Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Texas Composer(s): Chris Rea Performer(s): Chris Rea
Catch a sight of long lost summers Catch a dream inside your hands Take me where that lady comes from Take me to that far off distant land Rain comes pouring past my window Turns my sky from blue to grey I ain't never been to Texas But I sure gonna meet that lady One fine day
When Texas smiles around my bedroom Who could ever turn her down Tears of joy roll down my pillow While cold north winds are blowing all around me But I don't care, my dream is westbound Far across that sky so grey
I ain't never been to Texas But I sure gonna meet that lady One fine day
My Sweet Virginia Composer(s): Raymond Klages; Jack Meskill; Vincent Rose Performer(s): Al Bowlly
My sweet Virginia, I'm sending you a line To say I'm lonesome as that lonesome pine My sweet Virginia, give me a word or sign And take this blue ridge from this heart of mine Nobody has your sunny personality Make me the one to share your heart, fatality Until I win ya, the sun will never shine My sweet Virginia please say you'll be mine
Greenbacks Composer(s): Ray Charles; Renald Richard Performer(s): Ray Charles; and various other artists
As I was walking down the street last night A pretty little girl came into sight I bowed and smiled and asked her name She said, "Hold it bud, I don't play that game" I reached in my pocket, and to her big surprise There was Lincoln staring her dead in the eyes
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
She looked at me with that familiar desire Her eyes lit up like they were on fire She said, "My name's Flo, and you're on the right track But look here, daddy, I wear furs on my back So if you want to have fun in this man's land Let Lincoln and Jackson start shaking hands"
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
I didn't know what I was getting into But I popped Lincoln and Jackson, too I didn't mind seeing them fade out of sight I just knew I'd have some fun last night Whenever you in town and looking for a thrill If Lincoln can't get it, Jackson sure will
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
We went to a nightspot where the lights were low Dined and danced, and I was ready to go I got out of my seat, and when Flo arose She said, "Hold on daddy, while I powder my nose" I sat back down with a smiling face While she went down to the powder place
With my greenback, greenback dollar bill Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
The music stopped and the lights came on I looked around and saw I was all alone I didn't know how long Flo had been gone But a nose powder sure didn't take that long I left the place with tears in my eyes As I waved Lincoln and Jackson a last goodbye
On a greenback, greenback dollar bill Just a little piece of paper, coated with chlorophyll
Tête De Bois Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Pierre Delanoë First release by: Gilbert Bécaud - 1960
Elle s'habille comme lui d'un pantalon, d'un blouson Quand on les rencontre la nuit on dirait deux garçons Leur visage paraît masqué Comment deviner qu'ils s'aiment? Ils jouent des jeux dangereux C'est là qu'ils trouvent leur joie C'est le temps des n'importe quoi âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils ne se sont jamais dit le plus petit mot d'amour Ils se baladent dans la vie en copains de toujours Ils pensent que c'est démodé de se l'avouer qu'ils s'aiment Ils ont des joues de gamins mais leur cur est déjà loin C'est le temps des n'importe quoi âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils vont tous les jours, tous les jours au cinéma quand ils sortent du ciné, ils prennent un Coca Cola Et comme des habitués ils écoutent la machine qui fait...
Elle s'habille comme lui d'un pantalon, d'un blouson Quand on les rencontre la nuit on dirait deux garçons Leur visage paraît figé mais moi, je le sais qu'ils s'aiment Ils jouent des jeux dangereux C'est là qu'ils trouvent leur joie C'est le temps des n'importe quoi âge tendre et tête de bois
Ils se jettent dans la nuit en écrasant les chemins à grands coups de phares et de bruit la nuit leur appartient Mais quand ils se retrouvent au jour la route est toujours la même C'est parce qu'ils n'ont presque rien qu'ils voudraient tout à la fois C'est le temps des n'importe quoi âge tendre et tête de bois
My Sweet Lord Composer(s): George Harrison Originally performed by: Billy Preston Covered by various other artists
My sweet lord Hm, my lord Hm, my lord
I really want to see you Really want to be with you Really want to see you lord But it takes so long, my lord
My sweet lord Hm, my lord Hm, my lord
I really want to know you Really want to go with you Really want to show you lord That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah) Hm, my lord (hallelujah) My sweet lord (hallelujah)
I really want to see you Really want to see you Really want to see you, lord Really want to see you, lord But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)
My sweet lord (hallelujah) Hm, my lord (hallelujah) My, my, my lord (hallelujah)
I really want to know you (hallelujah) Really want to go with you (hallelujah) Really want to show you lord (aaah) That it won't take long, my lord (hallelujah)
Hmm (hallelujah) My sweet lord (hallelujah) My, my, lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hare krishna) My, my, my lord (hare krishna) Oh hm, my sweet lord (krishna, krishna) Oh-uuh-uh (hare hare)
Now, I really want to see you (hare rama) Really want to be with you (hare rama) Really want to see you lord (aaah) But it takes so long, my lord (hallelujah)
Hm, my lord (hallelujah) My, my, my lord (hare krishna) My sweet lord (hare krishna) My sweet lord (krishna krishna) My lord (hare hare) Hm, hm (Gurur Brahma) Hm, hm (Gurur Vishnu) Hm, hm (Gurur Devo) Hm, hm (Maheshwara) My sweet lord (Gurur Sakshaat) My sweet lord (Parabrahma) My, my, my lord (Tasmayi Shree) My, my, my, my lord (Guruve Namah) My sweet lord (Hare Rama)
(hare krishna) My sweet lord (hare krishna) My sweet lord (krishna krishna) My lord (hare hare)
Greenback Dollar Composer(s): Hoyt Axton; Ken Ramsey Performer(s): The Kingston Trio; and various other artists
Some people say I'm a no-'count Others say I'm no good But I'm just a natural-born travelin' man Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah Doin' what I think I should
Refrain: And I don't give a damn about a greenback-a dollar Spend it fast as I can For a wailin' song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, poor boy The only things that I understand
When I was a little baby My mama said "Hey son," "Travel where you will and grow to be a man and sing what must be sung, poor boy" Sing what must be sung
Refrain
Now that I'm a grown man I've traveled here and there I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song The only ones who ever care, poor boy The only ones who ever care
Refrain
Some people say I'm a no-'count Others say I'm no good But I'm just a natural-born travelin' man Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah Doin' what I think I should
Refrain: And I don't give a damn about a greenback-a dollar Spend it fast as I can For a wailin' song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, poor boy The only things that I understand The only things that I understand, poor boy The only things that I understand
Como la muerte anda en secreto
y no se sabe qué mañana
yo voy a hacer mi testamento
a repartir lo que me falta
pues lo que tuve ya está hecho
ya está abrigado, ya está en casa
Yo voy a hacer mi testamento
para cerrar cuentas soñadas
Le debo una canción a la sonrisa
a la sonrisa de manantial, esa que salta
le debo una canción a toda prisa
para que quede que estuvo cerca, agazapada
Le debo una canción a lo que supe
a lo que supe y no pudo ser más que silencio
le debo una canción, una que ocupe
la cantidad de mordazamor de un juramento
Les debo una canción a los pecados
a los pecados que no gasté, los que no pude
les debo una canción, no como hermano
sólo de sal que el delectador también alude
Le debo una canción a la mentira
a la mentira pequeña, frágil, casi salva
le debo una canción endurecida
una canción asesina, bruta, sanguinaria
Le debo una canción al oportuno
al oportuno mutilador de cuanta ala
le debo una canción de tono oscuro
que lo encadene a vagar su eterna madrugada
Le debo una canción a las fronteras
a las fronteras humanas, no a las del misterio
les debo una canción tan poco nueva
como la voz más elemental de los colegios
Le debo una canción a una bala
a un proyectil que debió esperarme en una selva
le debo una canción desesperada
desesperada por no poder llegar a verla
Le debo una canción al compañero
al compañero de riesgos, al de la victoria
le debo una canción de canto nuevo
una bandera común que vuele con la historia
Le debo una canción, una, a la muerte
una a la muerte voraz que se comerá tanto
le debo una canción en que hunda el diente
y luego esparza con la explosión fuegos del canto
Le debo una canción a lo imposible
a la mujer, a la estrella, al sueño que nos lanza
le debo una canción indescriptible
como una vela inflamada en vientos de esperanza
My Sweet Lady Composer(s): John Denver Performer(s): John Denver and various other artists
Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me Did you think our time together was all gone Lady, you've been dreaming, I'm as close as I can be And I swear to you our time has just begun
Close your eyes and rest your weary mind I promise I will stay right here beside you Today our lives were joined, became entwined I wish that you could know how much I love you
Lady, are you happy, do you feel the way I do Are there meanings that you've never seen before Lady, my sweet lady, I just can't believe it's true And it's like I've never, ever loved before
Lady, are you crying, do the tears belong to me Did you think our time together was all gone Lady, my sweet lady, I'm as close as I can be And I swear to you our time has just begun
Green Green Grass Of Home
Composer(s): Curly Putman - Sheb Wooley
First release by: Tom Jones - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - L'erba Verde Di Casa Mia (by Leonardo)
1967 - Le Toit De Ma Maison (by Nana Mouskouri)
1967 - Les Grilles De Ma Maison (by Dalida)
1967 - At Se Sin Barndomsby På Ny (by Gustav Winckler)
The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train And there to meet me is my mama and papa Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me All creatures smiling sweetly It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
The old house is still standing Though the paint is cracked and dry And there's an old oak tree that I used to play on Down the lane I'll walk with my sweet Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries It's good to touch the green, green grass of home
Then I awake and look around me Cold gray walls surround me And I realize that I was only dreamin' There's a guard and there's a sad old padre Arm and arm we'll walk at daybreak Again I'll touch the green, green grass of home
Yes, they'll all be there to meet me In the shadow of that old oak tree As they lay me beneath the green, green grass of home
Na 22 jaren in dit leven Maak ik het testament op van mijn jeugd Niet dat ik geld of goed heb weg te geven Voor slimme jongen heb ik nooit gedeugd Maar ik heb nog wel wat mooie idealen Goed van snit hoewel ze uit de mode zijn Wie ze hebben wil die mag ze komen halen Vooral jonge mensen vinden ze nog fijn
Aan mijn broertje dat zo graag wil gaan studeren Laat ik met plezier 't adres na van mijn kroeg Waar 'k teveel dronk om een vrouw te imponeren En daarna de klappen kreeg waarom ik vroeg En dan heb ik nog een stuk of wat vriendinnen Die wel-opgevoed en zeer verstandig zijn En waarmee je dus geen donder kunt beginnen Maar misschien krijgt iemand anders ze wel klein
Voor mijn neefje zijn mijn onvervulde wensen Wel wat kinderlijk maar ach ze zijn zo diep Ik behoorde immer tot die groep van mensen Voor wie 't geluk toch altijd harder liep Aan mijn vrienden laat ik gaarne het vermogen Om verliefd te worden op een meisjeslach Zelf ben ik helaas een keer teveel bedrogen Maar wie het eens proberen wil die mag
M'n vriendinnetje ik laat jou alle nachten Dat ik tranen om jouw ontrouw heb gestort Maar onthoudt dit wel ik zal geduldig wachten Tot ik lach omdat jij ook belazerd wordt En de leraar die mij altijd placht te dreigen Jongen jij komt nog op het verkeerde pad Kan tevreden zijn en hoeft niets meer te krijgen Dat wil zeggen hij heeft toch gelijk gehad
Voor mijn ouders is het album met de plaatjes Die zo vals getuigen van een blijde jeugd Maar ze tonen niet de zouteloze praatjes Die een kind opvoeden in eer en deugd En verder krijgen z'alle dwaze dingen Terug die ze mij teveel geleerd hebben die tijd Ze kunnen mij tenslotte ook niet dwingen Groot te worden zonder diep berouw en spijt
En dan heb ik ook nog enkele goede vrienden Maar die hebben al genoeg van mij gehad Dus ik gun ze nu het loon dat ze verdienden Alle drank die ze van mij hebben gejat Verder niets er zijn alleen nog een paar dingen Die ik houd omdat geen mens er iets aan heeft Dat zijn mijn goede jeugdherinneringen Die neem je mee zolang je verder leeft
My Sweet Egyptian Rose Composer(s): Edgar Allan Woolf; Anatol Friedland
In love's garden filled with flowers rare There is one that I love the best There are roses growing ev'ry-where Still I'd choose you from all the rest And my love will never let you fade Flowers all need such tender care Queen of all roses, that I've ever seen You're the only one I ever wear
All the pansies and lilies fair Used to win me with their charms Heliotropes and dahlias so rare They all thrilled me with love's sweet balms But my dear, the moment I saw you All the others seemed just like weeds Love's sweetest symbol, sent from up above None but Cupid could e'er plant such seeds
My sweet Egyptian Rose Each fragrant breeze that blows Seems to bring a message, dear, from you Each little star at night That shed its silv'ry light Reflects the ardor of my love so true The dainty Mignonette The modest violet I'll forget each one of them for you, dear In Egypt's bower There's just one flower Egyptian Rose, that's you
Green Years Composer(s): Arthur Altman; Billy Reid Performer(s): Eddie Fisher
Green years, where did you run to Wonderful green years Where did you fly
Your April kiss Made me feel spring would always live on But youth is a dreamer And when I awoke My springtime was gone
Wise men say, love is a secret Of springtime in autumn When April is passed Oh, where will I find Such a lover at last And recapture the rapture Of those ever green years
Wise men say, that love is a secret Of springtime in autumn When April is passed Oh, where will I find Such a lover at last And recapture the rapture Of those ever green years
My Sunny Tennessee Composer(s): Bert Kalmar; Harry Ruby; Herman Ruby Performer(s): Peerless Quartet; Benson Orch. of Chicago; Lanin's Southern Serenader
When the shades of night are falling Tennessee, I hear you calling My thoughts just roam Back to home, sweet home Every day my heart grows fonder Of the folks I left down yonder I wonder when I'll be there again
Every dream and every vision Simply strengthens my decision To go back home Never more to roam When I hear the 'Swanee River' My poor heart begins to quiver It's then I miss Mammy's goodnight kiss
I wanna be in Tennessee in my Dixie paradise An angel's voice I hear I mean my mammy, dear I'd give my soul if I could stroll down among those hills again For all the world would not be dreary then I'd love to go to sleep and know, that tomorrow I'd arise Beneath those Southern skies Where song birds harmonize Lawdy hear my plea Make me what I wanna be A rolling stone just rolling home to my sunny Tennessee
Green Tambourine Composer(s): Paul Leka; Shelley Pinz Performer(s): The Lemon Pipers; and various other artists
Drop your silver in my tambourine Help a poor man fill his pretty dream Give me pennies I'll take anything Now listen while I play My green tambourine
Watch the jingle jangle start to chime Reflections of the music that is mine When you drop a coin you'll hear it sing Now listen while I play My green tambourine
Drop a dime before I walk away Any song you want I'll gladly play Money feeds my music machine Now listen while I play My green tambourine
Tesoro (Pudo Ser Tu Nombre) Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Puede ser puede ser tu nombre el sonido que me hace recordar puede ser puede ser tu nombre el abismo que me hace desvariar pudo ser pudo ser tu nombre esa herida que no quiso curar -piérdete en mí y no sentirás- piérdete en mi...
Tesoro... deseo infinito el que hay vuelvo a la orilla del paso que no quisimos dar aunque cambie de matiz aunque apueste un tanto más aunque tenga que inventar no quieres entender que me hace daño esperar
Amaré solo y en tu nombre todo aquello que se dejó de amar y pasaré noches con tu nombre noches sin fin noches que atar -piérdete en mi, pónte a volar- piérdete en mi...
Tesoro... el más infinito que hay vuelvo al final del camino que no debí tomar aunque jures prometer aunque sirva tropezar aunque tenga que callar no puedes entender que no he sabido esperar
My Sunday Feeling Composer(s): Ian Anderson Performer(s): Jethro Tull; Blodwyn Pig; Buddy Blue; Cannata
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me My Sunday feeling is coming on over me Now that the night is over Got to clear my head so I can see Till I get to put together that old feeling won't let me be
Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? I really don't remember But with one more cigarette and I think I might Till I get to put together well that old feeling can't get me right
Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said? Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said? Oh, I don't feel so good Need someone to help me to my bed Till I get to put together that old feeling is in my head
Green Shirt Composer(s): Elvis Costello Performer(s): Elvis Costello; Kevin Kane; matt pond PA; The Tremblers
There's a smart young woman on a light blue screen Who comes into my house every night And she takes all the red, yellow, orange and green And she turns them into black and white
But you tease, and you flirt And you shine all the buttons on your green shirt You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
Better cut off all identifying labels Before they put you on the torture table
'Cause somewhere in the "Quizling Clinic" There's a shorthand typist taking seconds over minutes She's listening in to the Venus line She's picking out names I hope none of them are mine
But you tease, and you flirt...
Never said I was a stool pigeon I never said I was a diplomat Everybody is under suspicion But you don't wanna hear about that
'Cause you tease, and you flirt...
Better send a begging letter to the big investigation Who put these fingerprints on my imagination?
You tease, and you flirt...
You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it You can please yourself but somebody's gonna get it
T'es Venu De Loin Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
T'es venu de loin, t'es venu de loin T'es venu de très, très loin
Oh, si un jour tu reviens, viens, viens Toi, Jésus le moribond C'est sûrement dans notre maison Qu'on te soignera bien bien bien Quand tu reviendras, mes deux garçons Seront là là là là là Ils te poseront trente mille questions Auxquelles tu répondras
T'es venu de loin? - Très loin
Tu as mis longtemps? - Longtemps
Pourquoi t'es pâle? - Je ne sais pas
As-tu des enfants? - Oui, beaucoup
Est-ce que tu as faim? - Un peu
Tu sais dessiner? - Pas très
Fais-moi un dessin! - Voilà!
Dis, c'est beau chez toi? - Très beau
T'es venu comment? - À pied
T'as une maman? - Mais oui!
Dis, quel est son nom? - Marie
Qu'est-ce que t'as aux mains - Rien - Rien - Rien
Mais quand tu reviendras, ce sera bien bien bien Quand tu reviendras, ce sera bien, oui Quand tu reviendras, ce sera bien bien bien Tu seras chez moi tout comme chez toi Quand tu reviendras de si loin loin loin Tu étonneras nos voisins, oui Mais tu n'étonneras pas mes garçons Qui poseront leurs trente mille questions
T'es venu de loin? - Très loin
Tu as mis longtemps? - Longtemps
Pourquoi es-tu pâle? - Je ne sais pas
T'as des enfants? - Oui, beaucoup
Est-ce que tu as faim? - Un peu
Tu sais dessiner? - Pas très bien
Fais-moi un dessin - Tiens, voilà
Dis, c'est beau chez toi? - Très beau
T'es venu comment? - À pied
T'as une maman? - Mais oui
Dis, quel est son nom? - Marie
Qu'est-ce que t'as aux mains - Rien - Rien
Mais quand tu reviendras, ce sera bien bien bien Quand tu reviendras, ce sera bien, oui Mais tu n'empêcheras pas mes garçons De te poser leurs trente mille questions
T'es venu de loin? - Je suis venu de loin
Tu as mis longtemps? - J'ai mis longtemps
Pourquoi es-tu pâle? - Pourquoi je suis pâle?
As-tu des enfants? - Si j'ai des enfants?
Est-ce que tu as faim? - Oui, toujours
Tu sais dessiner? - Je sais dessiner
Fais-moi un dessin! - Je te fais un dessin
Dis, c'est beau chez toi? - C'est beau chez moi
T'es venu comment? - À pied
T'as une maman? - Mais oui!
Dis, quel est son nom? - Marie
Qu'est-ce que t'as aux mains - Rien, rien - Rien, rien
My Sugar Is So Refined Composer(s): Sidney Lippman; Sylvia Dee Performer(s): Johnny Mercer and various other artists
My sugar is so refined She's one o' them high-class kind She doesn't wear a hat, she wears a chapeau She goes to see a cinema, but never a show
My sugar is so refined She's got a real high-class mind She never buys a dress, it's always a frock She always winds her timepiece up, but never her clock
She says "tomahto" instead of "tomayto" She says "potahto" instead of "potayto" And you should see how She holds a cup of tea With just two fingers while She sticks out three
My sugar is so refined She's one o' them high-class kind She never shares a kiss, She lets our lips unite But, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamite I wonder what she thinks of each time I hold him tight Oh, she's so refined
My sugar is so refined She's got a real high-class mind She never eats a meal, she dines or she sups And dogs are little canine friends, they're never pups
She says "banahna" instead of "bananna" She says "piahno" instead of "pianna" And you should see how She sits on her settee With cake and coffee balanced on one knee
My sugar is so refined She's one o' them high-class kind She acts just like her name is Miss Van Der Loon And though I love her, and we'll be married soon I wonder what she'll do when we're on our honeymoon Oh, she's so refined
My sugar is so refined She's one o' them high-class kind She never shares a kiss She lets our lips unite But, oh, it feels like kissin' and each kiss is dynamite I wonder what She thinks of each time I hold him tight Oh, She's so refined She's so refined
