Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Me And My Melinda Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Kay Kyser; Bunny Berigan; Johnny Desmond; Gene Krupa & His Orch.
Me and my Melinda My Melinda and me We are bound up together in sympathy Me and my Melinda We are seldom apart On the nights when I feel Like a heart to heart When I'm blue We just sit there holding hands And when we do My Melinda understands When I'm having trouble That I cannot disclose When I can't tell the world Of my private woes Long before I tell her My Melinda knows
On M'A Donné Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
On m'a donné des yeux et l'on m'a dit regardes J'ai eu beau regarder je n'ai rien entrevu On m'a donné un coeur et l'on m'a dit prends garde J'ai eu beau prendre garde un jour je l'ai perdu On m'a donné l'amour hélas je le regrette Car il s'en est allé depuis je n'y crois plus On m'a donné un corps mais j'ai perdu la tête Et j'ai souillé mon corps dans des bras inconnus On m'a donné, on m'a donné
On m'a donné des rêves mais quelle imposture Car ces rêves ne sont que de longs cauchemars On m'a donné des lèvres afin qu'elles murmurent Elles n'ont jamais dit que des mots sans espoir On m'a donné des larmes de joies de souffrances Je ne pleure jamais car mon coeur est de bois On m'a donné aussi en plus une conscience Mais au fond de moi-même elle n'a plus de voix On m'a donné, on m'a donné Pourquoi
On m'a donné des livres afin que je lise Mais je les ai brûlé sans les avoir ouverts On m'a donné des mains pour les joindre à l'église Mais qui sait si j'irai au ciel ou en enfer On m'a donné une âme à garder pure et blanche Mais j'ai vendu mon âme au diable un beau matin On m'a donné la vie qui a pris sa revanche Mais j'ai gâcher la vie que j'avais dans mes mains Dieu m'est témoin on m'a donné On m'a donné, en vain
On m'a dit qu'j'avais dit que Du mal de toi parc'que Tu t'répandais sur moi C't'hiver j'aurai pas froid Tu m'as bien habillé Mais j't'ai bien costumée Et ceux qui t'aiment font semblant t'écouter C'est pour mieux te miner Veulent nous voir séparés Ne crois pas Aux washah - washah - washah
Halte à tout, parle-moi, retrouvons-nous Laisse les vipères siffler Laisse le bon temps rouler Même s'il y a pas d'fumée sans feu L'amour ça s'brûle a deux Mais on m'a dit qu't'as dit que
j'ne suis pas une mauvaise langue, je n'rapporterai pas que quand j'rentre au p'tit matin, t'es pas toujours là
Washah - washah - washah
On m'a dit qu't'avais dit que Du mal de moi parce que Je balançais sur toi Des choses qu'existaient pas On m'a dit qu't'as dis que du mal de moi parce que J't'ai délaissée mais j't'ai pas mis d'collier J't'ai pas abandonnée J'suis pas fait pour dresser Ne crois pas Aux washah - washah - washah
Je ressemble a tous ces chiens Qu'on met d'vant les niches
Je fais semblant de garder J'aboie, mais je triche
Me And My Baby Performer(s): Ann Reinking & Boys; Rob Fisher
Roxie: Look at my baby my baby and me..
Me and my baby My baby and me We're 'bout as happy as babies can be What if I find That I'm causght in a storm? I don't care my baby's there And baby's bound to keep me warm We're sticking together And ain't we got fun So much together You'd count us as one Tell old man worry to go climb a tree 'cause I've got my baby I'm with my baby Look at my baby and me
Looka my baby my baby and me A dream of a duo Now don't you agree Why keep it mum When there's nothing to hid? And what I feel I must reveal It's more that I can keep inside And I can assure you It won't go away Let me assur you It grow every day I was a one once But now I' a 'we' 'cause I got my baby My dear little baby Looka my baby and me
Roxie and boys: Looka my baby My baby and me Facing the world Optimistically Nothing can stop us So nobody try 'cause baby's rough And full of stuff And incidentally, so am I Get out of our way, folks And give us some room Watch how we bubble And blossom and bloom Life was a prison But we got the key Me and my baby My dear little baby My cute little baby My sweet little baby My fat little baby My soft little baby My pink little baby My bald little baby Looka my baby
On Laisse Tous Un Jour Composer(s): Vline Buggy; Hugues Aufray; Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
On laisse tous un jour Un peu de notre vie Sur une table Dans le fond d'un café Sur une table Que l'on oublie jamais
On laisse tous un jour Un peu de ses amis Tous les poètes Venus se mettre au chaud Sur la banquette Dans un coin de bistrot On dit "salut" On commande un demi Et on refait le monde Mais le monde est si grand Qu'il nous faut bien toute la nuit
On laisse tous un jour Un peu de nos amours Que l'on griffonne Sur la nappe en papier Et qu'on chiffonne Au fond d'un cendrier Elle dit "bonjour" On commande un demi On lui promet le monde Mais pour donner le monde Il nous faut bien toute la nuit
Me And Mrs. Jones Composer(s): Kenny Gamble; Leon Huff; Cary Gilbert Performer(s): Billy Paul
Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it cool down now We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe Six-thirty I know she'll be there Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the jukebox plays our favorite song Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones got a thing going on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it cool down now We gotta be extra careful that we don't build our hopes too high Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I Me, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones got a thing going on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it cool down now Well, it's time for us to be leaving Iit hurts so much, it hurts so much inside Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine But tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Me And Molly Composer(s): Willie P. Bennett Performer(s): Willie P. Bennett
The sun she was dying and going down slow The clouds were bursting and bringing down snow And all in all no one really cared to know That the bitter end of summer was dying
Now I've watched a million dreams Go up in smoke And Lord the way I laugh and scream about it It ain't no joke anymore Anyway Who spoke about it
The clouds went away and the moon came to stay And the stars were sending down Jeweled fire And it shone through my window And showed me the glow Of Molly still flushed with desire
Now we would all like to close our eyes And lick the snow as it goes by Feel it in our faces Hold a hand full of aces And be the winner When it comes time for us to die
The sun she was dying and going down slow The clouds were bursting and bringing down snow And all in all no one really cared to know That the bitter end of summer was dying
On Hyndford Street Composer(s): Van Morrison Performer(s): Van Morrison
Take me back, take me way, way, way back On Hyndford Street Where you could feel the silence at half past eleven On long summer nights As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg And the voices whispered across Beechie River In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber in the silence And carried on dreaming, in God And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line On sunny summer afternoons Picking apples from the side of the tracks That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings And meeting down by the pylons Playing round Mrs. Kelly's lamp Going out to Holywood on the bus And walking from the end of the lines to the seaside Stopping at Fusco's for ice cream In the days before rock 'n' roll Hyndford Street, Abetta Parade Orangefield, St. Donard's Church Sunday six-bells, and in between the silence there was conversation And laughter, and music and singing, and shivers up the back of the neck And tuning in to Luxembourg late at night And jazz and blues records during the day Also Debussy on the third programme Early mornings when contemplation was best Going up the Castlereagh hills And the cregagh glens in summer and coming back To Hyndford Street, feeling wondrous and lit up inside With a sense of everlasting life And reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Bill Broonzy And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac Over and over again And voices echoing late at night over Beechie River And it's always being now, and it's always being now It's always now Can you feel the silence? On Hyndford Street where you could feel the silence At half past eleven on long summer nights As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg And the voices whispered across Beechie River And in the quietness we sank into restful slumber in silence And carried on dreaming in God
Me And Little Andy Composer(s): Dolly Parton Performer(s): Dolly Parton
Late one cold and stormy night I heard a dog a-barkin' Then I thought I heard somebody at my door a-knockin' I wondered who could be outdide in such an awful storm Then I saw a little girl with a puppy in her arms Before I could say a word she said, "My name is Sandy And this here is my puppy dog, it's name is little Andy" Standing in the bitter cold in just a ragged dress Then I asked her to come in and this is what she said...
"Ain't ya got no gingerbread Ain't ya got no candy Ain't ya got an extra bed for me and little Andy Patty cake and bakersman My mommy ran away again And we was all alone and didn't know what else to do I wonder if you'll let us stay with you
Giddy up trotty horse, going to the mill Can we stay all night If you don't love us no one will I promise we won't cry London bridge is fallin' down My daddy's drunk again in town And we was all alone and didn't know what we could do I wonder if you'll let us stay with you"
She was just a little girl, not more than six or seven But that night as they slept the angels took them both to heaven God knew little Andy would be lonesome with her gone Now Sandy and her puppy dog won't ever be alone
Ain't ya got no gingerbread Ain't ya got no candy Ain't ya got an extra bed for me and little (whispers) Andy
Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Paul Simon and various other artists
The mama pajama rolled out of bed And she ran to the police station When the papa found out he began to shout And he started the investigation It's against the law It was against the law What the mama saw It was against the law
The mama looked down and spit on the ground Everytime my name gets mentioned The papa said oy if I get that boy I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I done know where Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Me and Julio down by the schoolyard
In a couple of days they come and Take me away But the press let the story leak And when the radical priest Come to get me released We was all on the cover of Newsweek And I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard
On Frappe Composer(s): Joseph Kosma; Jacques Prévert Performer(s): Yves Montand; Catherine Sauvage
Qui est là Personne C'est simplement mon cur qui bat Qui bat très fort A cause de toi Mais dehors La petite main de bronze sur la porte de bois Ne bouge pas Ne remue pas Ne remue pas seulement le petit bout du doigt
Me And I Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus Performer(s): ABBA
Sometimes when I'm mad There's a part of me that seems to be a little sad Sometimes when I scream There's a voice in me that says, "You shouldn't be so mean" Oh no, oh no Part of me is acting while the other stands beside Yes, I am to myself what Jekyll must have been to Hyde
We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Me and I Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination Me and I I don't think I'm different or in any way unique Think about yourself for a minute And you'll find the answer in it Everyone's a freak
Sometimes I have toyed With ideas that I got from good old Dr. Freud Nothing new of course It may seem to you I try to break through open doors Oh no, oh no I just wanna say a lot of that applies to me 'Cause it's an explanation to my split identity
We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Me and I Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination Me and I I don't think I'm different or in any way unique Think about yourself for a minute And you'll find the answer in it Everyone's a freak
Me and I...
We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Me and I Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination Me and I I don't think I'm different or in any way unique Think about yourself for a minute And you'll find the answer in it Everyone's a freak
We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Me and I Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination Me and I...
On Every Street Composer(s): Mark Knopfler Performer(s): Dire Straits; The Tribute Band
there's gotta be a record of you some place you gotta be on somebody's books the lowdown - a picture of your face your injured looks
the sacred and profane the pleasure and the pain somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete and it's your face I'm looking for
a ladykiller - regulation tattoo silver spurs on his heels says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you she threw herself under my wheels oh it's a dangerous road and a hazardous load and the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat and it's your face I'm looking for
a three-chord symphony crashes into space the moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case it's a ravenous town and you still refuse to be traced seems to me such a waste and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet and it's your face I'm looking for
Me And Bobby McGee Danish Title: Carsten Levin Composer(s): Fred Foster; Kris Kristofferson Originally performed by: Roger Miller Covered by various other artists
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained It rode us all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew, yeah
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it But I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Lord, I call him my lover, call him my man I said I call him my lover, did the best I can, c'mon Hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!
La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah
