Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin' Composer(s): Steve Perry First release by: Journey - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
You make me weep and wanna die Just when you said we'd try Lovin', touchin', squeezin' each other
When I'm alone all by myself You're out with someone else Lovin', touchin', squeezin' each other
You're tearin' me apart Every day, every day You're tearin' me apart Oh what can I say? You're tearin' me apart
It won't be long, yes, till you're alone When your lover, oh, he hasn't come home 'Cause he's lovin' oo, he's touchin', he's Squeezin' another
He's tearin' you apart Every say, every day He's tearin' you apart Oh girl what can you say? 'Cause he's lovin', touchin', squeezin' another Now it's your turn, girl, to cry
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Get The Money Composer(s): Goran Bregovic; Iggy Pop Performer(s): Iggy Pop
Hey lucky people, North and South This is your leader, I'm called "the mouth" We're gonna play a game that's funny Get the, get the, get the money
Money, money, money, money, money Money, money
Walking on the beach, all disenchanted Blackness in my heart Anything they want now, they can't stop me, energy goes dead Riviera buildings, high, depressing Look like cookie boxes In my heart a huricane is blowing In my head a clock ticks Tic-tack
Get the money, Mr. Potato Get the money, pay the Eskimo
Money, money, money, money, money
ABC Schoolboys, schoolgirls, don't make funny Take a deep breath, get the money
Money, money, money, money, money
A lot of neigbourhood, oncrete and windows Uphere on the mountain I wonder if somebody sees me walking I could hide in that fountain Pretty little girl, I like to know her, coming this way Back in school, I can't believe that I could not obey
Get the money, Mr. Potato Get the money, pay the Eskimo
Money, money, money, money, money
Crawl on your belly, bust your skull There's the money, real as hell
William Tell
Money, money, money, money, money Money, money
I met an actor, river speed boat He made crabby movies Robin Maxwell had a yacht But it didn't die so groovy
Me, I confess, I like to swim and watch the telly, my news I've been hanging 'round the beach But the money pays my kwanos
Get the money, Mr. Potato Get the money, pay the Eskimo
Money, money, money, money, money
It's kind of like a fortress, it's kind of like a tomb Sitting with your money in a near dark room
Feels like a discharge, feels like a death Feels like a taste of dying breath
Feels like a toad, feels like a frog Feels like a serpent, all night long
Karola Petersen ((Adapted from: Carol (Chuck Berry) - 1958)) Composer(s): Chuck Berry Performer(s): Torfrock - 1977
Versions In Other Languages: 1964 - O Carole (Johnny Hallyday) 1977 - Oh Dearne (Normaal)
Oh Karola, siet letzte Woch´ is dat um me gescheh´n ick heb´ di inne Köök Krabbenpulen seh´n
Ick köm´ mit mien Trekker wohl wedder no Noordstrand und verkloop Hans Petersen drei Tünn Sand he secht: Kümm doch noch mit, uff´n Kööm inne Köök do weers´ du, un he secht to me:"Wat kiekst du so blöd? Was gierst du sie so an, mook bloss keene Dingers" und ich kiek ganz hin und wech auf diene flinken Fingers
Oh Karola, siet letzte Woch´ is dat um me gescheh´n ick heb´di inne Köök Krabbenpulen seh´n
Von Logarithmus-Tafelns hes du noch nie wat hört die Enzyclia het di noch nie interssiert dafür is dien rund´n Po viel zu knackich und söbenhunnert Krabben inne Stünd mookst du nackich dien söten Poten sind so flink und fien bi di will ick ook ganz gern mol Krabbe sien!
Oh Karola, siet letzte Woch´ is dat um me gescheh´n ick heb´ di inne Köök Krabbenpulen seh´n Nu kiek ick me dat all n knappe Woch´ an und hebb me överlecht: Ick bin keen Krabbe sonnern ´n Mann! Dien´ Dingers bring´ me uter Rand und Band ick ha´se ook ganz gern mol inne Hand Dien Hans is morgen to´n Glück nich doa un´dann puhlt we mal tosoom as ´n verleevtet Poar (is scha kloar)
Oh Karola, siet letzte Woch´ is dat um me gescheh´n ick heb´ di inne Köök Krabbenpulen seh´n Krabbenpulen seh´n, Krabbenpulen seh´n, Krabbenpulen seh´n
Krabbn Krabbn Krabbn Krabbn Krabbn Krabbn Krabbn Krabbn Krabbn ick heb´ di inne Köök Krabbenpulen seh´n
Mon Homme
((English Version: My Man (Fanny Brice) - 1921))
Composer(s): Albert Willemetz - Jacques Charles - Maurice Yvain - Channing Pollack
First release by: Mistinguett - 1916
Covered by multiple other artists
Sur cette terr', ma seul' joie, mon seul bonheur C'est mon homme J'ai donné tout c'que j'ai, mon amour et tout mon cur À mon homme Et même la nuit Quand je rêve, c'est de lui De mon homme Ce n'est pas qu'il est beau, qu'il est riche ni costaud Mais je l'aime, c'est idiot I'm'fout des coups I'm'prend mes sous Je suis à bout Mais malgré tout Que voulez-vous
Je l'ai tell'ment dans la peau Qu'j'en d'viens marteau Dès qu'il s'approch' c'est fini Je suis à lui Quand ses yeux sur moi se posent Ça me rend tout' chose Je l'ai tell'ment dans la peau Qu'au moindre mot I'm'f'rait faire n'importe quoi J'tuerais, ma foi J'sens qu'il me rendrait infâme Mais je n'suis qu'un' femme Et, j'l'ai tell'ment dans la peau ...
Pour le quitter c'est fou ce que m'ont offert D'autres hommes Entre nous, voyez-vous ils ne valent pas très cher Tous les hommes La femm' à vrai dir' N'est faite que pour souffrir Par les hommes Dans les bals, j'ai couru, afin d'l'oublier j'ai bu Rien à faire, j'ai pas pu Quand i'm'dit: "Viens" J'suis comme un chien Y a pas moyen C'est comme un lien Qui me retient
Je l'ai tell'ment dans la peau Qu'j'en suis dingo Que cell' qui n'a pas aussi Connu ceci Ose venir la première Me j'ter la pierre En avoir un dans la peau C'est l'pir' des maux Mais c'est connaître l'amour Sous son vrai jour Et j'dis qu'il faut qu'on pardonne Quand un' femme se donne À l'homm' qu'elle a dans la peau ...
Get The Message Composer(s): Michael Z. Gordon; J.A. Griffin Performer(s): Brian Hyland; Sagittarius; Bobby Vee
I can't seem to quite get through to you, baby Looks like your reception isn't too clear We must be tuned in to 2 different wavelengths You just don't hear
Chorus: Get the message that I'm sending With a heartbeat never-ending? Can you hear me when you're near me? Do you read me? Do you need me? Please receive me, please believe me 'Cause I love you, 'cause I love you Get the message? Get the message?
What I'm trying to tell you is very simple They've been communicating this way for years If you still don't understand what I'm saying Just look at my tears
Lovin' You Ain't Easy Composer(s): Michel Pagliaro Performer(s): Michel Pagliaro; Lisa B. Burns
Hitchin' a ride if you want to Do anything you wanna do Just keep ridin' your way
Takin' what you want to 'Long as I can hear from you
Just be mindin' your way Just be mindin' your way Just be mindin' your way Lovin' you ain't so easy
Would never try to please me But I've got time anyway I've got time anyway
But you know what to know to do it & nobody, nobody knows but it's you who, who, woa, woa, oh, baby why do I keep talkin' to you? Keep talkin' to you I guess I must be crazy
Still I feel you move me But this is all I can say Hitchin' a ride if you want to
Do anything you wanna do Just keep ridin' your way Just keep riding your way
But you know what to know to do it And nobody, nobody knows but it's you. who, who, woa, woa, oh, baby why do I keep talkin' to you ...? keep talkin' to you ... keep talkin' to you Keep talkin' to you Keep talkin' to you Keep talkin' to you Keep talkin' to you
Mon Frère Le Soleil Composer(s): Emmanuel Eleftheriou; Pierre Delanoë; Mikis Theodorakis Performer(s): Dalida
Je suis née au soleil levant Le soleil est un peu mon frère J'avoue que j'en suis assez fière Et je le dis souvent au vent Je suis née au soleil levant Nous sommes sortis de la mer Avec le goût de la lumière
Toi le passant indiffèrent Aux aventures de ce monde Tu acceptes de vivre à l'ombre Pourvu que tu vives longtemps Toi le passant indiffèrent N'essaie pas de prendre mon cur L'indifférence me fait peur
Je mourrais au soleil couchant Quand il s'en ira de la route Laissant derrière lui le doute Même s'il est en noir et blanc Je mourrais au soleil couchant Je me coucherais avec lui Dans le lit profond de la nuit
Get The Funk Out Ma Face Composer(s): George Johnson; Louis Johnson; Quincy Jones Performer(s): The Brothers Johnson
Get the funk out ma face Get the funk out ma face Get the funk out ma face Get the funk out ma face
You don't like my music You don't have to use it Funkin' is a thing that all of us release You don't have to get it All you do is let it Then you'll know exactly how to groove
You don't like my music You don't have to use it Funkin' is a thing that all of us release
You don't have to play it You don't have to say it You don't even have to try to sing it
Get the funk out ma face Get the funk out ma face Get the funk out ma face Get the funk out ma face
You don't like my music You don't have to use it Funkin' is a thing that all of us release
You don't have to get it All you do is let it Then tell us our funk did you some good
Non Son Degno Di Te ((French Version: Tu N'as Pas Mérité (Dalida))
Composer(s): Francesci Migliacci - Bruno Zambrini
Performer(s): Gianni Morandi
and multiple other artists
Non son degno di te, non ti merito più ma al mondo no, non esiste nessuno che non ha sbagliato una volta!
E va bene così me ne vado da te ma quando la sera tu resterai sola ricorda qualcuno che amava te Sui monti di pietra può nascere un fiore... in me questa sera è nato l'amore per te!
E va bene così me ne vado da te ma al mondo no, non esiste nessuno che non ha sbagliato una volta, amor! Sui monti
Non son degno di te, non ti merito più ma quando la sera tu resterai sola ricorda qualcuno che amava te Amore, amor! Amore, amor!
Lovin' You ((aka Ez Cuz You're Beautiful (Shifty) - 2004)) Composer(s): Minnie Riperton - Richard Rudolph First release by: Minnie Riperton - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists
Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful Makin' love with you is all I wanna do Lovin' you is more than just a dream come true And everything that I do is out of lovin' you La la la la la la la ... do do do do do
No one else can make me feel The colors that you bring Stay with me while we grow old And we will live each day in springtime Cause lovin' you has made my life so beautiful And every day my life is filled with lovin' you
Lovin' you I see your soul come shinin' through And every time that we oooooh I'm more in love with you La la la la la la la ... do do do do do
Get Set For The Blues Composer(s): Joe R. Karnes Performer(s): Julie London
If you wake, and hate to face the day And black coffee doesnt clear the fog away In spite of all you do, that nightmares here to stay Get ready, get set for the blues
If youre caught in some old witchs spell And theres not a penny in your wishing well And youre just riding on a crazy carousel Get ready, get set for the blues
The blues, the sorry for yourself blues Will get you if you dont watch out The blues, the everybody hates you blues Will move right in without a doubt
If the sun cant chase away the chill And the clouds look like theyre gonna overspill And you dont seem to care In fact you hope they will Get ready, get set Im sorry youve met, the blues
Mon Fils Chante Composer(s): Maurice Fanon; Gérard Jouannest Performer(s): Juliette Gréco
Pour ceux qui entrent dans la danse Au nom de la grande espérance Au mépris de leur vie Mon fils chante Pour ceux qui luttent pour la vie Sans autres armes que leur vie Pour qu'ils vivent longtemps Mon fils chante Pour ceux qui combattent la nuit Pour le jour où le soleil luira Pour tous les hommes Mon fils chante Pour ceux qui meurent en chemise A l'aube du temps des cerises Sous les yeux des fusils Mon fils chante
Mon fils et toi le fils Qui naîtra de mon fils Tant que meurt la liberté Pour que la liberté Vive dans le monde entier Mon fils il faut chanter
Pour ceux qui poussent sans espoir La porte étroite de l'histoire Au nom de l'idéal mon fils chante Pour ceux qu'on traîne dans le noir Sur le sol du dernier couloir Des chambres de tortures Mon fils chante Pour ceux qui ne verront jamais Plus le soleil rouge de mai Sur le port du Pirée mon fils chante Pour ceux qui jusque dans la mort Ont la force de vivre encore Pour ceux qui vont vivre Mon fils chante
Mon fils et toi le fils Qui naîtra de mon fils Tant que meurt la liberté Pour que la liberté Vive dans le monde entier Mon fils il faut chanter
Get Rhythm Composer(s): Johnny Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash
Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Yes a jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine It'll shake all the trouble from your worried mind Get rhythm when you get the blues
Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the peoples' feet On the windy corner of the dirty street Well, I asked him while he shined my shoes How'd he keep from gettin' the blues He grinned as he raised his little head Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said
Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe Does a million dollars worth of good for you Get rhythm when you get the blues
Well, I sat down to listen to the shoeshine boy And I thought I was gonna jump for joy Slapped on the shoe polish left and right He took a shoeshine rag and he held it tight He stopped once to wipe the sweat away I said you're a mighty little boy to be-a workin' that way He said I like it with a big wide grin Kept on a poppin' and he said again
Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and get gone Get rhythm when you get the blues
Lovin' Season Composer(s): Gene Thomas Performer(s): Gene & Debbe; Don Gibson & Dottie West
I've been a feelin' kinda funny oh and everyday is sunny All the bees are makin' honey oh the lovin' season is on Got all the ambition got a sweet desposition Baby I've been wishin' you will gonna catch me before the lovin' season is gone Well I've got nothing but time to try to win your love Oh baby you're on my mind and you're the only thing I've been thinking of Well I'm taking my stand I try as hard as I can
And prove that I'm the right man when lovin' season is near Well baby you're so pleasin' all I need is squeezin' Maybe that's the reason I'm a runnin' slow because the lovin' season is here Well I've got nothing but time to try to win your love Oh baby you're on my mind and you're the only thing I've been thinking of Well I'm gonna bet'cha oh I'm gonna get'cha Baby I'll just let'cha lovin' season is here lovin' season is here
Mon Enfant English Title: Day Is Done Composer(s): Peter Yarrow; Boris Bergman Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Dis-moi pourquoi tu pleures enfant De pleurer tu as bien le temps Tu sembles avoir très peur de l'orage J'en avais aussi peur à ton âge Mon enfant
Mais si tu me prends par la main Tout sera bien quand le soir descend Et si tu me prends par la main Tout sera bien pour toi, mon enfant Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant
Sais-tu qu'il te faudra être grand Ce monde n'est pas pour les enfants C'est un monde qu'ils ont fait sans toi Ne me demandes pas pourquoi Je ne le sais pas
Mais si tu me prends par la main Tout sera bien quand le soir descend Et si tu me prends par la main Tout sera bien pour toi, mon enfant Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant
Mais pourquoi souris-tu, mon fils En sais-tu plus que l'enfant de jadis Cet enfant qui faisait l'arc-en-ciel D'un ciel de pluie sans soleil Tu souris, mon fils
Mais si tu me prends par la main Mon fils, mon enfant, quand le soir descend Et si tu me prends par la main Mon fils, mon enfant, tout ira très bien Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant ô mon enfant
Mais si tu me prends par la main Mon fils, mon enfant. quand le soir descend Et si tu me prends par la main Mon fils, mon enfant, tout ira très bien Mais si tu me prends par la main Mon fils, mon enfant. quand le soir descend Mais si tu me prends par la main...
Get Ready Composer(s): Smokey Robinson Performer(s): The Temptations
Never met a girl
could make me feel the way that you do (you're allright) Whenever I'm asked what makes my dreams real, I tell 'em you do (you're outta sight) Well, twiddley-dee, twiddley-dum, look out baby 'cause here I come
(ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm bringin' you a love that's true (get ready, get ready) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I start makin' love to you (get ready, get ready) Ah, don't you know I'm comin' (get ready 'cause here I come) On my way (get ready 'cause here I come)
You wanna play hide 'n seek with love, let me remind ya (allright) Lovin' you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find ya (you're outta sight) Well, fee-fi-fo-fo-fum, look out baby, now here I come
(ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm bringin' you a love that's true (get ready, get ready) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) start makin' love to you (get ready, get ready) Don't you know I'm comin' (get ready 'cause here I come) On my way, yeah (get ready 'cause here I come)
Well Hope I get to you before they do 'cause that's how I planned it (you're outta sight) Well, twiddley-dee, now twiddley-dum, look out baby now here I come
(ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm bringin' you a love that's true (get ready, get ready) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I start makin' love to you (get ready, get ready) Ah, don't you know I'm comin' (get ready 'cause here I come) On my way, hey (get ready 'cause here I come) Mmm-hmm-hmm
Non Piangere Per Me Argentina ((aka Non Pianger Più Argentina (Milva) - 1977)) ((Adapted from: Don't Cry For Me Argentina (Julie Covington) - 1976)) ((French Version: La Chanson D'Evita (Petula Clark) - 1977)) Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber - Tim Rice Performer(s): Madonna - 1996
(Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita) (Evita, Evita, Evita) Non sarà facile, penserete che sia strano Che stia cercando di spiegare cosa provo Cho ho ancora bisogno del vostro amore dopo tutti ciò che ho fatto
Non mi crederete Vedrete solo la ragazza che conoscevate Vestita di tutto punto Ma in disaccordo con voi Ho dovuto lasciare che accadesse Sono dovuta cambiare Non potevo stare giù tutta la vita E guardare fuori dalla finestra, lontana dal sole Perciò ho scelto la libertà Mi sono data da fare, ho provato tutto Ma, come mi aspettavo Niente mi ha impressionato Non piangere per me Argentina La mia anima è con te Tutta la mia vita io dedico a te Non Essere così distante Ho bisogno di te E per quanto riguarda la celebrità e la ricchezza Non le ho mai richieste Anche se è sembrato che non desiderassi altro Sono illusioni Non solo le soluzioni che promettono di essere La risposta era qui, davanti a me Vi amo e spero che voi amiate me Non piangere per me Argentina La mia anima è con te Tutta la mia vita io dedico a te Non Essere così distante Ho bisogno di te Non Piangere per me Argentina Io non ti ho mai abbandonato Sebbene in silenzio, la mia anima piange per te Ora e per sempre (Io sono l'Argentina) Io Sono l'Argentina (Ahh, ho scelto la libertà per l'Argentina, ahh) [Non piangere per me) (Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita) (Evita, Evita, Evita) Perciò ho scelto la libertà Mi sono data da fare, ho provato tutto Ma, come mi aspettavo Niente mi ha impressionato Non piangere per me Argentina La mia anima è con te Tutta la mia vita io dedico a te Non Essere così distante Ho bisogno di te Non Piangere per me Argentina Io non ti ho mai abbandonato Sebbene in silenzio, la mia anima piange per te Ora e per sempre (Io sono l'Argentina) Io Sono l'Argentina Non piangere per me Ho parlato troppo? Non so che altro dirvi Ma dovete solo guardarmi per capire Che le mie parole sono vere
