gang Dit was de mooiste wedstrijd en wij zaten eerste rang
Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei Het was net of je zomaar uit je schoenen woei Oei, oei, oei dat was me weer een loei Heb je dat gezien Die tellen we voor tien Jongens wat een loei Oei, oei, oei
Oedipus Rex Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer; Evy Mayer
From The Bible to the popular songs There's on theme that we find all along With all the things we hail as good The most sublime is motherhood
There once was an whom so it seems Once carried this ideal to extremes He loved his mother and she loved him And yet his story is rather grim
There once was a man named Oedipus Rex You may have heard about his odd complex His name appears in Freud's index Cause he loved his mother
His rivals used to say quite a bit That as a monarch he was quite unfit But still in all they had to admit That he loved his mother
Yes, he loved his mother like no other He daughter was his sister And his son was his brother One thing on which you can depend is He sure knew who a boy's best friend is
When he found what he had done He tore his eyes out one-by-one A tragic end for a loyal son Who loved his mother
So be sweet and and kind to mother Now and then have a chat About her candy-coloured blossoms Or a brand new hat But P'raps you'd better let it go at that
Or you might end up with a quite complex, Complex And you may end up like Oedipus I'd rather marry a duck-billed platypus Than end up like old Oedipus Rex!
Odile Composer(s): René Laquier; Etienne Lorin Performer(s): André Bourvil
C'était en dix neuf cent vingt six Que sur la grand' route de Senlis Ell' eu un' pann' d'automobile Et tandis que je tâtonnais, en essayant de la dépanner Ell' me murmura, j' m'appelle Odile
Ell'avait un sac en croco, oh oh Odile Ell'avait une belle auto, oh oh Odile Ell'avait aussi un très beau châssis, l'automobile Quand on appuyait sur ses jolies poires Ca faisait pouet pouet (coin coin) Oh oh oh ell' avait un sac en crocro oh oh Odile Ell'avait une belle auto, oh oh Odile Et sous l'pont arrièr', un peu de poussièr' l'automobile Ell'avait de bell' couleur, oh oh Odile
Comme je vérifiais l'essieu Dans mes beaux yeux elle vit les cieux Mon charme avait conquis Odile En faisant démarrer l'moteur J'ai cru entendre parler son cur Ainsi démarra notr' idylle
Ell'avait un sac en croco, oh oh Odile Ell'avait une belle auto, oh oh Odile Très bien carrossée, la ligne élancée, l'automobile Quand elle avait froid Avant d'partir ell' faisait comm' ça, heuh heuh Oh oh oh ell' avait un sac en crocro, oh oh Odile Ell'avait une belle auto, oh oh Odile Deux petits par chocs qu'étaient pas en toc, l'automobile Ell' se conduisait bien, oh oh Odile
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Et comme' elle' était très bonn' à croquer, moi je jubile Car l'ayant épousée, je croque Odile!
Ódiame Composer(s): Rafael Otero Performer(s): José Feliciano; and various other artists
Ódiame por piedad yo te lo pido ódiame sin medidas ni clemencias odio quiero más que indiferencia porque el rencor hiere menos que el olvido (Repeat)
Si tu me odias quedaré yo convencido de que me amaste mujer con insistencia pero ten presente de acuerdo a la experiencia que tan solo se odia lo querido
Que vale más yo niño, tu orgullosa vale más tu débil hermosura piensa que en le fondo de la fosa llevaremos la misma vestidura (Repeat)
Odeur Des Myrtils Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Odeur des myrtils Dans les grands paniers Que demeure-t-il De nous au grenier Odeur des myrtils Dans les grands paniers
Ombre mon royaume Je retrouverais Les anciens arômes Et les noirs portraits Les enfants qui dorment Les fauteuils boiteux Les ombres difformes La trace des jeux
Odeur des myrtils Dans les grands paniers Que demeure-t-il De nous au grenier Odeur des myrtils Dans les grands paniers
C'était moi peut-être Ou peut-être vous Les yeux des fenêtres Sont vides et fous Dans les mois de paille Il fait doux guetter Le cri court des cailles Divisant l'été
Odeur des myrtils Dans les grands paniers Que demeure-t-il De nous au grenier Odeur des myrtils Dans les grands paniers
Le vent se repose Aux bords bleus du temps Les hérons gris-rose Marchent sur l'étang Il me semble entendre Un train loin d'ici Dans les osiers tendres Le jour est assis
Odeur des myrtils Dans les grands paniers Que demeure-t-il De nous au grenier Odeur des myrtils Dans les grands paniers
La fin d'août paresse Et les arbres font De lentes caresses Aux plafonds profonds Mémoire qui meurt Photos effacées Rumeur ô rumeur Des choses passées
Odeur des myrtils Dans les grands paniers Que demeure-t-il De nous au grenier Odeur des myrtils Dans les grands paniers
Odessa (City On The Black Sea) Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Robin Gibb; Maurice Gibb Performer(s): The Bee Gees
Fourteenth of February, eighteen ninety nine The British ship Veronica was lost without a sign Baa baa black sheep, you haven't any wool Captain Richardson left himself a lonely wife in Hull
Cherub, I lost a ship in the Baltic sea I'm on an iceberg running free Sitting, filing this berg to the shape of a ship Sailing my way back to your lips One passing ship gave word that you have moved out of your old flat You love the Vicar more then words can say Tell him to pray that I won't melt away And I'll see your face again
Odessa, how strong am I? Odessa, how time goes by
Treasure, you know the neighbours that live next door They haven't got their dog anymore Freezing, sailing around in the North Atlantic Can't seem to leave the sea anymore I just can't understand why you just moved to Finland You love that Vicar more than words can say Ask him to pray that I won't melt away And I'll see your face again
Odessa, how strong am I? Odessa, how time goes by
Fourteenth of February, eighteen ninety nine The British ship Veronica was lost without a sign
Ode To The Little Brown Shack Out Back Composer(s): Billy Edd Wheeler Performer(s): Billy Edd Wheeler
They past an ordinance in the town Said we'd have to tear it down That little brown shack out back so dear to me Though the health department said It's day was over and dead It will stand forever in my memory
Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down Don't let 'em tear that little brown building down There's not another like it in the country or the town
It was not too long ago That I went tripping through the snow Out to that house behind my old hound dog Where I'd sit me down to rest Like a snow bird on her nest And read the Sears and Roebuck catalog
I would hum a happy tune Peeping through the quarter moon Just like my Pappy's kin had done before It was in that quiet pot Daily cares could be forgot And it gave the same relief to rich and poor
It was not a castle fair I could build my future there Build castles to the yellow jacket's drone I could orbit round the sun Fight with General Washington Or be a king upon his own throne
It wasn't fancy built at all Had newspapers on the wall It was air conditioned in the wintertime It was just a humble hut But it's door was never shut And a man could get inside without a dime
Ode To Liberty Composer(s): Jimmy Bain; Phil Lynott Performer(s): Phil Lynott
The dream was not a vision Or some preminition like we were told It was no figment of the imagination To prove that we could be bought or sold The doctor of the dimond run Could be revealed to the intelligent But this is what I resent Who cares for the ignorent, the intelligent The synics approach was mean Who cares for anything in this whole wide world except me And this opinion must not confuse the issue My appearence, my condition Or state of delivery I am stating the obvious This is a protest There must me a collusion This is no Shakespearean speach This is a statement Made by one who can not practice what he preaches The statue of liberty Has engraved on it's wall Give me your poor, give me your needy Give me them all We need something like this For this world to coexist It would be so easy To act so pretencious To act as if it was hypocracy To act condecending When in fact it's the world we're mending And that's why I can't relax Cause inside my coat it's a pistol that I pack We must beware of a suprise neuclear attack We must be ready to strike back I'm not pretending Our defense needs clearly mending We must leave those standing Forget the third world is ending Is starving, Is crying Is desolate, Is oh so late I would dearly love to return Through a mirror in twenty years And learn what the future has in store for us And if I learned that we lost And there was no hope For those that fight I would turn to drink And drink is drugs And drugs would help me sink And like of boat, I float I sail out to the sky To the universe and back Maybe to give it another try I don't know why, why Jack Just to confirm our Father Just to learn, just to heal us
Odds And Ends (Bits And Pieces) Composer(s): Harlan Howard Performer(s): Jody Miller
A photograph that's signed with love Your lipstick and a tiny glove Why did you leave so many things To tear at my heart strings
I made a shamble of our love That was our king by god above I broke your heart and now I pay With memories night and day
Odds and ends, bits and pieces Of an old love affair Old love letterers, and some flowers That you wore in your hair Odds and ends, bits and pieces Of those happy by gone years Odds and ends that keep tugging at my tears
Odara Composer(s): Caetano Veloso Performer(s): Caetano Veloso; and various other artists
Deixe eu dançar Pro meu corpo ficar odara Minha cuca ficar odara Deixe eu cantar Que é pro mundo ficar odara Pra ficar tudo jóia rara Qualquer coisa que se sonhara Canto e danço que dará
Con el último suspiro de las olas dieron las doce de un octubre azul y tu sonrisa viajera por mis venas abrió las puertas del nacido amor y allí volvieron enero y la alegría de aquella tarde en el país del sol Y habrá en alguna calle un beso deshojado una palabra al viento que grita nuestro amor, amor, amor y en el espacio abierto de las manos tendré el amor hablándome de vos
Octopus's Garden Composer(s): Ringo Starr Performer(s): The Beatles; and various other artists
I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden in the shade He'd let us in, knows where we've been In his octopus' garden in the shade
I'd ask my friends to come and see An octopus' garden with me I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden in the shade
We would be warm below the storm In our little hideaway beneath the waves Resting our head on the sea bed In an octopus' garden near a cave
We would sing and dance around because we know we can't be found I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden in the shade
We would shout and swim about The coral that lies beneath the waves (Lies beneath the ocean waves) Oh what joy for every girl and boy Knowing they're happy and they're safe (Happy and they're safe)
We would be so happy you and me No one there to tell us what to do I'd like to be under the sea In an octopus' garden with you
Octobre Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Le vent fera craquer les branches La brume viendra dans sa robe blanche Y aura des feuilles partout Couchées sur les cailloux Octobre tiendra sa revanche Le soleil sortira à peine Nos corps se cacheront sous des bouts de laine
Perdue dans tes foulards Tu croiseras le soir Octobre endormi aux fontaines Il y aura certainement Sur les tables en fer blanc Quelques vases vides et qui traînent Et des nuages pris aux antennes
Je t'offrirai des fleurs Et des nappes en couleurs Pour ne pas qu'Octobre nous prenne On ira tout en haut des collines Regarder tout ce qu'Octobre illumine Mes mains sur tes cheveux Des écharpes pour deux
Devant le monde qui s'incline Certainement appuyés sur des bancs Il y aura quelques hommes qui se souviennent Et des nuages pris aux antennes Je t'offrirai des fleurs Et des nappes en couleurs Pour ne pas qu'Octobre nous prenne
Et sans doute on verra apparaître Quelques dessins sur la buée des fenêtres Vous, vous jouerez dehors Comme les enfants du nord Octobre restera peut-être Vous, vous jouerez dehors Comme les enfants du nord Octobre restera peut-être
Och Han Väntar På Mej English Title: And He Is Waiting For Me Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog; Bosse Carlgren Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Smyger till fönstret, ser ut över gården Jag känner att hjärtat står stilla en stund Jag bär mej ju åt precis som en tonårstjej Och han står där ännu och han väntar på mej
Väntar i porten, förklarar sin kärlek Och trapphuset baddar i ljus när han ler Och allt som han ber om så svarar jag alltid ``nej'' Men han står där ännu och han väntar på mej
Han är ju ett litet barn, kanske femton, och han är kär Vi talar i nån minut, kanske femton, vet att jag måste gå Men vill stanna kvar ändå Kan inte förstå
Sitter på jobbet och bläddrar i papper Jag tänker på honom och ler åt mej själv Så löjligt att undra om han har gått hem till sej Eller står där ännu för att vänta på mej
Han är ju ett litet barn, kanske femton, och han är kär Jag röker en cigarett, kanske femton, sitter här leende Sånt fånigt beteende Kan inte förstå
Väntar i porten, förklarar sin kärlek Och trapphuset baddar i ljus när han ler Och allt som han ber om, så svarar jag alltid ``nej'' Men han står där ännu och han väntar på mej Men han står där ännu och han väntar på mej
Tried to take it all away Learn her freedom just inside a day And find her soul To find their fears allayed
Tried to make her love their own They took her love they left her there They gave her nothing back That she would want to own
Gold and silver rings and stones Dances slowly of the moon No-one else can know She stands alone
Sleeping dreams will reach for her She cannot say the words they need She knows she's alone And she is free
[Chorus:] Ocean gypsy of the moon The sun has made a thousand nights For you to hold Ocean gypsy where are you The shadows followed by the stars Have turned to gold, turned to gold
Then she met a hollow soul Filled him with her light And was consoled she was the moon And he, the sun was gold
Eyes were blinded with his light The sun she gave Reflected back the night The moon was waning almost out of sight
Softly ocean gypsy calls Silence holds the stars awhile They smile sadly For her where she falls
Just the time before the dawn The sea is hushed The ocean calls her Day has taken her and now she's gone
[Chorus]
No-one noticed when she died Ocean gypsy shackled to the tide The ebbing waves were turning Spreading wide
Something gone within her eyes Her fingers lifeless stroke the sand Her battered soul was lost She was abandoned
Silken threads like wings still shine Winds take pleasure still make patterns In her lovely hair So dark and fine
Stands on high beneath the seas Cries no more Her tears have dried Oceans weep for her the ocean sighs
Ocean Deep Composer(s): Jon Sweet; Rod Trott Performer(s): Cliff Richard; William Hung
Love cant you see Im alone Cant you give this fool a chance A little love is all I ask - a little kindness In the night Please dont leave me behind No - dont tell me love is blind A little love is all I ask and that is all
Oh love Ive been searching so long Ive been searching highnlow A little love is all I ask - a little sadness When youre gone Maybe you need a friend Only please dont lets pretend A little love is all I ask and that is all
I wanna spread my wings - but I just cant fly As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by
Ocean deep - Im so afraid to show my feelings I have sailed a million ceilings - in my - Solitary room Ocean deep - will I ever find a lover Maybe she has found another And as I cry myself to sleep I know this love of mine Ill keep - ocean deep
Love cant you hear when I call Cant you hear a word I say A little love is all I ask A little feeling when we touch Why am I still alone? Ive got a heart without a home A little love is all I ask - and that is all
I wanna spread my wings - but I just cant fly As a string of pearls and pretty girls go sailing by
Ocean deep - Im so afraid to show my feelings I have sailed a million ceilings - in my - Solitary room Ocean deep - will I ever find a lover Maybe she has found another And as I cry myself to sleep I know this love of mine Ill keep - ocean deep
Occupé Composer(s): Michel Jonasz; Gabriel Yared Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
maudit soient ces fils ptt il téléphone à quelle pépée maudit soir encore peut-être il dort c'est occupé a-t-il décroché pour toujours pendu à ce fil par amour est-il nu couché sur quelle poupée c'est occupé j'suis pas mal pourtant qu'est-ce qui lui prend est-ce qu'il me plaque contre un mur de pierre condamnée sans verre de cognac allo j'voudrais parler j'me sens préoccupée maudit soit ce sale combiné ce sourd-muet handicapé maudit moi ça va mais qui de toi s'est occupé refaisons à neuf notre histoire les pièces à changer sont standard on peut les trouver tout rerégler c'est occupé j'suis pas mal pourtant oh pas d'quoi tuer un cardiaque peut-être un peu trop plongée dans les signes du zodiaque j'peux les abandonner ne plus m'en occuper 3/4 en avant tirons au clair tout ce mic-mac si tu m'aimais tant tu répondrais du tac au tac c'est qu'on peut pas t'parler t'es toujours occupé
Occapella Composer(s): Allen Toussaint Performer(s): Ringo Starr; Lee Dorsey; The Manhattan Transfer; Van Dyke Parks
Groovy!
Ah, there's music in the streets and there's music in the air A little ol' soul beat, and there's dancin' ev'rywhere I would tell the whole world, tell 'em if I could To add a little song into each life Oh, it's a-finger snappin' good
Oh Oh
Ah, pardon me, boys, but could you use it? We're gonna make a little music You got soul, now don'tcha lose it We're gonna make a little music Ev'rything's gonna be mellow We gon' just a-singin' occapella Ev'rything's gonna be mellow We gon' just a-singin' occapella
Oh Oh
Hey!
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah Da-da-da-da-da-da-da - jabba dabba dabba dabba di dah Da-da-da-da-da-da-da - jabba dabba dabba dabba di dah
Oh, there's dancin' in the streets and there's music in the air A little ol' soul beat, and there's dancin' ev'rywhere I would tell the whole world, tell 'em if I could To add a little song into each life You know it's finger poppin' good
Oh Oh
Pardon me, boys, but could you use it? We're gonna make a little music You got soul, now don'tcha lose it We're gonna make a little music Ev'rything's gonna be mellow We gon' just a-singin' occapella Ev'rything's gonna be mellow We gon' just a-singin' occapella
I said, ev'rything's gonna be mellow Ev'rybody's singin' occapella I said, ev'rything's gonna be mellow Ev'rybody's singin' occapella Ev'rything's gonna be
