Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tenderness On The Block Composer(s): Jackson Browne - Warren Zevon Performer(s): Warren Zevon; Shawn Colvin
Mama, where's your pretty little girl tonight Trying to run before she can walk - that's right She's growing up She has a young man waiting She's growing up She has a young man waiting Wide eyes She'll be street-wise To the lies And the jive talk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block
Daddy, don't you ask her when she's coming in And when she's home don't ask her where she's been She's going out She has a young man waiting She's going out Can't keep her young man waiting She'll be okay Let her have her day It's a long way It's a long walk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block
I know how much it hurts to see her go She has a mind of her own, you know She's all grown up She has a young man waiting She's all grown up She has a young man waiting She was wide-eyed Now she's street-wise To the lies And the jive talk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block She'll find true love And tenderness on the block
My Old Man (Said Follow The Van) (aka Don't Dilly Dally On The Way)
Composer(s): Charles Collins - Fred W. Leigh
Performer(s): Mary Lloyd
We had to move away
'Cos the rent we couldn't pay
The moving van came round just after dark
There was me and my old man
Shoving things inside the van
Which we'd often done before, let me remark
We packed all that could be packed
In the van, and that's a fact
And we got inside all that we could get inside
Then we packed all we could pack
On the tailboard at the back
Till there wasn't any room for me to ride
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
And you can't trust a "Special"
Like the old-time copper
When you can't find your way home
I gave a helping hand
With the marble wash hand-stand
And straight, we wasn't getting on so bad
All at once, the car-man bloke
Had an accident and broke
Well, the nicest bit of china that we had
You'll understand, of course
I was cross about the loss
Same as any other human woman would
But I soon got over that
What with "two out" and a chat
'Cos it's little things like that what does you good
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
Oh! I'm in such a mess
I don't know the new address
Don't even know the blessed neighbourhood
And I feel as if I might
Have to stay out here all night
And that ain't a goin' to do me any good
I don't make no complaint
But I'm coming over faint
What I want now's a good substantial feed
And I sort 'o kind 'o feel
If I don't soon have a meal
I shall have to rob the linnet of its seed!
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
Grantchester Meadows Composer(s): Roger Waters Performer(s): Pink Floyd
Icy wind of night, be gone This is not your domain In the sky a bird was heard to cry Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds Belied a deathly silence that lay all around Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow I lay me down All around me Golden sunflakes settle on the ground Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow I lay me down All around me Golden sunflakes covering the ground Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
Tenderness Composer(s): Bernard Edwards - Nile Rodgers Performer(s): Diana Ross
Tenderness is the best Tenderness I confess Tenderness is the best Tenderness nothin' less
Love me with a tender touch Kindness I need very much It is so hard for me to trust But deep inside I know I must
Love me all through the night Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight Be sweet, make me unafraid 'Cause tonight I'll play with you Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best Tenderness I confess Tenderness is the best Tenderness nothin' less
Love me, try to be understanding Tenderness is all that I'm asking Don't feel like I'm making conditions I wanna to overcome my inhibitions
Love me all through the night Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight Be sweet, make me unafraid 'Cause tonight I'll play with you Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best Tenderness I confess Tenderness is the best Tenderness nothin' less Love me with the tender touch Kindness I need very much It is so hard for me to trust But deep inside I know I must
Love me all through the night Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight Be sweet, make me unafraid 'Cause tonight I'll play with you Please be gentle
Love me Kindness Love me Hug me Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best Tenderness I confess Tenderness is the best Tenderness nothin' less Tenderness is the best Tenderness I confess Tenderness is the best Tenderness nothin' less Try to be understanding Try to be understanding
Old Kentucky Home Composer(s): Randy Newman Performer(s): Randy Newman
Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line Pickin' em off with my gun of mine I got a fire in my belly And a fire in my head Goin' higher and higher Until I'm dead
Sister Sue, she's short and stout She didn't grow up - she grew out Papa says she's plain but he'ss just bein' kind Mama thinks she's pretty but she's almost blind Don't let her out much 'cept at night But I don't care 'cause I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright on My Old Kentucky Home And the young folks roll on the floor Oh, the sun shines bright on My Old Kentucky Home Keep them hard times away from my door
Brother Gene, he's big and mean And he don't have much to say He had a little woman who he whupped each day But now she's gone away He got drunk last night Kicked mama down the stairs But I'm all right so I don't care
Oh, the sun shines bright on My Old Kentucky Home And the young folks roll on the floor Oh, the sun shines bright on My Old Kentucky Home Keep them hard times away from my door
Tenderly Composer(s): Jack Lawrence - Walter Lloyd Gross First release by: Sarah Vaughan - 1946 Covered by multiple other artists
The evening breeze caressed the trees tenderly The trembling trees embraced the breeze tenderly Then you and I came wandering by And lost in a sigh were we The shore was kissed by sea and mist tenderly I can't forget how two hearts met breathlessly Your arms opened wide and closed me inside You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly
Grand-Père Composer(s): Georges Moustaki Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi Tous les autres m'écoutent mais toi tu m'entends On est du même bois on est du même sang Et je porte ton nom et tu es un peu moi
Exilé de Corfou et de Constantinople Ulysse qui jamais ne revint sur ses pas Je suis de ton pays, métèque comme toi Un enfant de l'enfant que te fit Pénélope
Tu étais déjà vieux quand je venais de naître Arrivé juste à temps pour prendre le relais Et je finirai bien un jour par ressembler A la photo où tu as posé à l'ancêtre
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi Que je glisse mes doigts le long de mes six cordes Pour réveiller un air tranquille et monocorde C'est tout ce que je sais faire de mes dix doigts
Maître en oisiveté expert en braconnage Comme toi j'ai vécu à l'ombre des bateaux Et pour faire un festin je volais les oiseaux Que le vent de la mer me ramenait du large
Comme toi j'ai couru les filles et les rêves Buvant à chaque source que je rencontrais Et sans être jamais vraiment désaltéré Sans jamais être las de répandre ma sève
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi Pour remettre au présent tout ce qui est passé Depuis que je ne parle plus que le français Et j'écris des chansons que tu ne comprends pas
C'est pour toi que je joue Grand-père c'est pour toi Tous les autres m'entourent mais toi tu m'attends Même si tu es loin dans l'espace et le temps Quand il faudra mourir on se retrouvera
My Old Flame Composer(s): Sam Coslow; Arthur Johnston Originally performed by: Mae West & Duke Ellington Covered by various other artists
My old flame I can't even think of his name But it's funny now and then How my thoughts go flashing back again To my old flame My old flame My new lovers all seem so tame For I haven't met a gent
So innocent or elegant As my old flame
I've met so many men With fascinating ways A fascinating gaze in their eyes Some who sent me up to the skies But their attempts at love Were only imitations of My old flame I can't even think of his name But I'll never be the same Until I discover what became Of my old flame
I've met so many men With fascinating ways A fascinating gaze in their eyes Some who sent me up to the skies But their attempts at love Were only imitations of My old flame I can't even think of his name But I'll never be the same Until I discover what became Of my old flame
Categorie:Eng. Songs Tags:Mae West & Duke Ellington
Grand-Père Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Grand-pèr' suivait en chantant La route qui mène à cent ans La mort lui fit, au coin d'un bois L'coup du pèr' François L'avait donné de son vivant Tant de bonheur à ses enfants Qu'on fit, pour lui en savoir gré Tout pour l'enterrer Et l'on courut à toutes jam- Bes quérir une bière, mais Comme on était légers d'argent Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés
"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse Les morts de basse condition C'est pas de ma juridiction"
Or, j'avais hérité d'grand-père Un' pair' de bott's pointues S'il y a des coups d'pied que'que part qui s'perdent Çui-là toucha son but
C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre Ah ! c'est pas joli... Ah ! c'est pas poli... A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre
Bon papa Ne t'en fais pas Nous en viendrons A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond
Le mieux à faire et le plus court Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours Fut de borner nos prétentions A un' bièr' d'occasion Contre un pot de miel on acquit Les quatre planches d'un mort qui Rêvait d'offrir quelques douceurs A une âme sur Et l'on courut à toutes jam- Bes quérir un corbillard, mais Comme on était légers d'argent Le marchand nous reçut à bras fermés
"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse Les morts de basse condition C'est pas de ma juridiction"
Ma bott' partit, mais je m'refuse De dir' vers quel endroit Ça rendrait les dames confuses Et je n'en ai pas le droit
C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre Ah ! c'est pas joli... Ah ! c'est pas poli... A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre
Bon papa Ne t'en fais pas Nous en viendrons A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond
Le mieux à faire et le plus court Pour qu'l'enterr'ment suivît son cours Fut de porter sur notre dos L'funèbre fardeau. S'il eût pu revivre un instant Grand-père aurait été content D'aller à sa dernièr' demeur' Comme un empereur Et l'on courut à toutes jam- Bes quérir un goupillon, mais Comme on était légers d'argent Le vicaire nous reçut à bras fermés
"Chez l'épicier, pas d'argent, pas d'épices Chez la belle Suzon, pas d'argent, pas de cuisse Les morts de basse condition C'est pas de ma bénédiction"
Avant même que le vicaire Ait pu lâcher un cri J'lui bottai l'cul au nom du Pèr' Du Fils et du Saint-Esprit
C'est depuis ce temps-là que le bon apôtre Ah! c'est pas joli... Ah! c'est pas poli... A un' fess' qui dit merde à l'autre
Bon papa Ne t'en fais pas Nous en viendrons A bout de tous ces empêcheurs d'enterrer en rond
My Old Dutch Composer(s): A.C. Ingle; Albert Chevalier Performer(s): Herman's Hermits and various other artists
I've got a pal, a regular out an' outer She's a dear old gal, an' I'll tell you all about 'er It's forty years since fust we met Her hair was then as black as jet It's whiter now, but she don't fret Not my old gal
We've been together now for forty years An' it don't seem a day too much There ain't a lady living in the land As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch No, there ain't a lady living in the land As I'd swap for me dear old Dutch
Grandpa Was A Carpenter Composer(s): John Prine Performer(s): John Prine; Lonesome Standard Time; The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Grandpa wore his suit to dinner Nearly every day No particular reason He just dressed that way Brown necktie and a matching vest And both his wingtip shoes He built a closet on our back porch And put a penny in a burned out fuse
Chorus: Grandpa was a carpenter He built houses stores and banks Chain smoked Camel cigarettes And hammered nails in planks He was level on the level And shaved even every door And voted for Eisenhower 'Cause Lincoln won the war
Well, he used to sing me "Blood on the Saddle" And rock me on his knee And let me listen to radio Before we got T.V. Well, he'd drive to church on Sunday And take me with him too! Stained glass in every window Hearing aids in every pew
Repeat Chorus:
Now my grandma was a teacher Went to school in Bowling Green Traded in a milking cow For a Singer sewing machine She called her husband "Mister" And walked real tall and pride And used to buy me comic books After grandpa died
Tenant Composer(s): Siouxsie Sioux - Steven Severin Performer(s): Siouxsie and the Banshees
Squatting on doorsteps-following footsteps Nocturnal habits are surveyed with interest So we crawl into corners ignore any callers and imagine our radiators clang for our neighbors
When we crawl on all fours-upon the cushioned floor still they cling to the wall and knock on our doors and the tendency for tenants is tenacity The paint is cracked and the paper peels the plaster falls and the body reels... softly
Forty watt bulb swing from a light cloud On lawnmower groan, the carpet has grown but they have eyes at the keyholes and ears at the walls and the tendency for tenants is secrecy... sssssssh
My Number One Dream Come True Composer(s): Johnny Green; Lew Brown Performer(s): Doris Day; Helen Forrest
A million times a day I pinch myself and say My number one dream came true And if I rub my eyes It's only in surprise My number one dream came true I had my number two and three and four dreams With lots of possibilities in each I might have planned on dreaming even more dreams `Cause number one was way beyond reach I can't believe it yet But if my fate was set It did what I wanted to Don't ask me when or how or why But if I'm here with you My number one dream came true
Grand-Mère Composer(s): Jacques Brel Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Faut voir grand-mère Grand-mère et sa poitrine Grand-mère et ses usines Et ses vingt secrétaires
Faut voir mère-grand Diriger ses affaires Elle vend des courants d'air Déguisés en coups de vent
Faut voir grand-mère Quand elle compte son magot Ça fait des tas de zéros Pointés comme son derrière
Mais pendant c'temps-là Grand-père court après la bonne En lui disant que l'argent Ne fait pas le bonheur Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens Que nos bonnes bonnes Et nos petits épargnants Aient le sens des valeurs
Faut voir grand-mère C'est une tramontane Qui fume le Havane Et fait trembler la Terre
Faut voir grand-mère Cerclée de généraux Être culotte de peau Et gagner leur guèguerre
Faut voir grand-mère Dressée sous son chapeau C'est Waterloo Où s'rait pas venu Blucher
Mais pendant c'temps-là Grand-père court après la bonne En lui disant que l'armée Elle bat l'beure Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens Que nos bonnes bonnes Et nos chers piou-pious Aient le sens des valeurs
Faut voir grand-mère S'assure sur la mort Un p'tit coup d'presbytère Un p'tit coup de r'mords
Faut voir grand-mère Et ses ligues de vertu Ses anciens combattants Ses anciens combattus
Faut voir grand-mère Quand elle se croit pécheresse Un grand verre de grand-messe Et un doigt de couvent
Mais pendant c'temps-là Grand-père court après la bonne En lui disant que les curés Sont farceurs Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens Que nos bonnes bonnes Et nos petits incroyants Aient le sens des valeurs
Mais il faut voir grand-père Dans les bistrots bavards Où claquent les billards Et les chopes de bière
Faut voir père-grand Caresser les roseaux Effeuiller les étangs Et pleurer du Rimbaud
Mais pendant c'temps-là Grand-mère se tape la bonne En lui disant que les hommes Sont menteurs Comment voulez-vous bonnes gens Que nos bonnes bonnes Et notre belle jeunesse Aient le sens des valeurs
Ten Years Gone Composer(s): Robert Plant - Jimmy Page First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
Then as it was, then again it will be And though the course may change sometimes Rivers always reach the sea Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be Did you ever really need somebody, and really need 'em bad? Did you ever really want somebody, the best love you ever had? Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good? 'Cause it was just the first time, and you knew you would Through the eyes an' I sparkle, senses growing keen Taste your love along the way, see your feathers preen Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow We are eagles of one nest, the nest is in our soul Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me Never thought I'd see your face the way it used to be Oh darlin', oh darlin' I'm never gonna leave you, I'm never gonna leave Holdin' on, ten years gone Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone
My Name Is Tallulah Composer(s): Paul Williams Performer(s): Bugsy Malone
My name is Tallulah My first rule of thumb I don't say where I'm going Or where I'm coming from I try to leave a little reputation behind me So if you really need to You'll know how to find me
My name is Tallulah I live till I die I'll take what you give me And I won't ask why I've a lot of friends In some exotic places I don't remember names But I remember faces
Lonely You don't have to be lonely Come and see Tallulah We can chase your troubles away If you're lonely You don't have to be lonely When they talk about Tallulah You know what they say No one south of Heaven's Gonna treat you finer
Tallulah had her training In North Carolina
My name is Tallulah And soon I'll be gone An open invitation Is the road I'll travel on I'll never say goodbye Because the words upset me You may forgive my going But you won't forget me
Lonely You don't have to be lonely Come and see Tallulah We can chase your troubles away If you're lonely You don't have to be lonely When they talk about Tallulah You know what they say No one south of Heaven's Gonna treat you finer
