Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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That's How I Need You Composer(s): Joe McCarthy - Joe Goodwin - Al. Piantadosi
Sometimes when someone needs something, something to make someone glad why couldn't something help someone, Why should that someone be sad? You are the something I mean, dear, I am the someone so blue Love is so hard to explain dear, I only know that I need you
Something could change someone's world, dear Something could brighten the sky something could make someone happy, if something only would try Someone is waiting and hoping, hoping to have someone near I am the someone, who's waiting, you are the something so dear
Like the roses need their fragrance, like a sweetheart needs a kiss like the summer needs the sunshine, like a laddie needs a miss like a broken heart needs gladness, like the flowers need the dew like a baby needs its mother, that's how I need you
Gypsies, Tramps And Thieves Composer(s): Bob Stone Performer(s): Cher; and various other artists
I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down
Picked up a boy just south of Mobile Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal I was sixteen, he was twenty-one Rode with us to Memphis And Papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down
I never had schoolin' but he taught me well With his smooth southern style Three months later I'm a girl in trouble And I haven't seen him for a while Oh, no, I haven't seen him for a while
She was born in the wagon of a travelin' show Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw Grandpa'd do whatever he could Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the town They'd call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves But every night all the men would come around And lay their money down
That's Him Over There Composer(s): Marilyn Bergman - Lew Spence Performer(s): Nina Simone; Peggy Lee
I see your face in this room full of faces I'm trying hard not to stare Strange to see you again, here of all places That's him over there
My baby looks the same as he did when I met him I'd know that laugh anywhere It was foolish of me to think I'd forget him That's him over there
I wish I could be the girl at his side The one who has taken my place Can everyone see what I'm trying to hide Isn't it written all over my face?
I guess that you kow what extremes I have gone to To prove that I didn't care You were so anxious to meet the dream I've hung onto Well, that's him, that's my Jim, over there
Caballero
Composer(s): Louis Poterat - Francis López
Performer(s): Georges Guétary; M. Coste Orch.
Un Caballero revient de Grenade! Un Caballero chante son aubade! Un Caballero n'est pas un poète! Un Caballero n'en fait qu'à sa tête! Mais fais attention toi qui sans façon Ris d'un air moqueur, ma belle! Car je peux d'un bond franchir ton balcon Pour prendre ton cur rebelle ...
Devant tes rideaux, doux comme un agneau Mon chant dans la nuit s'attarde... Mais l'agneau d'un coup se transforme en loup Quand on rit de lui... prends garde! Ah!
Un Caballero repart pour Grenade! Un Caballero chante son aubade! Ton Caballero n'est pas un poète! Son cur est si gros qu'il en perd la tête Mais sur son cheval, un soir c'est fatal Il t'emportera ma belle ... Tu seras punie d'avoir ri de lui Et tu lui seras fidèle... Jusqu'à ce qu'un jour s'en aille l'amour Qui chante sous ta fenêtre... Alors regrettant sa chanson d'antan Tout bas tu diras peut-être...
O Caballero... O Caballero... O Caballero! Adios, adios, au revoir!
Gypsy, Joe And Me Composer(s): Dolly Parton Performer(s): Dolly Parton
We might have slept in a rail yard
or camped by the river bank We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land And quenched our thirst with rain We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet Life just had no pattern for Gypsy, Joe and me
All we had was each other and the rags upon our back The closest thing to a home we new was some abandoned shack But we had all we needed and the rest we didn't need Life was free and simple for Gypsy, Joe and me
Now Gypsy was my little dog, I found by the road in a ditch And so I named him Gypsy, cause that name just seemed to fit Oh and Joe he was my man, the flower of my soul Thou he never said he loved me, I just always seemed to know
While standing by the highway, thumbin' for a ride The speeding wheels of a passing car, took Gypsy's life I lost him where I found him and his loss was misery Now there's no more Gypsy, there's just Joe and me
Well the winter came and the snow did fall And the night was cold and still And the rags we wore were not enough And Joe he caught the chill And he told me how he loved me And in my arms he went to sleep Now there's no more Gypsy, no more Joe, there's just me
While standin' here on the edge of this bridge Lookin' down I see The face of Joe and Gypsy, lookin' back at me And somewhere in the distance I can hear them callin' me Tonight we'll be together again Gypsy, Joe and me
Thats Him Composer(s): Ogden Nash - Kurt Weill Performer(s): multiple artists
You know the way you feel when there is autumn in the air Thats him, thats him The way you feel when Antoine has finished with your hair Thats him, thats him You know the way you feel when you smell fresh bread baking The way you feel when, oh, your aching back stops aching Wonderful world, wonderful you, thats him, thats him, thats him
Be simple as a breeze that blows in summer Be natural, not actuary Hes like a plumber when you need a plumber Mmm, hes satisfactory You know the way you feel at movies when the lights grow dimmer The way you feel when overnight your hips grow slimmer Wonderful world, wonderful you Say, cest Paris, say New York, sa-voury
In the darkest caves and hallways, I would know him always Cause I would see that hes the one for me How could I pass by him when Id identify him so easily Because you know the way you feel about a rhapsody in blue His eyes are blue His eyes are brown! His are on the town The way you feel about a hat created just for you, thats him, thats him Hes Christmas, hes collar, hes a coke with cherries Lets face it girls hes a man - hes necessary Wonderful world, wonderful you, thats him, thats him
Cab Driver
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks
Performer(s): The Mills Brothers; Gatlin Brothers; Squeeze-bot
Cab Driver, drive by Mary's place I just wanna chance to see her face Don't stop the meter, let it race Cab Driver, drive by Mary's place
Cab Driver, once more round the block Never mind the ticking of the clock I only wish we could have a talk Cab Driver, once more round the block
Cab Driver, once more down the street There's a little place we used to meet That`s where I laid my future at her feet Cab Driver, once more down the street
Cab Driver, wait here by the door Perhaps I'll hold her in my arms once more Then thing's will be just like before Cab Driver, wait here by the door
Cab Driver, better take me home I guess that I was meant to be alone I hope God sends me a love one of my own Cab Driver, better take me home
From nowhere through the caravan Round the campfire light Lovely woman in motion With hair as dark as night Her eyes were like that of a cat in the dark that hypnotized me with love She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman She was a gypsy woman
She danced around and round Guitar's melody From the fire her face was aglow How she enchanted me I'd like to hold her near And kiss her hair and whisper in her ear I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman
All through the caravan She was dancing with all the men Waiting for the rising sun Everyone was having fun Hated to see her go Knowing that she'll never know that I love her that I love her
I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman I love you gypsy woman
Thats Happiness Composer(s): Fred Ebb - Harry Coleman - Paul Klein Performer(s): Alma Cogan; Marion Ryan
The way you say hallo and smile at me each time we meet The way you take my hand and walk beside me down the street The way you say you need me Thats happiness
The way you speak my name and make it sound just like a sigh The way you cheer me up when fortune seems to pass me by The way you say you want me Thats happiness
The many tender things youve told me The gentle kisses that we shared The way your arms were meant to hold me Each time that I begin to cry
Although it well may be youll never be a millionaire It wouldnt bother me as long as you are always there Just to know you love me Thats happiness
Although it well may be youll never be a millionaire It wouldnt bother me as long as you are always there Just to know you love me Thats happiness
Ça, C'est Paris
Composer(s): José Padilla - Lucienne Boyer - Jacques Charles
Performer(s): Mistinguett
and multiple other artists
Paris c'est une blonde Qui plaît à tout le monde Le nez retroussé l'air moqueur Les yeux toujours rieurs Tous ceux qui la connaissent Grisés par ses caresses S'en vont mais reviennent toujours Paris à tes amours!
La petite vogue de Paris Malgré ce qu'on en dit A les mêmes attraits qu'Hollywood Oui mais... Elle possède à ravir La manière de s'en servir Elle a perfectionné la façon de se donner Ça, c'est Paris! Ça, c'est Paris!
Paris c'est une blonde Qui plaît à tout le monde Le nez retroussé l'air moqueur Les yeux toujours rieurs Tous ceux qui la connaissent Grisés par ses caresses S'en vont mais reviennent toujours Paris à ton amour! Ça, c'est Paris! Ça, c'est Paris!
Gypsy Wind Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
I still recall the place When I first felt your gypsy wind Playing on my face That summer's long since gone But gypsy winds have ways of staying on
Voices from our past Still insist on arguing That love will never last And though our hearts may turn It's only when you listen that you learn
And I wonder at the ways The strands of love meander Through our close and distant days The blood of passion plays Burns our thirsty souls And chases reason far away... Far away... And still your gypsy wind Will soothe my soul and call me back again
Growing wise with age We come to see the printing Through the pictures on the page Though something's always lost The gain is always tempered by the cost
And I wonder at the ways The strands of love meander Through our close and distant days The blood of passion plays Burns our thirsty souls And chases reason far away... Far away... And still your gypsy wind Will soothe my soul and call me back again
That's Good! That's Bad! Composer(s): Ervin Drake - Jimmy Shirl Performer(s): George Jones and multiple other artists
Yes, I still love you (That's good) But I've got doubts about us (That's bad) Still I don't know if it's in me to leave you (Ah honey, that's good) It would be the worst break my heart ever had
We still have something (And it's good) Though I do feel it's slipping (Ah, that's bad) But I'll try like to devil to save it (Ah, that's good) I'd sure miss that ol' feeling we had
We thought of this love to last We're falling apart and that's sad We've got to get it back together we're losing our love That's good, that's bad
We could go to the bedroom (That's good) It's been too long since we've been there (Honey, that's bad) We might break down this wall that's between us And bring back the good love we had
We thought of this love to last We're falling apart and that's sad We've got to get it back together we're losing our love That's good, that's bad
Chit Akins, Make Me A Star Composer(s): Don Bowman Performer(s): Don Bowman
Nobody knows where he came from They don't know how he got in But Nashville won't forget the day That he walked right in to RCA With a guitar.....and a grin
Hey there, Chit Akins, would you make me a star? Oh, I tell you I am somethin' else with this guitar Really! I mean, listen, you don'tknow what you're missin' Just listen I mean just lis-ten to this... ... Ain't that fierce? Ain't that intense?
The crowd began to gather To watch the fun begin With his cowboy boots and his coveralls His one-way ticket from Cedar Falls That big guitar.... and a grin
Hey there, Chit Akins, would you make me a star? I mean me being such a gas with this guitar Listen, would you believe I ain't even got your correspondence course yet That's hard to believe, ain't it? S'true! Never had a lesson Never! And just listen Just lis-ten here...
Everybody seemed to like him So the Company took him in Background music is all he plays He's on all them records from RCA With his guitar... and his grin
Hey, Chit Akins How come it is I never get to play by myself, huh? I mean, you get to play by yourself How come I don't never get to play with some o' them big symphonies like you do, huh? How come, Chit? How 'bout when the swellin' goes down in my fingers? Then can I? Huh, Chit?
Ça Vient Sans Qu'on Y Pense Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Jacques Plante Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
La pluie Frappe à la fenêtre L'ennui Dans nos curs pénètre Les nuits Sont plus longues que les jours
Où sont Nos jolies vacances Frissons De l'eau bleue qui danse Chansons Et soleil sur nos amours
Ça vient sans qu'on y pense Soudain ça recommence Et rien, rien n'est jamais perdu d'avance Sans bruit ça se prépare Et puis sans crier gare Ça vient quand on n'y croyait plus
C'est vrai La saison est moche Je n'ai Plus un sou en poche Faudrait Un miracle du bon Dieu alleluia
Mais toi Ça te fait sourire Je vois Que tu vas me dire Mais pourquoi Prends-tu l'argent au sérieux?
Ça vient sans qu'on y pense Soudain ça recommence Et rien, rien n'est jamais perdu d'avance Sans bruit ça se prépare Et puis sans crier gare Ça vient quand on n'y croyait plus
Un jour Comme une tornade Au cours D'une promenade L'amour S'est abattu sur nous deux
D'abord On n'y prend pas garde Le tort C'est qu'on se regarde Dès lors Tout se passe dans nos yeux
Ça vient sans qu'on y pense Soudain ça recommence Et rien, rien n'est jamais perdu d'avance Sans bruit ça se prépare Et puis sans crier gare Ça vient quand on n'y croyait plus
Des mots J'en ai dans ma tête Bien trop Pour ma chansonnette Un flot Qui n'a rime ni raison
Souvent Je l'avoue je planche Devant Une page blanche Mais comment Vais-je écrire ma chanson?
Ça vient sans qu'on y pense Soudain ça recommence Et rien, rien n'est jamais perdu d'avance Sans bruit ça se prépare Et puis sans crier gare Ça vient quand on n'y croyait plus ...
Gypsy Love Song Composer(s): Victor Herbert; Henry Bache Smith Performer(s): Connee Boswell; and various other artists
The birds of the forest are calling for thee And the shades and the glades are lonely Summer is there with her blossoms fair And you are absent only
No bird That nests in the greenwood tree But sighs to greet you and kiss you All the violets yearn, yearn for your safe return But most of all I miss you
Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart Dream of the field and the grove Can you hear me, hear me in that dreamland Where your fancies rove
Slumber on, my little gypsy sweetheart Wild little woodland dove Can you hear the love song that tells you All my heart's true love
The fawn that you tamed has a look in its eyes That doth say, "We are too long parted" Songs that are trolled by our comrades old Are not now as they were light hearted
The wild rose fades in the leafy shades Its ghost will find you and haunt All the friends say come, come to your woodland home And most of all I want you
Thats For Me Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Richard Rodgers Performer(s): Dick Haymes
I saw you standing in the sun and you were something to see I know what I liked and I liked what I saw And I said to myself, thats for me
A lovely morning, I remarked, and you were quick to agree You wanted to walk and I nodded my head As I breathlessly said, thats for me
I left you standing under stars, the days adventures are through Theres nothing for me but the dream in my heart And the dream in my heart, thats for you Oh my darling, thats for you
I left you standing under stars, the days adventures are through Theres nothing for me but the dream in my heart And the dream in my heart, thats for you Oh my darling, thats for you
Ça Va Pas Changer Le Monde
((Dutch Version: Antwârpe ... Ik Vind Oe Prachtig (by De Strangers))
Composer(s): Joe Dassin - Pierre Delanoë - Claude Lemesle - Vito Pallavicini
Performer(s): Joe Dassin
and multiple other artists
C'est drôle, tu es partie Et pourtant tu es encore ici Puisque tout me parle de toi Un parfum de femme, l'écho de ta voix Ton adieu, je n'y crois pas du tout C'est un au revoir, presqu'un rendez-vous...
Ça va pas changer le monde Il a trop tourné sans nou Il pleuvra toujours sur Londres... ça va rien changer du tout Qu'est-ce que ça peut bien lui faire Une porte qui s'est renfermée? On s'est aimés, n'en parlons plus Et la vie continue
Ça va pas changer le monde Que tu changes de maison Il va continuer, le monde Et il aura bien raison Les poussières d'une étoile C'est Ça qui fait briller la voie lactée... On s'est aimés, n'en parlons plus Et la vie continue
Ça va pas changer le monde Ça va pas le déranger Il est comme avant, le monde C'est toi seule qui as changé Moi, je suis resté le même Celui qui croyait que tu l'aimais... c'était pas vrai, n'en parlons plus Et la vie continue
Gypsy Davy Composer(s): Woody Guthrie Performer(s): Woody Guthrie; and various other artists
It was late last night when the boss come home askin' about his lady the only answer he received, "She's gone with the gypsy Davy, gone with the gypsy Davy"
"Go saddle for me my buskin' horse and a hundred dollars saddle point out to me their wagon tracks and after them I'll travel, after them I'll ride"
Well, I had not rode 'til the midnight moon when I saw the campfire gleaming I heard the notes of the big guitar and the voice of the gypsy singin' that song of the gypsy Dave
There in the light of the camping fire I saw her fair face beaming her heart in tune with the big guitar and the voice of the gypsy singing that song of the gypsy Dave
Have you forsaken your house and home have you forsaken your baby have you forsaken your husband dear to go to the gypsy Dave and sing with the gypsy Dave that song of the gypsy Dave
Yes, I've forsaken my husband dear to go with the gypsy Davy and I've forsaken my mansion high but not my blue-eyed baby not my blue-eyed babe
Take off take off your buskin'gloves made of Spanish leather give to me your lily-white hand We'll ride back home together and we'll ride home again
No, I won't take off my buskin' gloves they're made of Spanish leather I'll go my way from day to day and sing with the gypsy Davy that song of the gypsy Dave that song of the gypsy Dave
That's Entertainment! Composer(s): Howard Dietz - Arthur Schwartz First performance by: Jack Buchanan, Nanette Fabray, Oscar Levant, Fred Astaire - 1953 Covered by multiple other artists
The clown with his pants falling down Or the dance that's a dream of romance Or the scene where the villain is mean
That's entertainment!
The lights on the lady in tights Or the bride with the guy on the side Or the ball where she gives him a roar
That's entertainment!
The plot can be hot, simply teeming with sex A gay divorcee who is after her ex It can be Oedipus Rex Where a chap kills his father And causes a lot of bother The clerk who is thrown out of work By the boss who is thrown for a loss By this girl who is doing him dirt
The world is a stage The stage is a world of entertainment!
It might be a fight like you see on the screen A swain getting slain for the lot of a queen Some great Shakespearean scene Where a ghost and a prince meet And everyone ends in mincemeats The gag may be waving the flag That began with a mystical hand Hip hooray, the American way
The world is a stage The stage is a world of entertainment!
