Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Michèle Composer(s): Didier Barbelivien; M. Cywie Originally performed by: Gérard Lenorman
Tu avais à peine quinze ans Tes cheveux portaient des rubans Tu habitais tout près Du Grand Palais Je t'appelais le matin Et ensemble on prenait le train Pour aller, au lycée Michèle, assis près de toi Moi j'attendais la récré Pour aller au café Boire un chocolat Et puis t'embrasser
Un jour tu as eu dix-sept ans Tes cheveux volaient dans le vent Et souvent tu chantais Oh! Yesterday! Les jeudis après-midi On allait au cinéma gris Voir les films, de Marilyn Michèle, un soir en décembre La neige tombait sur les toits Nous étions toi et moi Endormis ensemble Pour la première fois
Le temps a passé doucement Et déchu le Prince Charmant Qui t'offrait des voyages Dans ses nuages On m'a dit que tu t'es mariée En avril au printemps dernier Que tu vis, à Paris
Michèle, c'est bien loin tout ça Les rues, les cafés joyeux Mêmes les trains de banlieue Se moquent de toi, se moquent de moi Michèle, c'est bien loin tout ça Les rues, les cafés joyeux Mêmes les trains de banlieue Se moquent de toi, se moquent de moi.... Se moquent de moi!
Opel
Composer(s): Roger Waters; Syd Barrett; Pete Jenner Performer(s): Syd Barrett; RPWL
On a distant shore, miles from land stands the ebony totem in ebony sand a dream in a mist of grey on a far distant shore...
The pebble that stood alone and driftwood lies half buried warm shallow waters sweep shells so the cockles shine...
A bare winding carcase, stark shimmers as flies scoop up meat, an empty way... dry tears... crisp flax squeaks tall reeds make a circle of grey in a summer way, around man stood on ground
I'm trying I'm trying to find you To find you
I'm living, I'm giving To find you To find you I'm living I'm living I'm trying, I'm giving
Ojos Españoles
(English Version: Spanish Eyes)
Composer(s): Bert Kaempfert
Performer(s): Jose Luis Martines Vesga
and multiple other artists
Son como el mar, como el azul del cielo y como el sol son del color, de un clavel que empieza a despertar son algo más que las estrellas al anochecer y ¡Olé¡ y ¡Olé!; los ojos de la española que yo amé
Yo fui feliz, mirando aquellos ojos de mi amor yo nunca vi, ni en el arco iris su color son algo más que estrellas al anochecer y ¡Olé¡ y ¡Olé!; los ojos de la española que yo amé ojos que nunca nunca olvidaré
Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were older You were looking like Picasso With a scar across your shoulder You were kneeling by the river You were digging up the bodies Buried long ago Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed you were a pilgrim On a highway out alone to find The mother of your children Who were still unborn and waiting In the wings of some desire Abandoned long ago Michelangelo
Were you there at Armageddon Was Paris really burning Could I have been the one to pull you From the point of no returning And did I hear you calling out my name Or was it forgotten long ago Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were riding On a blood red painted pony Up where the heavens were dividing And the angels turned to ashes You came tumbling with them to earth So Far below Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you lay dying In a field of thorn and roses With a hawk about you crying For the warrior slain in battle From an arrow driven deep inside you Long ago Michelangelo
Did you suffer at the end Would there be no one to remember Did you banish all the old ghosts With the terms of surrender And could you hear me calling out your name Well I guess that I will never know Michelangelo
Last night I dreamed about you I dreamed that you were weeping And your tears poured down like diamonds For a love beyond all keeping And you caught them one by one In a million silk bandanas that I gave you long ago Michelangelo
Op De Purp'ren Hei Composer(s): Armand Preud'homme; Eugeen De Ridder Performer(s): Bob Benny; and various other artists
In de stille kempen Op de purperen hei Staat een eenzaam huisje Met een berk erbij
En een zomeravond In gedroom alleen Kwam ik ongewetend Langs dit huisje heen
Hoe schoon nog de wereld De zomerse hei Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij Hoe schoon nog de wereld De zomerse hei Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij
In het eenzamm huisje Zat een meisje ach Lijk hij nergens anders Ooit een meisje zag
Door het venster keek ze Mij verlegen toe Schoof 't gordijntje toe en Is maar opgestaan
Hoe schoon nog de wereld De zomerse hei Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij Hoe schoon nog de wereld De zomerse hei Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij
Maar wat heeft de liefde Ook hier niet verricht Want nu schuift 't gordijntje Nooit nog voor hem dicht
Door het open venster Dat men vroeger sloot Lach ik naar ons kindje Op haar moeder's schoot
Hoe schoon nog de wereld De zomerse hei Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij Hoe schoon nog de wereld De zomerse hei Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij Dat is hier op aarde de hemel voor mij
Michelangelo Composer(s): Björn Skifs; Bengt Palmers Performer(s): Björn Skifs
Har försökt att fånga bilden jag vill ha av dig Fast filmerna är många har ingen riktigt lyckats mig Bilderna saknar ju skärpa och stil Och gör inte rättvisa åt din profil En tanke når mig långt ifrån Jag slår mig ner vid min telefon
Michelangelo, kan du svara på Hur du gjorde dom, alla tavlor som blev historia sen Michelangelo, men så svara då Kan du komma hit, och ta med stafflit och måla av min vän
Om man kunde visa hela världen hur du ler Då skulle Mona-Lisa be om att få plockas ner Du skulle ta hennes plats som legend Med fräknar på näsan blir du lika känd Så mästaren nånstans ifrån Var snäll och svara i telefon Michelangelo...
Oom-Pah-Pah Composer(s): Lionel Bart Performer(s): Georgia Brown; and various other artists
Chairman (Spoken): Ladies and gentlemen, brethren and sinners all! I call upon our Goddess of the Virtues to give us her well known rendition of the old school song Oom-Pah-Pah!
Nancy (Spoken): All right, shut up, you lot! A bit of culture now! 'Ere we go...
(Sung): There's a little ditty They're singing in the city Espeshly when they've been On the gin Or the beer If you've got the patience, Your own imaginations Will tell you just exactly what you want to hear...
All Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes, Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Ev'ryone knows.
Nancy They all suppose what they want to suppose When they hear...oom-pah-pah!!
Mister Percy Snodgrass Would often have the odd glass But never when he thought anybody could see Secretly he'd buy it And drink it on the quiet And dream he was an Earl Wiv a girl on each knee!
Customers and Nancy Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes. Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Ev'ryone knows...
Nancy What is the cause of his red shiny nose? Could it be...oom-pah-pah!?
Pretty little Sally Goes walking down the alley Displays her pretty ankles to all of the men They could see her garters But not for free-and-gratis An inch or two, and then she knows When to say when!
All Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes. Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Ev'ryone knows...
Nancy Whether it's hidden, or whether it shows It's the same...oom-pah-pah! She was from the country But now she's up a gum-tree She let a feller feed 'er, then lead 'er along What's the good o' cryin'? She's made a bed to lie in She's glad to bring the coin in And join in this song!
All Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes! Oom-pah-pah!Oom-pah-pah! Ev'ryone knows
Nancy She is no longer the same blushing rose Ever since ... oom-pah-pah!
(Spoken): Altogether now!
Nancy (Sung): There's a little ditty They're singing in the city Espeshly when they've been On the gin Or the beer If you've got the patience Your own imaginations Will tell you just exactly what you want to hear...
Company Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Ev'ryone knows They all suppose what they want to suppose When they hear...oom-pah-pah!!
All Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! That's how it goes Oom-pah-pah! Oom-pah-pah! Ev'ryone knows
Nancy They all suppose what they want to suppose When they hear...oom-pah-pah!!
Michail, Michail Dieses Liedchen ist für Dich Lass Dir bloß nicht übern Tisch ziehn und zieh uns nicht übern Tisch Michail, Michail Bleibe klug und bleibe schlau Bleibe Kind und sei ein Mann und sei tapfer wie 'ne Frau Sonst gabs Kanonen statt Butter jetzt jibt et Freiheit statt Butter Mein lieber Gorbi, det macht mir Sorgi Nix is mit Freiheit ohne Futter Ick will in keen Paradies rin Die Welt soll bloß nicht so mies sin Ick will bloß Wahrheit, Brot und Tomaten Liebe und Sojabraten
Oi oi mama, Hoffnung die ich heg Mütterchen mein, Rußland macht sich aufn Weg Oi oi mama, blas mal in die Glut Feuerchen, Du wärmst mich und das macht mir Mut Michail, Michail
Zieht euch warm an!
Michail, Michail Überall in Ost und West hast Du Freunde, doch auch Feinde und die wünschen Dir die Pest Michail, Michail aber ich, ich wünsch' Dir Glück daß Du weiter Deinen Weg machst ohne Kugel im Genick Da streiten sich die Gelehrten wie rund ist die Ecke ist die Reform ne Revolution Bist Du nurn Verräter odern Recke Mir ist det schnuppe, ick denke det ick dir damit nich kränke An Deinen Taten soll man dir messen Freiheit und Lieder und Wurscht zum Essen
Oi oi mama, was er alles kann Mach mach dumm, schnell ist man ein Tyrann Oi oi papa, Du kannst mehr Bleibe immer Mensch und sei ein Revolutionär Michail, Michail
Jetzt noch einmal!
Vladimir, sprach ich Sag, geht das mit dem Gorbi klar oder spielt er nur moderner wieder mal den alten Zar Es gibt so viele Parasiten uniformierte Banditen Putschgeneräle und Offiziere ordenbehängte hohe Tiere So viele Menschenverwalter die sehen Glasnost mit kalter mit kalter Wut und mit heißem Schrecken in die Arbeit stecken
Oi oi mama, eine neue Zeit Offen alle Grenzen, oi Gerechtigkeit Oi oi Kinder, klein ist unsre Welt Und sie soll ein Garten werden wo eine grüne Kuppel steht Michail, Michail
Oompa Loompa Composer(s): Anthony Newley; Leslie Bricusse Performer(s): Harry Connick Jr.; Hit Crew; Solanna
Oompa Loompa doompety doo I've got a perfect puzzle for you Oompa Loompa doompety dee If you are wise you'll listen to me
What do you get when you guzzle down sweets Eating as much as an elephant eats What are you at, getting terribly fat What do you think will come of that I don't like the look of it
Oompa Loompa doompety da If you're not greedy, you will go far You will live in happiness too Like the Oompa Loompa doompety do Doompety do
Oompa Loompa doompety doo I've got another puzzle for you Oompa Loompa doompedah dee If you are wise you'll listen to me
Gum chewing's fine when it's once in a while It stops you from smoking and brightens your smile But it's repulsive, revolting and wrong Chewing and chewing all day long The way that a cow does
Oompa Loompa doompety da Given good manners you will go far You will live in happiness too Like the Oompa Loompa doompety do
Oompa Loompa doompety doo I've got another puzzle for you Oompa Loompa doompety dee If you are wise you'll listen to me
Who do you blame when your kid is a brat Pampered and spoiled like a siamese cat Blaming the kids is a lie and a shame You know exactly who's to blame The mother and the father
Oompa Loompa doompety da If you're not spoiled then you will go far You will live in happiness too Like the Oompa Loompa doompety do
Oompa Loompa doompety doo I've got another puzzle for you Oompa Loompa doompedah dee If you are wise you'll listen to me
What do you get from a glut of TV A pain in the neck and an IQ of three Why don't you try simply reading a book Or could you just not bear to look You'll get no You'll get no You'll get no You'll get no You'll get no commercials
Oompa Loompa doompety da If you like reading you will go far You will live in happiness too Like the - Oompa Oompa Loompa doompety do
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He had whiskers on his chin again Along came the wind and blew them in again Poor old Michael Finnegan.... Begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He kicked up an awful dinnegann Because they said he must not sing again Poor old Michael Finnegan.... Begin again
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan Ran a race and thought he'd win again Got so puffed that he had to go in again Poor old Michael Finnegan.... Begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He drank through all his good gin again And so he wasted all his tin again Poor old Michael Finnegan.... Begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He went fishing with a pin again Caught a fish and dropped it in again Poor old Michael Finnegan.... Begin again
There was an old man called Michael Finnegan Climbed a tree and barked his shin again Took off several yards of skin again Poor old Michael Finnegan.... Begin again
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He grew fat and then grew thin again Then he died and had to begin again Poor old Michael Finnegan.... Begin again
Ooit Komt De Dag
Composer(s): Jimmy Frey - Andy Free - Mary Boduin
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis Ooit komt de dag, m'n kind, m'n eigen zoon Dat jij me kent, m'n te lang verloren droom M'n leven is zo leeg, zo leeg het huis
Jij was ons geluk, een gezin met ons drie Maar de liefde ging stuk Waardoor kwam dat, of hoe en door wie?
Zij is weggegaan en nam jou met haar mee En m'n hele bestaan Werd een leven van hoop en verdriet En ik zie je nog De manier hoe je naar me keek Die blik op jou bedroefd gelaat En hoe klein je toen leek
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis Ooit komt de dag, m'n kind, m'n eigen zoon Dat jij me kent, m'n te lang verloren droom M'n leven is zo leeg, zo leeg het huis En ik zie je nog De manier hoe je naar me keek Die blik op jou bedroefd gelaat Je was te klein En je wereld viel uit elkaar
In alle kinderen grote en kleine Zag ik steeds jouw verhaal Oneindig triest In de straten op de pleinen Zag ik jou verdwijnen En ik keek je dan na.
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis Ooit komt de dag, m'n kind, m'n eigen zoon Dat jij me kent, m'n te lang verloren droom M'n leven is zo leeg, zo leeg het huis
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis Ooit komt de dag, m'n kind, m'n eigen zoon Dat jij me kent, m'n te lang verloren droom M'n leven is zo leeg, zo leeg het huis
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis Ooit komt de dag, m'n kind, m'n eigen zoon Dat jij me kent, m'n te lang verloren droom M'n leven is zo leeg, zo leeg het huis
Ooit komt de dag dat jij het weet Wie ik wel was en hoe je werkelijk heet Dan is het feest en kom je weer naar huis
Michael Collins Composer(s): Derek Warfield Performer(s): Wolfe Tones
Come listen all me true men to my simple rhyme For it tells of a young man cut off in his prime A soldier and a statesman who laid down the law, and To die by the roaside in lone Beal na Bla When barely sixteen to England crossed o'er For to work as a boy in a government store But the Volunteers call he could not disobey So he came back to Dublin to join in the fray
At Easter nineteen sixteen when Pearse called them out The men from the Dublin battalion roved out And in the post office they nobley did show How a handful of heros could outfight the foe
To Stafford and jails transported they were As prisonners of England they soon made a stir Released before Christmas and home once again He banded old comrades together to train Dail Eireann assembled our rights to proclaim Suppressed by the English you'd think it's a shame How Ireland's best and bravest were harried and torn From the Arms of their loved ones and children new born
For years Mick eluded their soldiers and spies For he was the master of clever disguise With the Custom House blazing she found t'was no use And soon Mother England had asked for a truce Oh when will the young men a sad lesson spurn That brother and brother they never should turn Alas that a split in our ranks 'ere we saw Mick Collins stretched lifeless in lone Beal na Bla
Oh long will old Ireland be seeking in vain Ere we find a new leader to match the man slain A true son of Grainne his name long will shine O gallant Mick Collins cut off in his prime
Ooh! My Soul Composer(s): Little Richard Performer(s): The Beatles; George Bedard & The Kingpins; Little Richard; Pebbles; Ritchie Valens
Ooh! My soul Well baby, baby, baby, baby don't you know my love is true? Honey, honey, honey, honey said get off of that money Love, love, love Ooh! My soul Well give me give me give me give me give me give me all the love you got Baby, baby, baby, baby don't you know I want a lot Love, love, love Ooh! My soul Well baby, baby, baby, baby don't you know my love is true? I said honey, honey, honey, honey get off of that money Love, love, love Ooh! My soul Well baby, baby, baby, baby don't you know my love is true? Honey, honey, honey, honey get off get off of that money Love, love, love Ooh! My soul
Michael (Traditional) Performer(s): The Highwaymen
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
The river is deep and the river is wide, hallelujah Green pastures on the other side, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Jordan's river is chilly and cold, hallelujah Chills the body but not the soul, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
The river is deep and the river is wide, hallelujah Milk and honey on the other side, hallelujah
Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah Sister help to trim the sail, hallelujah
Ooh Las Vegas Composer(s): Gram Parsons - Ric Grech First release by: Gram Parson - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Well, the first time I lose a drink of whiskey And the second time I lose a drink of gin, Third time I lose a drink of anything Cause I think I'm gonna win.
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Well, the queen of spades is a friend of mine The queen of hearts is a bitch Some day when I clean up my mind I'll think I'm gonna win.
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Spend all night with a dealer Just trying to get ahead, Spend all day at the Holiday Inn Just trying to get out of bed
Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ooh, Las Vegas ain't no place for a poor boy like me Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me Ev'ry time I hit your crystal city You know you're gonna make a wreck out of me
Ooh La La Composer(s): Ronnie Lane; Ron Wood Performer(s): Rod Stewart; and various other artists
Poor old Grandad I laughed at all his words I thought he was a bitter man He spoke of women's ways They'll trap you then they use you before you even know For love is blind and you're far too kind Don't ever let it show
I wish that I knew what I know now When I was younger I wish that I knew what I know now When I was stronger
The can-can such a pretty show Will steal your heart away But backstage back on earth again The dressing rooms are grey They come on strong and it ain't too long For they make you feel a man But love is blind and you soon will find You're just a boy again (joana)
When you want her lips, you get her cheek Makes you wonder where you are If you want some more then she's fast asleep Leaves you twinkling with the stars
Poor young grandson there's nothing I can say You'll have to learn, just like me And that's the hardest way, ooh la la
I wish that I knew what I know now When I was younger I wish that I knew what I know now When I was stronger
Mi Vida Es Cantar Composer(s): Victor Daniel Performer(s): Celia Cruz
Cantar para mi, es cómo ser dueña del universo poder expresar con mi voz lo que llevo por dentro Hacerles a ustedes sentir sensaciones grandiosas y en siete notas conjugar cantando muchas cosas Y cuando la magia de algún son invade poco a poco el corazón me envuelvo con su ritmo sabroson y el sentimiento Siento los cueros repicar y mi cuerpo no cesa de bailar dejándome llevar por el compás que bien me siento
Y es que el canto, yo lo llevo por dentro Cantando yo viajo al mundo brindándole sentimiento Y es que el canto, yo lo llevo por dentro Tres amores tengo dentro de mi alegre corazón Y es que el canto, yo lo llevo por dentro Cuba bella, el son la rumba y mi cabecita de algodón Y es que el canto, yo lo llevo por dentro Lo que soy, es la gracia de Dios Su amor me dio este talento que te brindo con mi voz, con mi voz
Ooh I Do Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul; Barry Blue Performer(s): Lynsey De Paul; Barry Blue
The high school dance began at eight but mum and dad said don't be late They never ever seem to understand, I'm not the little girl they think I am .....they think I am
Ooh, Ooh I Do Oh yes I do love you Ooh, ooh I do Oh yes I do wo wo wo no no no no no no
I know for you it's just the same, and if we're young we're not to blame They don't believe in teenage love affairs They'll never know how much we really care .....we really care
Ooh, Ooh I Do Oh yes I do love you Ooh, ooh I do Oh yes I do wo wo wo no no no no no no
Mi Vida Es Amor Composer(s): Victor Rafael Cordero Performer(s): Javier Solís
Mi vida es amor, amor que me devora el alma mi vida es amor, calor, fulgor de la mañana Pájaros, flores, montañas y nubes de plata una carreta de paja perdida hacia allá
Mi vida es cantar, soñar con todas mis canciones Reír y llorar de amor al ver caer el sol Y en la noche a la orilla del mar las estrellas ponerme a contar Mi vida es amor, amor, amor
Y en la noche a la orilla del mar las estrellas ponerme a contar Mi vida es amor, amor, amor
