Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tenement Symphony Composer(s): Hal Borne - Sid Kuller - Ray Golden Performer(s): Tony Martin and multiple other artists
Schubert wrote a symphony Too bad he didnt finish it Gershwin took a chord in G Proceeded to diminish it I sought a variation on a theme that I thought pretty And I found my inspiration on the east side of the city
The Cohens and the Kellys The Campbells and Vermicellis All form a part of my tenement symphony
The Cohens pianola The Kellys and their victrola All warm the heart of my tenement symphony
The Campbells come tumblin down the stairs Hoodlie-ah, hoodlie-ah, hoodlie-ah Oh Marie, oh Marie Youll be late for your date with Izzy
And from this confusion I dreamed of a grand illusion Its my tenement symphony in four flats
And from this confusion I dreamed of a grand illusion Its my tenement symphony in four flats
My Old Timey Baby Composer(s): Dan Hicks Performer(s): Dan Hicks
Dan: My, you girls are sure lookin' nice tonight Girls: Thanks, Dan Dan: Yeah, you remind me of a girl who lives in my apartment complex Girls: Oh, Yeah? Dan: Really I don't know where she does her shoppin', but man what style!
She's a bit old timey, but that's alright with me She wears a dress of velvet that hangs below her knees, her knees She's a bit old-fashioned, as all the world can see The cameo she wears upon her bosom, puts me in ecstasy, ecstasy Yes she's her own grandmother, that's what they're telling me But my old timey baby is swell enough for me, you see...
She plays her old victrola The lamp is low, kerosene you know We lie upon her bed The patchwork quilt beneath her head Or while her wheel is spinning She sews some lace or we embrace Or when we go out strolling, the world can plainly see That my old timey baby is swell enough, she's young enough She's hip enough for me...
Gratification Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman Performer(s): Johnny Whitaker
Boys Chorus: You call this work? Well, ain't that funny We ain't doin' this for money Heck, it's just a regular Privilege to be occupied It's a source of pride Anyone can swim and fish on a Saturday Anyone can just lay down Layin' in a hammock, Layin' in the grass Like a lazy, no-good hound
Tom: They just know that I'm softhearted I was barely getting' started Now I'm givin' all of my fun away They keep beggin' me And I'm generous
I mean, when's the last time You could slosh a bucket Full of wash on a mile of fence? Look at them smilin' And havin' a time And all at my expense
Boys Chorus: And you get that deep down inside gratifaction Gratifyin' satisfac Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction Oh, how good you feel When your shoulder's to the wheel
You don't need nothin' except ambition Elbow grease for ammunition And bang, what a righteous glow you get From honest sweat, It's a natural bet
Anyone who puts his Nose to the grindstone Is gonna get a great reward Your eyes will see the glory of The coming of the Lord
And you get that deep-down inside gratifaction Pure enjoyment from employ Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction Oh, how good you feel When your shoulder's to the wheel
You don't need nothin' except ambition Elbow grease for ammunition And bang, what a righteous glow you get From honest sweat It's a natural bet
Anyone who puts his Nose to the grindstone Is gonna get a great reward Your eyes will see the glory of The coming of the Lord
And you get that deep-down inside gratifaction And you get that deep down inside gratifaction Gratifyin' satisfac Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction Oh, how good you feel When your shoulder's to the wheel
My Old Man's A Dustman Composer(s): Peter Buchanan; Lonnie Donegan; Beverley Thorne Performer(s): Lonnie Donegan and various other artists
Now here's a little story To tell it is a must About an unsung hero That moves away your dust
Some people make a fortune Others earn a mint My old man don't earn much In fact he's flippin' skint
Oh, my old man's a dustman He wears a dustman's hat He wears cor-blimey trousers And he lives in a council flat He looks a proper nana In his great big hobnail boots He's got such a job to pull them up That he calls 'em daisy roots
Some folks give tips at Christmas And some of them forget So when he picks their bins up He spills some on the step Now one old man got nasty And to the council wrote Next time my old man went round there He punched him up the throat
Oh my old man's a dustman He wears a dustman's hat He wears cor-blimey trousers And he lives in a council flat
Lonnie: I say, I say, Les Les: Yes? Lonnie: I, er, I found a police dog in my dustbin Les: Well how do you do know he's a police dog? Lonnie: He had a policeman with him
Though my old man's a dustman He's got an 'eart of gold, He got married recently Though he's eighty-six years old We said "'Ere, hang on, Dad You're getting past your prime" He said "Well, when you get to my age It helps to pass the time"
Oi! My old man's a dustman He wears a dustman's hat He wears cor-blimey trousers And he lives in a council flat
Lonnie: I say, I say, I say! Les: Huh? Lonnie: My dustbin's full of lilies Les: Well throw 'em away then! Lonnie: I can't: Lily's wearing them
Now one day whilst in a hurry He missed a lady's bin He hadn't gone but a few yards When she chased after him "What game do you think you're playing?" She cried right from the 'eart "You've missed me, am I too late?" "No, jump up on the cart!"
Oi! My old man's a dustman He wears a dustman's hat He wears cor-blimey trousers And he lives in a council flat
Lonnie: I say, I say, I say! Les: Not you again! Lonnie: My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools Les: How do you know it's full? Lonnie: 'Cos there's not mushroom inside
He found a tiger's head one day Nailed to a piece of wood The tiger looked like miserable But I suppose he should Just then from out a window A voice began to wail It said "Oi! Where's me tiger's head?" "Four foot from his tail"
Oh my old man's a dustman He wears a dustman's hat He wears cor-blimey trousers And he lives in a council flat Next time you see a dustman Looking all pale and sad Don't kick him in the dustbin It might be my old dad
Grasshopper Mac Clain Composer(s): Stuart Hamblen Performer(s): Jimmy Dean
Me and that navy ain't speakin' at sailin' I tell you I'm through On the advice of a doc I got me a shock I had to have somethin' to do These nerves I got are from soakin' too long when the ship got hit by a plane And right here about four years back I met Grasshopper MacClain The sun was a burnin' and the desert red hot when his mother drove in with a flat She went inside to cool off with a beer and I saw her kid in the back He lay on the seat in the swelterin' heat with hair the color of flame A red headed mite but smilin' and bright was little ol' Grasshopper MacClain I fixed her tyre and was totin' him round when she asked me how much she owed I just laughed and said boy I settle for him And to my surprice she drove off down the road I figured she'd sober and come hurryin' back but for three long years she never came And all that time I was mother and dad to little ol' Grasshopper MacClain I'd tell him of ships I'd sailed on the seas when I put him in bed at night And that freckle faced kid was as sharp as a tack and quick as a mate for a fight I thought I'd wait till he growed a bit and let him pick out his own name One day he came in with a bug in his hand and he said me Grasshopper MacClain Oh he'd mimic my walk and he'd mimic my talk Like my shadow he just tagged me around Even had to be checked every time I was checked by the navy doc over the town The doc'd laugh and thump his little ole chest and say feller you're right as rain Then he'd turn to me and tell me that I'd be a new man Thanks to Grasshopper MacClain I guess you wonder why I'm tellin' you this well that's why I'm here doin' time For a bang and a sheriff and a red headed dame that came to take what was mine Oh but you should've seen the way he fought you could tell that kid was navy trained But this lonely cell wouldn't be so much like hell if I only had Grasshopper MacClain
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
