Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Iedereen helpt jou van alles af Iedereen helpt jou van wieg tot graf Iedereen helpt jou tot je straf Iedereen helpt jou, je bent bekaf
Iedereen legt z'n eigen leven op je schouder Iedereen legt jouw eigen leven naast zich neer Iedereen maakt jouw eigen jeugd weer een dag ouder Iedereen maakt jouw eigen vreugde tot verweer
Iedereen houdt jou van alles voor Iedereen houdt jou in eigen koor Iedereen houdt jou aan z'n eigen oor Iedereen houdt jou in z'n eigen spoor
Iedereen zegt altijd eerlijk wat-ie vindt Iedereen zegt alles heel eerlijk in vertrouwen Iedereen vlecht je haren want je bent een kind Iedereen strijkt jouw hemd en broek in eigen vouwen
Iedereen wil jou op eigen grond Iedereen wil jou mond op mond Iedereen wil jou als een eigen hond Iedereen wil dat je niet bestond
Kom, leg je eigen leven nu maar op m'n schouder Kom, leg je eigen leven nu maar bij mij neer Kom in m'n armen want het wordt een dagje kouder Kom, want de anderen krijgen mooi het heen en weer
Iedereen wil jou voor zich alleen Iedereen wil jou om zich heen Iedereen wil jou in 't algemeen Iedereen gooit jou als een dobbelsteen
Kom, leg je leven nu maar op m'n schouder Kom, leg de buitenwereld nu maar naast je neer Kom, leg je eigen leven nu maar op je schouder Kom, leg de buitenwereld nu maar eens een keer naast je neer!
Kentucky Babe Composer(s): Adam Geibel; Richard Henry Buck Performer(s): Maxine Sullivan; The Chordettes; Bing Crosby; Deborah Henson-Conant; Silk City
Skeeters am a hummin' on the honeysuckle vine sleep Kentucky Babe!
Sandman am a comin' to this little child of mine sleep Kentucky Babe!
Silvery moon am a shinin' on de heavens up above bobolink am pinin' for his little lady love . . .
You is might lucky Babe of old Kentucky close your eyes in sleep . . . and fly away fly away Kentucky Babe fly away to rest, fly away lay your cy woolly head on your mammy's breast hmm, hmmm, edah la da da dee close your eyes in sleep!
The Entertainer Composer(s): Scott Joplin - Oscar Brown Jr. Performer(s): Oscar Brown Jr.
Were there any who cared a cuss The day the ragtime piano man died Were there many who sobbed and sighed As they carted him on his final ride
Was there much of a damn they gave About this talented son of a slave When the brother passed on, another coloured man gone Without a marker to put on his grave
Were there any who truly knew What made the black entertainer so blue The depression he fell into Over dreams that were never comin' true
Was there much of a damn they gave About this talented son of a slave When the brother passed on, another coloured man gone Without a marker to put on his grave
He played his ragtime tunes in honky-tonk saloons Piano music that the public loved to hear Its syncopated beat got them to tappin' their feet Made all their cares and troubles disappear
He had such happy sounds that as he made the rounds The entertainer fin'ly saw his talent pay There for a little while he was livin' in style Makin' the music of the day
Out of his ragtime themes he built ambitious dreams In which his music turned to opera on the stage A mighty work of art he felt with all his heart Ragtime music was the classic of its age
But then a change of taste laid all his dreams to waste The fickle punblic found itself another craze There for a little bit he was a pretty big hit But it was just a passin' phase
Were there any that felt the pain That drove the black entertainer insane A frustration that racked his brain Just to think all that work had been in vain
Was there much of a damn they gave About this talented son of a slave When the brother passed on, anotrher nigger just gone Without a marker to put on his grave
Born ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime From a chronic condition caused by the lack of recognition Born ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime Beaten by an ambition for which he couldn't raise a dime
Born in eighteen-sixty-eight, died in nineteen-seventeen Scott Joplin, whose music won a Motion Picture Academy Award Fifty-six years after he was layed in an unmarked grave Ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime Beaten by an ambition for which he couldn't raise a dime
Where were all the mans, he was an entertainer Multitude of fans, what an entertainer Those who clapped their hands to hear the entertainer Play the ragtime dance
Tell me where were they, he was an entertainer When he passed away, oh, what an entertainer There for a while he was livin' in style Makin' the music of the day
Where were all the mans, he was an entertainer Multitude of fans, oh, what an entertainer Those who clapped their hands to hear the entertainer Play the ragtime dance
Tell me where were they, he was an entertainer When he passed away, oh, what an entertainer There for a bit he was really a hit But it was... what can I say
Idylle Philoménale Composer(s): René Rivedoux Performer(s): Yves Montand
Quand j'ai croisé la martine C'était par un beau matin J'allais ach'ter des bottines Et lui trouvais très beau teint Nous partîmes en limousine Visiter le Limousin Après comme on le devine Ma p'tite femme elle devint
Ma concierge qui est amène Tous les matins m'serr' la main Mêm' qu'au moment des étrennes Dans ses bras elle m'étreint Cela m'attire des scènes Que je suppose à dessein Pour ne pas qu'ma Philomène Un beau jour ne m'file aux mains
Son manteau de ballerine Gentiment lui bat les reins Sa robe de percaline Lui vient de son père câlin Pendant que je me surmène Dans un travail surhumain Elle arpente l'av'nue du Maine En t'nant son fichu d'une main
Comm' j'ai un chien et une chienne Qui me vienn'nt d'un autrichien Ma p'tit femm' qui est vosgienne Me dit: "Pour él'ver vos chiens Vous aurez beaucoup de peine Car au pays transalpin J'ai connu un' helvétienne Qu'a jamais pu él'ver l'sien" Et voilà!
Kentucky Bluebird (aka "Message To Martha" or Message To Michael) German Title: Kleine Treue Nachtigall Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Hal David Performer(s): Lou Johnson and various other artists (Originally performed by: Jerry Butler - 1964)
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Martha, message to Martha She sings each night in some café In her search to find wealth and fame I hear Martha has gone and changed her name
It's a year since she was here Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Martha, message to Martha Tell her I love her more each day As the train pulled out down the track Martha promised she'd soon be coming back
Oh, tell her how my heart just breaks in two Since she journeyed far And even though her dreams of fame fell through To me she will always be a star
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Martha, message to Martha Tell her to start for home today When you find her please let her know Rich or poor, I will always love her so
The Donovans Composer(s): Francis Fahy - Alicia Adelaide Needham Performer(s): Bing Crosby, Barry Fitzgerald & Ann Blyth
Well if you would like to see The height of hospitality The cream of kindly welcome And the core of cordiality The joys of all the olden times You're wishin' to recall again Come down to Donovans And there you'll meet them all again
Oh, céad mile fáilte They'll greet you down at Donovans As cheery as the springtime As Irish as the conovan The wish of my heart is If ever I had anyone That ev'ry luck that lightens life May light upon the Donovan
As soon as e're you lift the latch The little ones are meetin' you And as soon as you're beneath the thatch Kindly looks are greetin' you Scarcely are you ready To be holdin' out the ?????????? When down by the fireside You're sittin' in the midst of them
(Oh, céad mile fáilte) (They greet you at Donovans) As cheery as the springtime As Irish as the conovan (The wish of my heart is) (If ever I had anyone) That ev'ry luck that lightens life May light upon the Donovan
(Hey!)
(Hey! Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Donovans!)
Well, then when you rise to go it's "Hah, hah, hah, now then, sit down again" "Isn't it a haste you're in" and "Won't you soon come round again, hmmmm" Your cobeen and your overcoat You'd better pull it stray from them T'will take you all your time to try And tear yourself away from them
Oh, céad mile fáilte They'll greet you down at Donovans As cheery as the springtime As Irish as the conovan The wish of my heart is If ever I had anyone That ev'ry luck that lightens life May light upon the Donovan
That ev'ry luck that lightens life May light upon the Donovan
Ídolo De Los Quemados Composer(s): León Gieco; Luis Gurevich Performer(s): León Gieco
Soy mezcla de baguala Internet y tango viejo No hay nada más hermoso que el lunfardo de Rivero Cuando voy con Don Sixto por calles del buen aire jamás nos detenemos a mirar el afichaje Es parte del folkclore Es parte del derroche
Soy mezcla de baguala Internet y tango viejo No hay nada más hermoso que el lunfardo de Rivero
Sueño ir por Buenos Aires y con Sabat tomar un café
para volar un ratito con las alas de Gardel Un sueño del 2001
y del 3000 también
Cuando partí, mi viejo me aconsejó que no viviera en San Miguel, Moreno, Ituzaingó o en Haedo
"Andá directamente donde están los presidentes" Por eso, en Moreno 411 y Defensa en una pensión mugrienta
se alojó este cabeza
Cuando no hay opción, el pueblo sufre y se la banca Y aunque es medio quedado nunca irá para la Plaza La Plaza es de los años y de las madres santas que buscan a sus hijos y los seguirán buscando Es parte de la historia Es parte de la sangre
Le doy una limosna a Martín Fierro y al Quijote que están cansados de luchar pidiendo en Plaza Once No me trates como un Dios soy sólo un bolso que hace shows Extraño a mi vieja en el síndrome del batón Soy un muñeco roto junto a la Biblia y el calefón
Hay un viejo podrido que quemó el jardín florido y tiene un hijo imbécil con la cara de asesino Sabemos que este pueblo aún vive de promesas Las minas argentinas fueron más después de Eva De que las hay, las hay Nunca tendrás tu calle, Alsogaray
Comprame, soy barato canto gratis por los barrios Como no entro en tu target no me pases por tu radio Yo digo cárcel y castigo a corruptos y asesinos Si la ley no alcanza, sos persona que no es grata Me hice ateo, nomás, Videla usó mi Dios para matar
Vos que le echas la culpa a bolivianos y peruanos a los que cortan rutas o están sus tierras reclamando, no seas tan tarado, el que te jode está a tu lado Los diarios le dan tapa y la tele un buen horario se sienta a cualquier mesa a negociar la sangre nueva
Soy un guerrero más de este rock que está quebrado Estoy para el mangazo Soy el ídolo de los quemados No sé muy bien adonde voy misterios tiene la canción Me gusta la tranquilidad de un cementerio viejo Temele a los vivos Nunca te harán daño los muertos
Kentucky Means Paradise Composer(s): Merle Travis Performer(s): Rick Nelson; Glen Campbell; The Green River Boys; Jimmy Dean; Randall Hylton; Roger Bellow; Billy Jack Wills
You take a K and an E N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y And that spells Kentucky And it means paradise
You take a chicken and you kill it And you put it in the skillet And you fry it up a golden brown And that's southern cookin' And that's mighty nice
It don't cover a lot when you look on a map But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap
You take a K and an E N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y And that spells Kentucky And it means paradise
It don't cover a lot when you look on a map But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap
You take a K and an E N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y And that spells Kentucky And it means paradise
It don't cover a lot when you look on a map But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap
You take a K and an E N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y And that spells Kentucky And it means paradise
The Broken Record Composer(s): Cliff Friend - Harry Tobias - Boyd Bunch Performer(s): Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians and multiple other artists
My Sweetheart, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous tonight That's a song I heard on the phonograph The needle caught on the broken half And kept playing... and saying
My Sweetheart, I kiss you, I kiss you, I kiss you, I kiss you I kiss you, I kiss you tonight All at once I started to think of you The things I've wanted to say and do When we're dancing... romancing
The broken record played on and then The broken record started again
My Sweetheart, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I do Oh, the tune sounds silly I will agree The words sound daffy, but not to me For there's no doubt it's the way I feel about you
Idle Gossip Composer(s): Joseph Meyer; Floyd Huddleston Performer(s): Perry Como; Cliff Richard; Sarah Vaughan
Friends may often come to you with idle gossip Should they say our love is through, that's idle gossip! Let the rumours come an' go, we'll prove to everyone we still carry on as though our love affair has just begun!
Now an' then let's stop an' kiss when we're out walking someone's sure to notice this and they'll start talking! In their idle gossip, they may say that I love you an' this time, idle gossip will be true!
In their idle gossip, they may say that I love you an' this time, idle gossip will be true!
Kentucky Rain Composer(s): Eddie Rabbitt; Dick Heard Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Barb Jungr; Orion; Eddie Rabbitt
Seven lonely days And a dozen towns ago I reached out one night And you were gone Don't know why you'd run, What you're running to or from All I know is I want to bring you home
So I'm walking in the rain, Thumbing for a ride On this lonely Kentucky backroad I've loved you much too long And my love's too strong To let you go, never knowing What went wrong
Kentucky rain keeps pouring down And up ahead's another town That I'll go walking thru With the rain in my shoes, Searchin for you In the cold Kentucky rain, In the cold Kentucky rain
Showed your photograph To some old gray bearded man Sitting on a bench Outside a gen'ral store They said "Yes, she's been here" But their memory wasn't clear Was it yesterday, No, wait the day before
So I fin'ly got a ride With a preacher man who asked "Where you bound on such a dark afternoon?" As we drove on thru the rain As he listened I explained And he left me with a prayer That I'd find you
The Bramble Bush Composer(s): Frank De Vol - Mack David Performer(s): Trini Lopez
The bramble bush is lovely, it fills you with delight The flowers on the bramble bush are all so pink and white But if you reach to pluck one, as sure as you are born The bramble bush will stick you with it's prickly thorn
And the pretty girl is like a bramble bush Yes, a pretty girl will thrill you very much Oh, a pretty girl is like a bramble bush But you'll get stuck if you should touch
The girl I fell in love with was such a lovely sight So beautiful to gaze upon, so soft and pink and white And as I reached to kiss her, beneath the summer skies I was so much in love, I didn't realise
That a pretty girl is like a bramble bush Yes, a pretty girl will thrill you very much Oh, a pretty girl is like a bramble bush But you'll get stuck if you should touch
The summer soon was over and autumn chilled the sky The flowers on the bramble bush began to fade and die And with the faded flowers, my true love travelled on And I can feel the thorns now that my lover has gone
But the pretty girl, yes, is like a bramble bush Yes, a pretty girl will thrill you very much Oh, the pretty girl is like a bramble bush But you'll get stuck if you should touch
Oh, the bramble bush Yes, the bramble bush Oh, the bramble bush Yes, the bramble bush
They say the men who looked for gold Were warmed by the sun in her glance So, they fell for the belle of the Yukon And their dreams remembered how to dance
They say her voice could tame the wind Wherever she was it was spring So, they fell for the belle of the Yukon And their hearts remembered how to sing
When old timers talk of early glories She's always somewhere in their stories They say her smile could melt the moon And roses were willing to grow
When they tell of the belle of the Yukon Well, it may be true for all we know It happened many years ago
Idiosincrasia Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Dios te ilumine, si Dios quiere con la ayuda de Dios A Dios rogando, y con el mazo dando adiós Vaya por Dios, Dios mío, la de Dios es Cristo, como hay Dios Dios mediante, si Dios no lo remedia los sin-Dios, con Dios, como Dios manda palabra de Dios Aquí no se mueve ni Dios castigo de Dios, por Dios, por Dios... Dios los crea, los que Dios mande Dios proveerá Dios aprieta pero no ahoga a la buena de Dios La Madre de Dios, en las manos de Dios como Dios, por esos mundos de Dios en nombre de Dios ¡Dios Santo! ¡Dios no lo permita! Dios te bendiga pordiosero vive Dios Dios se lo pague vive Dios Dios te oiga vive Dios Dios bendito vive Dios Dios nos pille confesados ... Aquí no se aclara ni Dios gracias a Dios
Kentucky Woman Composer(s): Neil Diamond Performer(s): Deep Purple; and various other artists
Kentucky Woman She shines in her own kind of light She looks at you once in a day And what's wrong is alright And I love her, God knows I love her
Kentucky Woman She gets to know you She gets to hold you Kentucky Woman
She ain't the kind to turn at the drop of her name Well all the things she does they turn you on just the same And I love her, God knows I love her
Kentucky Woman She gets to know you She gets to hold you Kentucky Woman
I don't want much The Good Lord's earth beneath my feet A gentle touch Cause that one girl in life is sweet and good There ain't no doubt, I'm talking about
Kentucky Woman She gets to know you She gets to hold you Kentucky Woman
Kentucky Woman she shines in her own kind of light She looks at you once in a day And what's wrong is alright And I love her, yes I do, I love her
Kentucky Woman She gets to know you She gets to hold you Kentucky Woman Kentucky Woman Kentucky Woman Kentucky Woman
Just about three years ago
Two young folk, they met
They fell in love right there and then
Never to forget
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Their love grew stronger hour by hour
The end of ev'ry day
They'd kiss goodbye and with a smile
To each other they would say
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Then one day a letter came
And in it Terry read
To serve his Country he must go
To leave Mary he would dread
The day's seemed weeks, the months seemed years
But Mary's love was strong
Then she found no letters came
But in her heart there was a sound
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
One afternoon, a telegram
"Meet me at the train at half-past-five"
Oh, Mary's heart was filled with joy
Was Terry still alive?
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
She ran down to the station
It was Terry standing there
She threw her arms around his neck
Their voices filled the air
Terry Brown's in love with Mary Dee
Idées Noires Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers & Nicoletta
Il se lève, c'est l'heure, écrase son mégot Dans sa tasse de café, éteint la stéréo Eteint le lampadaire, éteint le plafonnier Eteint dans la cuisine, met la sécurité Un couloir Une porte Un lit C'est la nuit Quelques pills pour dormir, je n'sais plus où je suis Un store noir Une porte Un lit C'est l'ennui Rien à faire pour l'amour, mais ne dis pas toujours
Où es-tu, quand tu es dans mes bras? Que fais-tu, est-ce que tu penses à moi? D'où viens-tu ? Un jour tu partiras Où es-tu, quand tu es dans mes bras?
Je fais des mauvais rêves, j'suis sur un mauvais câble Dans la paranoïa, pas de marchand de sable J'vois en panoramique urgente et désirable Une blonde décapitée dans sa décapotable Cauchemar Highway Bad trip Fumée noire Une vamp vorace tue au fond d'un couloir J'en sors pas Cafard Bad trip Idées noires Avalé par l'espace au fond d'un entonnoir
J'veux m'enfuir, quand tu es dans mes bras J'veux m'enfuir, est-ce que tu rêves de moi J'veux m'enfuir, tu ne penses qu'à toi J'veux m'enfuir, tout seul tu finiras
J'veux m'enfuir, quand tu es dans mes bras J'veux m'enfuir, est-ce que tu rêves de moi J'veux m'enfuir, tu ne penses qu'à toi J'veux m'enfuir, tout seul tu finiras
J'veux m'enfuir, j'veux partir, j'veux d'l'amour, du plaisir D'la folie, du désir, j'veux pleurer et j'veux rire J'veux m'enfuir, j'veux partir, j'veux d'l'amour, du plaisir D'la folie, du désir, j'veux pleurer et j'veux rire J'veux m'enfuir, j'veux partir, j'veux d'l'amour, du plaisir D'la folie, du désir, j'veux pleurer et j'veux rire
J'veux m'enfuir, quand tu es dans mes bras J'veux m'enfuir, est-ce que tu rêves de moi J'veux m'enfuir, tu ne penses qu'à toi J'veux m'enfuir, tout seul tu finiras
J'veux m'enfuir, quand tu es dans mes bras J'veux m'enfuir, est-ce que tu rêves de moi J'veux m'enfuir, tu ne penses qu'à toi J'veux m'enfuir, tout seul tu finiras...
