Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Baby Show Composer(s): Will Wise - Fred Malcolm - Fred Sanford Performer(s): George Formby; Bob & Alf Pearson
Youve all seen the Lord Mayors Show, the Flower Show and the Motor Show But theres one thing Id like to know, have you seen a baby show? I saw one not long ago it filled me with delight And if youd been there I know, youd love each tiny mite
Hear them hollerin, hear them hollerin, at the baby show Lots of chubby ones, lots of grubby ones, laid out in a row
We had babies from the Isle of Wight, we had babies that were black and white Tall ones, small ones, what a funny site, all singing "eeny meeny miny mo" Maudes and Lillians, Jacks and Gillians, sane and sillyuns, plain and frilly uns Hot and chilly uns, there were millions at the baby show
Hear them hollerin, hear them hollerin, at the baby show Lots of sandy ones, lots of bandy ones, laid out in a row
We had babies wrapped up in a shawl, we had babies with no clothes at all Long ones, wrong ones, like a rubber ball, all singing "eeny meeny miny mo" Janes and Nellyuns stiff and jelly uns, quiet and yelly uns, sick and welly uns Cohens and Kelly uns, Big fat belly uns at the baby show
Hear them hollerin, hear them hollerin, at the baby show Lots of dolly ones, lots of jolly ones laid out in a row
We had babies from the Hebrides, we had babies from the Pyrenees Dumb ones, rum ones, some with shaky knees, all singing "eeny meeny miny mo" Mays and Mary uns, rash and wary uns, plump and spary uns, round and squary uns Bald and hairy uns, vegetarians, at the Baby show
Camarade Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
C'est un joli nom Camarade C'est un joli nom tu sais Qui marie cerise et grenade Aux cent fleurs du mois de mai Pendant des années Camarade Pendant des années tu sais Avec ton seul nom comme aubade Les lèvres s'épanouissaient Camarade Camarade
C'est un nom terrible Camarade C'est un nom terrible à dire Quand, le temps d'une mascarade Il ne fait plus que frémir Que venez-vous faire Camarade Que venez-vous faire ici Ce fut à cinq heures dans Prague Que le mois d'août s'obscurcit Camarade Camarade
C'est un joli nom Camarade C'est un joli nom tu sais Dans mon coeur battant la chamade Pour qu'il revive à jamais Se marient cerise et grenade Aux cent fleurs du mois de mai
The Baby Screams Composer(s): Robert Smith First release by: The Cure - 1985
Heaven Give me a sign Waiting for the sun to shine Pleasure fills up my dreams And I love it Like a baby screams Its so useless How can you be proud When you're sinking into the ground Into the ground fills up my dreams And I love it Like a baby screams
Couldn't ask for more you said Take it all And strike me Strike me dead
Waiting again Waiting Like I waited before Waiting again Waiting here for nothing at all Heaven fills up my dreams And I love it Like a baby screams
Couldn't ask for more you said Couldn't ever let it end Take it all Take it all And strike me dead
Camarade
Composer(s): Jacques Plante - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Camarade Tu étais mon seul ami, mon camarade Tous les deux nous avons fait des barricades Les maquis, les commandos, les embuscades Mon camarade
Camarade Un dimanche en défilant à la parade Je t'ai vu soudain là-bas sur une estrade Tu étais visiblement monté en grade Mon camarade
Camarade Les plus grands venaient te donner l'accolade Ce n'était que mains serrées et embrassades Ça donnait une impression de mascarade Mon camarade
Camarade Moi ici j'ai pris mon parti des brimades Nous dormons tout habillés, les nuits sont froides L'important c'est de ne pas tomber malade Mon camarade
Camarade Je ne vois qu'un petit coin de ciel maussade Et les murs qui défieraient toute escalade Ce n'est pas une prison d'où l'on s'évade Mon camarade
Camarade Le matin c'est la relève des brigades À midi c'est l'heure de la promenade Et la nuit on fait des rêves d'escapade Mon camarade
Camarade J'ai appris qu'ils t'ont donné une ambassade Quelque part à Caracas ou à Belgrade Plus tu montes plus, tu vois, je rétrograde Mon camarade
Camarade C'est fini j'arrête ici mes jérémiades À bientôt qui sait dans une ou deux décades Et je signe comme au temps de nos gambades Ton Camarade
Tu étais mon seul ami, mon camarade Tous les deux nous avons fait les barricades Les maquis, les commandos, les embuscades Mon camarade
Fantasmas En Paris Composer(s): Jean-Noel Chaleat; Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Hay mil fantasmas al doblar cada esquina aquí en París apariciones que en la noche caminan aquí en París poetas locos que robaron la luna por abrazar un cuerpo de mujer y emperadores que olvidaron su cuna tras las ventanas de un hotel Recién casados que escribieron su historia aquí en París y generales que perdieron su gloria aquí en Paris mujeres bellas que posaron desnudas ante las pinceladas de un pintor y soñadores que al perder su cordura se suicidaron por amor Fantasmas en París como tu y yo fantasmas en París del desamor cuerpos de aire, labios errantes manos de nadie, sombras de amantes Fantasmas del amor como nosotros dos Hay mil turistas que encontraron la vida aquí en París y amantes viejos que curaron su herida aquí en París parejas tristes que a la orilla del Sena lloraron sin consuelo al partir promesas hechas a la luz de las velas que quedaron sin cumplir Fantasmas en París como tu y yo fantasmas en París del desamor miles de besos, mil emociones tantos recuerdos por los rincones Fantasmas en París como tu y yo fantasmas en París del desamor cuerpos de aire, labios errantes manos de nadie, sombras de amantes Fantasmas del amor como nosotros dos
The Awful Battle Of The Pekes And The Pollicles Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd-Weber
Of the awful battle of the pekes and the pollicles Together with some account Of the participation of the pugs and the poms And the intervention of the great Rumpus Cat!!! The pekes and the pollicles everyone knows Are a proud and implacable passionate foes It is always the same whereever one goes And the Pugs and the Poms although most people say That they did not like fighting yet once in a way Will once and again join into the fray And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you could hear them all over the park Now on the occassion of which I shall speak Almost nothing had happened for nearly a week And that's a long time for a Pol or a Peke The big police dog was away from his beat I don't know the reason but most people think He slipped into the Wellington's Arms for a drink And no one at all was about on the street When a Peke and a Pollicle happened to meet They did not advance or exactly retreat But they glared at each other and scraped their hind feet And they started to Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you could hear them all over the park And they Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you could hear them all over the park. Now the Peke although people may say what they please Is no British dog but Heathen Chinese And so all the Pekes when they heard the uproar Some came to the window, some came to the door And together they started to grumble and wheeze In their huffery-snuffery Heathen Chinese But a terrible din is what Pollicles like For your Pollicle dog is a dour Yorkshire tyke There are dogs out of every nation The Irish, the Welsh and the Dane The Russian, the Dutch, the Dalmatian and even from China and Spain The Poodle, the Pom, the Alsatian And the Mastiff who walks on a chain And to those that are frisky and frolical Let my meaning be perfectly plain That my name it is simply symbolical and you'd better not do it again!" And his braw Scottish cousins are snappers and biters And every dog-jack of them notable fighters And so they stepped out with their pipers in order Playing "When the Blue Bonnets Come Over The Border" And the Pugs and the Poms held no longer aloof But some from the balcony some from the roof Joined into the din with a Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark bark Until you could hear them all over the park Huffery snuffery huffery snuff! Until you could hear them all over the park Bark Bark Bark Bark (x 100) No!!!! (Silence) When these bold hereos together assembled The traffic all stopped And the Underground trembled And some of the people were so much afraid That they started to ring up the Fire Brigade! When suddenly up from a small basement flat Why who should stalk out but the Great Rumpus Cat!!!! His eyes were like fireballs fearfully blazing He gave a great yawn and his jaws were amazing And when he looked out through the bars of the area You never saw anything fiercer... ... Or hairier And what with a glare of his eyes and his yawning The Pekes and the Pollicles quickly took warning He looked to the sky and he gave a great leap And every last one of them scattered like sheep! And when the Police dog returned to his beat There wasn't a single one left on the street! All hail and all bow to the Great Rumpus Cat!!!!
Camagüey Composer(s): Agustín Lara Performer(s): Javier Solís
Camagüey, tonito sabrosón, Camagüey, el golpe del cajón va por mi vida sonando así: bom, bom, bom Camagüey, tonito sabrosón, Camagüey, el golpe del cajón va por mi vida sonando así: bom, bom, bom
Son que brinca en el timbal y juega en el ator del viejo cornetín crin que peina el huracán flor de cabanacán en tropical festín ¡Ay! quién pudiera volver a saborear la miel que su boca entregó quién pudiera estremecer su carne de mujer dorada por el sol
Por ella conocí los desengaños por ella será eterno mi dolor
Son tú la viste llorar de desesperación como la vio el jagüey Son cómo voy a olvidar la divina emoción que me dio Camagüey
E se, de repente A gente não sentisse A dor que a gente finge E sente Se, de repente A gente distraísse O ferro do suplício Ao som de uma canção Então, eu te convidaria Pra uma fantasia Do meu violão
Canta, canta uma esperança Canta, canta uma alegria Canta mais Revirando a noite Revelando o dia Noite e dia, noite e dia Canta a canção do homem Canta a canção da vida Canta mais Trabalhando a aterra Entornando o vinho Canta, canta, canta, canta Canta a canção do gozo Canta a canção da graça Canta mais Preparando a tinta Enfeitando a praça Canta, canta, canta, canta Canta a canção de glória Canta a santa melodia Canta mais Revirando a noite Revirando o dia Noite e dia, noite e dia
When the hard days work is over And the kye are in the byre And the horse are in the stable And the auld folk roond the fire I gang slippin through the heather Tae yon fairm ahent the hill Jist tae see ma bonnie lassie By the auld meal mill
She's got een like bramble berries She's got cheeks like mountain haws And her lips are red like cherries She's the bonniest floo'er that blaws How I weary for the lousin' How I lang tae quit the drill And gang aff tae see my lassie By the auld meal mill
Noo the auld folk oft-times wonder Whit could keep me oot sae late And they never gang tae sleep Until they hear me sneck the gate But the auld man, he jalouses When he sees me tak the hill That Im aff tae see ma lassie By the auld meal mill
Fantaisie Bleue Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
C'est bleu d'un bleu irrésistible Je passe le ciel au crible Pour trouver plus bleu impossible C'est bleu que c'est en pas possible C'est terrible Je n'y vois que du bleu
C'est bleu d'un bleu irremplaçable Je me sens incapable De trouver plus bleu incroyable C'est bleu que c'en est pas pensable Formidable Je vois la vie en bleu
C'est bleu tout au moins il me semble Enfin ça te ressemble C'est parfois si bleu que j'en tremble Mon bleu allons dans notre champ bleu Faire ensemble un gros bébé tou bleu bleu Si bleu que ça me trouble J'ai dû boire du chirouble J'y vois deux fois bleu J'y vois double
C'est bleu d'un bleu irrésistible Je passe le ciel au crible Pour trouver plus bleu impossible C'est bleu que c'est en pas possible C'est terrible Je n'y vois que du bleu
The Ashes Of My Heart Composer(s): Jeff Branen - Arthur Lange
The day is dying, the years are flying The while I'm sighing, because of you I'm sad and lonely, I'm thinking only of someone's eyes of blue Of someone's kisses too
Among the roses, where love reposes My heart discloses, what you should know Alone I sigh, dear For you and I, dear, once loved each other so 'Twas in the long ago
In the ashes of my heart fires of love no longer burn Still it seems I feel a start at the thought of your return 'Tho it's years since last we met and we're doomed to live apart There's a spark of hope still burning But it's buried somewhere in the ashes of my heart
Fanny (Be Tender With My Love) Composer(s): Barry Gibb; Maurice Gibb; Robin Gibb Performer(s): The Bee Gees; The Fever Boys
First I rise, then I fall Seems like you don't want the love Of this man at all And it's sure been a lonely time Right up to the time I met you So if you take a love like mine Be tender with my love You know how easy it is to hurt me Fanny, be tender with my love 'Cause it's all that I've got And my love won't desert me
So you say to yourself, boy You're out of your brain Do you think I'm gonna stand here All night in the rain? And it's the start of a love affair The moment when I first met you And if you want I'll take you there
Be tender with my love You know how easy it is to break me Fanny, be tender with my love 'Cause it's all that I've got And my love won't forsake me
With my love Our love will seal it together Oh, with our love You made a promise You'll always love me forever
Be tender with my love You know how easy it is to break me Fanny, be tender with my love 'Cause it's all that I've got And my love won't forsake me
The Ash Grove (Llwyn On) (Traditional) Performer(s): Sarah Brightman
Yn Nyffryn Llwyn Onn draw mi welais hardd feinwen A minnau'n hamddena 'rol byw ar y don Gwyn ewyn y lli oedd ei gwisg, a disgleirwen A'r glasfor oedd llygaid Gwen harddaf Llwyn Onn A ninnau'n rhodiana drwy'r lonydd i'r banna Sibrydem i'n gilydd gyfrinach byd serch A phan ddaeth hi'n adeg ffarwelio a'r wiwdeg Roedd tannau fy nghalon yng ngofal y ferch
[Down yonder green valley where streamlets meander When twighlight is fading I pensively rove Or at the bright moontide in solitude wander Amid the dark shades of the lonely Ash Grove 'Twas there, while the blackbird was cheerfully singing I first met that dear one the joy of my heart! Around us for gladness the bluebells were ringing Ah! then little thought I how soon we should part] Cyn dychwel i borthladd wynebwn y tonnau Ond hyfryd yw'r hafan 'rol dicter y don Bydd melys anghofio her greulon y creigiau Un felly o'wn innau 'rol cyrraedd Llwyn Onn A thawel mordwyo wnaf mwyach a Gwenno Yn llong fach ein bwthyn a hi wrth y llyw A hon fydd yr hafan ddiogel a chryno I'r morwr a'i Wenno tra byddwn ni byw
(Still glows the bright sunshine o'er valley and mountain Still warbles the blackbird its note from the tree Still trembles the moonbeam on streamlet and fountain But what are the beauties of Nature to me? With sorrow, deep sorrow, my bosom is laden All day I go mourning in search of my love! Ye echoes! oh tell me, where is the sweet maiden? "She sleeps 'neath the green turf down by the Ash Grove")
Calypso
((Dutch Version: Calypso (by Bart Kaëll) - 1998))
Composer(s): John Denver
First release by: John Denver - 1975
To sail on a dream on a crystal clear ocean to ride on the crest of a wild raging storm To work in the service of life and living in search of the answers of questions unknown To be part of the movement and part of the growing part of beginning to understand Aye Calypso the places you've been to the things that you've shown us, the stories you tell Aye Calypso, I sing to your spirit the men who have served you so long and so well Hi dee ay-ee ooo doo-dle oh oo do do do do do doo-dle ay yee doo-dle ay ee Like the dolphin who guides you, you bring us beside you To light up the darkness and show us the way For though we are strangers in your silent world To live on the land we must learn from the sea To be true as the tide and free as a wind swell Joyful and loving in letting it be Aye Calypso the places you've been to the things that you've shown us the stories you tell Aye Calypso, I sing to your spirit the men who have served you so long and so well Hi dee ay-ee ooo doo-dle oh oo do do do do do doo-dle ay yee doo-dle ay ee he dee Ay-ee Hi dee oh ooo hi dee ayee hi dee oh ooo
The Army Goes Rolling Along (aka "The Caisson Song" and "The Field Artillery Song") Composer(s): Edmund L. Gruber
March along, sing our song, with the Army of the free Count the brave, count the true, who have fought to victory Were the Army and proud of our name Were the Army and proudly proclaim
First to fight for the right And to build the Nations might And The Army Goes Rolling Along
Proud of all we have done Fighting till the battles won And the Army Goes Rolling Along
Then its Hi! Hi! Hey! The Armys on its way Count off the cadence loud and strong (Two! Three!) For where eer we go You will always know That The Army Goes Rolling Along
Valley Forge, Custers ranks San Juan Hill and Pattons tanks And the Army went rolling along Minute men, from the start Always fighting from the heart And the Army keeps rolling along
Then its Hi! Hi! Hey! The Armys on its way Count off the cadence loud and strong (Two! Three!) For where eer we go You will always know That The Army Goes Rolling Along
Men in rags, men who froze Still that Army met its foes And the Army went rolling along Faith in God, then were right And well fight with all our might As the Army keeps rolling along
Then its Hi! Hi! Hey! The Armys on its way Count off the cadence loud and strong (Two! Three!) For where eer we go You will always know That The Army Goes Rolling Along
Il me disait y a qu'le look qui compte
Et moi bien sûr j'me suis pas rendu compte
Qu'il regardait par dessus mon épaule
Cette fille lui a fait le coup du sang chaud
Et moi j'avais pas la couleur de peau
Pour le calypso
Besame mucho
Vertige des pays chauds
Il disait: "let's go"
J'ai besoin d'autre chose
Calypso
Il rêvait tout haut
Danser là-bas bientôt
Le calypso, tico tico tico
Calypso
C'est vrai qu'ici c'est pas les paillettes
C'est pas non plus la mort qui nous guette
Derrière les grands chapeaux, les sombreros
Et moi j'les trouve trop sucrés leurs sirops
Même si l'soleil d'ici n'brille pas si haut
Pour le calypso
Besame mucho
Vertige des pays chauds
Il disait: "let's go"
J'ai besoin d'autre chose
Calypso
Rythmo latino
Danser là-bas bientôt
Le calypso, tico tico tico
Calypso
À chacun ses héros
Lui Dario Moreno
Moi Police ou Toto {calypso, una storia retro}
Moi Elton ou Bowie
Et lui Luis Mariano {calypso, amore pasado}
Moi Janis ou Carly
Et lui Gloria Lasso {calypso}
Calypso
C'est pas l'homme qu'il me faut
À chacun ses héros
Moi Police ou Toto
Lui Dario Moreno {calypso, amor latino}
Adios Roico
Hasta luego
