Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tell Me A Story Composer(s): Terry Gilkyson Performer(s): Frankie Laine & Jimmy Boyd
Junior: Tell me story, tell me story Tell me story, remember what you said You promised me you said you would You got to give in so I'll be good Tell me a story, then I'll go to bed
Father: Oh, worry, worry, weary ends my day Time to go home without my raise in pay Home by the fire where a man can just relax Sippers there by the chair, not a worry, not a care Along comes Junior swinging his little axe
Junior: Tell me a story, tell me a story Tell me a story, remember what you said Tell me about the birds and bees How do you make a chicken sneeze Tell me a story, then I'll go to bed
Father: Came home so late one evening last July Played a little poker the time had passed me by Shoes in my hand and my darlin' wife in bed Up the stairs sayin' a prayer Then a voice comes through the air ....
Junior: Hi you there, Daddy Remember what you said
Tell me a story, tell me a story Tell me a story, remember what you said Tell me how your eye got black Because the doorway hit you back Tell me a story, then I'll go to bed
Father: Once upon a time I remember long ago
Junior: Don't go back in history Your memory's kinda slow
Father: Stop your noisy talkin' Until I finish with my tale Once upon a...
Junior: Upon a what...
Father: Upon your back you'll get a swat
Junior: Tell me about the fish you caught That's was bigger than a whale
Junior: Tell me a story, tell me a story Tell me a story, remember what you said You promised me, you said you would You gotta give in so I'll be good
Father: Here's a tale you'll never forget (Tap, tap, tap)
Junior: Ouch My tails all red
Father: And now get up to bed
Junior: Ha, ha come on Daddy Tell me a story Hee, hee
Gorrión Composer(s): J.M. Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo; Celoso
Gorrión, quién va a querer a un pajarillo como tú gorrión, que siempre vas de corazón en corazón gorrión, cuando tus alas en la noche estén perdidas quién te va a querer, quién te va a ayudar... Gorrión Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté quién te dará, cobijo y pan Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté quién va aliviar, tu soledad Gorrión, que como ella eres libre y poco fiel gorrión, que como ella sólo buscas mi calor gorrión, por qué te comes el amor que hay en mis manos y echas a volar, y echas a volar... Gorrión Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté quién te dará, cobijo y pan Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté quién va aliviar, tu soledad Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté quién te dará, cobijo y pan Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté quién va aliviar, tu soledad Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté quién te dará, cobijo y pan Qué será de ti, cuando yo no esté quién va aliviar, tu soledad
Tell Me You Love Me Composer(s): Cochran - Hardmen - Nicholls Performer(s): Al Bowlly
Tell me you love me Say you'll be mine Tell me you'll miss me Every day, every night, all of the time Tell me you need me Say you'll be true Tell me you love me As much as I love you
My Kind Of Town (Chicago Is) Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; James Van Heusen Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
Now this could only happen to a guy like me And only happen in a town like this And so I say to each of you most gratefully As I throw each one of you a kiss
This is my kind of town, Chicago is My kind of town, Chicago is My kind of people too People who, smile at you
And each time I roam, Chicago is Calling me home, Chicago is One town that won't let you down It's my kind of town
My kind of town, Chicago is My kind of town, Chicago is My kind of razzmatazz And it has, all that jazz
And each time I leave, Chicago is Tuggin' my sleeve, Chicago is The Wrigley Building, Chicago is The Chicago Cubbies, Chicago is One town that won't let you down It's my kind of town
Google Eye Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk Performer(s): John D. Loudermilk; The Nashville Teens; Sheb Wooley
Jump in me old jeep wagon Bump it to the banks of the river Dig me a worm and a cricket squirm And a-wade out into the water Oh, goodbye google eye Eat him up a-google eye a-google eye a-google eye Eat him up a-google eye a-google eye a-google eye Goodbye google eye
Bait me a hook in the morning Throw him out into the water Make him swim with a dorsal fin And come home to me daughter Oh oh goodbye google eye...
Google eye swim by me hipboot Look up at me from the water Google eye chomp and me fall on me romp But me get him up out of the water Oh goodbye google eye...
Google eye fry in the sizzle Sweet smoke lay on the water Take old google eye's scales 'n tails Home to me daughter Oh goodbye google eye Ate him up a-google eye, a-google eye, a-google eye Ate him up a-google eye, a-google eye, a-google eye Good bye google eye
Tell Me Composer(s): Tom Scholz Performer(s): Boston
I stand on my own And wonder if you've ever been alone with all the world around you Say the word; I'd be there And like a fool I'd go anywhere Just like the day I found you Tell me what you see Tell me you believe in my love Tell me what you need Tell me you believe in my love I don't understand what to say You take my breath then you walk away Your life goes on without me And you can look right at me But in your eyes it's a mystery What do you fell about me? Tell me if it's real Tell me what you feel in my love Tell me what you see Tell me you believe in my love Tell me what to give Tell me I can live for your love Tell me not to leave Tell me to believe in your love I don't really know what to say I don't know how but I could learn to pray If prayin' makes you hear me I could stay on my own And wonder if I'd have ever known But I just want you near me Tell me if it's real Tell me what you feel in my love Tell me what you need Tell me you believe in my love Tell me what to give Tell me how to live for your love Tell me what you see Tell me to believe in your love
My Kind Of Music Composer(s): Edgar Leslie; Phillip Park Performer(s): Sam Browne; Lew Stone
Roaring traffic, the tramping of feet Lilting laughter from crowds in the street Thats my kind of music I want to go to town Phone bells ringing, a pneumatic drill Swing doors swinging, loose change in the till Thats my kind of music I want to go to town
Two lovers doing a spot of wooing Inside a taxi creeping round the park The elevators, the escalators The roar of rush hour trains And mind the doors, pass down the car, please
Give me rhythm, the best in the land Let me hear that Palladium band Thats my kind of music The top of the world is London Town I want to go to town
Goofus Composer(s): William Harold; Gus Kahn; Wayne King Performer(s): The Carpenters; and various other artists
I was born on a farm out in Ioway A flaming youth Who was bound that he'd fly away I packed my grip And I grabbed my saxophone Can't read notes but I play anything by ear I made up tunes on the sounds that I used to hear I'd start to play, folks used to say Sounds a little goofus to me
Corn-fed chords appeal to me I like rustic harmony Hold the note 'n change the key That's called goofus Not accordin' to the rules That you learn at music schools But the folks just dance like fools They love goofus
Got a job but I just couldn't keep it long The leader said I played all the music wrong So I stepped out with an outfit of my own Got together a new kind of orchestry And we all played just the same goofus harmony And I must admit, we made a hit Goofus has been lucky for me
I must admit, we made a hit Goofus has been lucky for me
Tell Mama Composer(s): Raymond Simmonds Performer(s): Savoy Brown
Quit my job, aint got no money Seems I have to leave this town Packed my bags, run to the station Board the train thats eastward bound
Tell Mama And all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell Mama Why I'm leaving so soon Because this life I live Has got me sick through and through
Nothing to do, thats why I had to go Seemed no use in hanging round I can't stop now, the tickets in my hand Board the train thats eastward bound
Tell Mama And all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell Mama Why I'm leaving so soon Because this life I live Has got me sick through and through
Quit my job, aint got no money Seems I have to leave this town
Tell Mama And all the folks back home Sometimes a man just feels He's got to make it alone Tell Mama Why I'm leaving so soon Because this life I live Has got me sick through and through
Goody Two Shoes Composer(s): Adam Ant; Marco Pirroni Performer(s): Adam & The Ants; Danny Dean & The Homewreckers; The Starlite Singers
With the heartbreak open so much you can't hide Put on a little make up make - up
Make sure they get your good side good side If the words unspoken get stuck in your throat Send a treasure token token write it on a pound note pound note Goody Two Goody Two Goody-Goody Two Shoes Goody Two Goody Two Goody-Goody Two Shoes You don't drink don't smoke What do you do? You don't drink don't smoke What do you do? The subtle innuendos follow There must be something inside We don't follow fashion that would be a joke You know we're gonna set them set them
So evr'yone can take note take note When I saw you kneeling crying words that you mean Opening the eye-balls eye-balls Pretending that you're Al Green Al Green Goody-Two Goody-Two Goody-Goody Two Shoes . . . No one's gonna tell me what's wrong and what's right
Or tell me who to eat with sleep with Or foul up on the big fight big fight Look out or they will tell you you're a super star Two weeks and you're an all time legend I think the games have gone much too far If the word's unspoken get stuck in your throat . . . Don't drink don't smoke What do you do? . . Don't drink don't smoke What do you do? Don't drink don't smoke What do you do? Don't drink don't smoke What do you do?
Ne Me Splitte Pas ((Adapted from: Ne Me Quitte Pas (Simone Langlois) - 1959)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Hugo Poliart
Bronvermelding: http://www.13lignes.be (22 januari 2011)
Ne me splitte pas Il faut négocier Tout peut s'négocier Qui s'enfuit déjà? Oublier le temps Des malentendus Et le temps perdu À savoir comment Oublier ces heures Qui tuaient parfois À coups de pourquoi Le conciliateur Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas...
Moi je t'offrirai Des tas de compromis Un nouveau pays Où on ne chôme pas Je te laisserai des terres, et la Mer du Nord Si on peut encore, y boire une bonne bière Je ferai un domaine Où l'emploi sera à toi La sécu sera à moi Mais on gardera la Reine Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas...
Ne me splitte pas Je te rédigerai Des notes insensées Que tu approuveras Je te parlerai De ces partis-là Qui ont vu deux fois Leur score augmenter Je te raconterai L'histoire de ce roi Mort de n'avoir pas Pu se reposer Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas...
On a vu souvent Rejaillir le feu D'un gouvernement Qu'on croyait trop vieux Il est paraît-il Des têtes brûlées Prêtes à négocier Jusqu'au mois d'avril Mais quand je lis Le Soir Avec Jan Bucquoy Le rouge, jaune et noir Ne s'épousent-ils pas? Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas
Ne me splitte pas Je ne veux plus voter Je n'vais plus me raser Je me cacherai là À te regarder Parler et sourire Dans ma petite télé Pour éviter le pire Je veux bien grandir Te tendre la main Apprendre le latin Et l'apprendre à mon chien Mais Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas Ne me splitte pas...
My Johnny Was A Shoemaker
(Tradional)
Performer(s): Steeleye Span
and multiple other artists
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me
My Johnny was a shoemaker but now he's gone to sea
With pitch and tar to soil his hands
He will sail across the sea, stormy sea
And sail across the stormy sea
His jacket was a deep sky-blue and curly was his hair
His jacket was a deep sky-blue, it was I do declare
And to reeve the top sails up against the mast
And to sail across the sea, stormy sea
He'll sail across the stormy sea
Some day he'll be a captain bold with a brave and gallant crew
Some day he'll be a captain bold with a sword and spy glass too
And when he has his gallant captain's sword
He'll come home and marry me, marry me
He will come home and marry me
My Johnny was a shoemaker and dearly he loved me
My Johnny was a shoemaker but now he's gone to sea
With pitch and tar to soil his hands
He will sail across the sea, stormy sea
And sail across the stormy sea
My Johnny he made shoes and dearly he loved me
With pitch all on his hands, he'll sail across the sea
His jacket it was blue, curly hair had he
He'll be a captain bold and sail across the sea
Stormy sea, He'll sail across the stormy sea
Goody Goody Gumdrops Composer(s): Billy Carl; Jerry Kasenetz; Jeff Katz; Reid Whitelaw Performer(s): 1910 Fruitgum Company; Des Lee & Miami; The Pooh Sticks
I'm gettin' weaker, weaker Every time I hear your name Oh she's gettin sweeter, sweeter This girls' drivin' me insane Goody, goody gumdrops My heart is doing flip flops Gee what love can do I'm gonnna shout it from the rooftops Goody, goody gumdrops With a girl like you
Everything is good about her I just couldn't live without her Cause when I kiss her My words come out this way Goody, goody gumdrops My heart is doing flip flops Gee what love can do I'm gonna shout it from the rooftops Goody, goody gumdrops With a girl like you
To look into her baby blue eyes Right down to her dainty shoe size I know when I see her There's nothing left to say But goody, goody gumdrops My heart is doing flip flops Gee what love can do I'm gonna shout it from the rooftops Goody, goody gumdrops With a girl like you
I'm gettin' weaker, weaker Every time I hear your name Oh she's gettin sweeter, sweeter This girl's drivin' me insane Goody, goody gumdrops My heart is doing flip flops Gee what love can do I'm gonnna shout it from the rooftops Goody, goody gumdrops With a girl like you
Tell Lorrie I Love Her Composer(s): Ben Raleigh - Jeff Barry - Keith Whitley Performer(s): Keith Whitley
If I were alone in the desert Without a drink of water around On my knees and hands in that white, scorching sand With the hot Sahara sun beating down If I could be granted my wishes If anything I want could come true I know that it might sound funny But here's what I'd want you to do
Tell Lorrie I love her Tell Lorrie I need her Tell her everything would be okay If I could just see her Tell Lorrie I love her Tell Lorrie I need her If I leave this old world Tell her she's the only girl for me
If I were adrift on the ocean A vessel with no sails or steam Floating aimlessly on and endless sea Hopelessly lost it would seem If all of the fish in the water Could echo my last dying plea I know you might not understand it But here's what I'd want it to be
Tell Lorrie I love her Tell Lorrie I need her Tell her everything would be okay If I could just see her Tell Lorrie I love her Tell Lorrie I need her If I leave this old world Tell her she's the only girl for me
If I leave this old world Tell her she's the only girl for me
My Isle Of Golden Dreams Composer(s): Gus Kahn; Walter Blaufuss Performer(s): Marty Robbins
Out of the mist lips I have kissed call tenderly Out of the west, hands I have pressed beckon to me Over the sea waiting for me lonely and blue Somebody sighs, somebody cries, I love you, I love you
Drifting in dreams, drifting it seems back to the shore Where hand in hand over the sand we'll stroll once more Heart of my heart, we'll never part, I hear her say But with the dawn my dreams have gone astray
I hear the voice of my land A-callin' me it seems Those fair Hawaiian islands My isle of golden dreams
I hear the voice of my land A-callin' me it seems Those fair Hawaiian islands My isle of golden dreams
