Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Prove It By The Things You Do Composer(s): Doris Fisher - Allan Roberts Performer(s): Bing Crosby
It's easy to say you love me Easy to say you're true Easy to say those words to me But prove it by the things you do!
It's easy to say you miss me When you're alone and blue Easy to say you care for me But prove it by the things you do!
Don't hold my hand when there's company Don't kiss me when folks can see Just do those things when we're alone They mean so much more to me!
It's easy to fool a sweetheart Who has so much faith in you You don't have to say "I love you!" If you prove it by the things you do!
Baby, you'd better stop holdin' my hand in crowds Don't kiss me when there's company Just do those things when we're alone They mean so much more to me!
Baby, easy to fool a sweetheart 'specially when she has so much faith in you You don't have to say "I love you!" If you prove it (how you gonna prove it? By the things you do! (prove it by the things you do!)
Fermín Composer(s): Agustín Lara Performer(s): Javier Solis; and various other artists
Por su temple y su valor y por su arte verdadero todos dicen que armillita es un maestro de cuerpo entero Ídolo de la afición por el arte y el embrujo con su capote de lujo la tierra hispana lo consagró
En un pase de Fermín se ha enredado una chiquilla esa chiquilla es Sevilla, armilla, armilla Pinturero del mandil, torerazo maravilla que domina con postín, eres amo y señor de la fiesta cañí: ¡olé!
En un pase de Fermín se ha enredado una chiquilla esa chiquilla es Sevilla, armilla, armilla Pinturero del mandil, torerazo maravilla que domina con postín, eres amo y señor de la fiesta cañí: olé
Llanto que se va en la tarde
buscando dónde anidar
lleva río abajo el canto
de esta pena vieja de mi Litoral ...
Guitarreando una esperanza
sauce y viento llevaran
galopando, la nostalgia
del gurí dolido de tanto remar!
Sangra el ceibo al besar el sol!
Su garganta quiere cantar
Canoitas tristes, siempre río abajo
canten en vez de llorar!
Liñador del alma, el viento
quiere ser un pescador
y arrojar sobre la pena
del mudo ranchito, su pesca mayor
Despeinando su tristeza
camalotales en flor
aguas arriba, cantando
alzarán un día su ardiente verdor!
Sangra el ceibo al besar el sol!
Su garganta quiere cantar
Canoitas tristes, siempre río abajo
canten en vez de llorar!
Ferme Tes Jolis Yeux Composer(s): Virgile Thomas; René de Buxeuil Performer(s): Berthe Sylva; and various other artists
Dans son petit lit blanc et rose Suzette jase en souriant Elle babille mille choses A sa douce et chère maman Mais, chut, il faut dormir bien vite Nous avons assez bavarde Faites dodo chère petite Car petit père va gronder Et tout en berçant la gamine La mère lui chante câline
{Refrain:} Ferme tes jolis yeux Car les heures sont brèves Au pays merveilleux Au beau pays du rêve Ferme tes jolis yeux Car tout n'est que mensonge Le bonheur n'est qu'un songe Ferme tes jolis yeux
Dans sa chambre de jeune fille Suzette devant son miroir A l'heure où l'étoile scintille Vient se contempler chaque soir Elle admire sa gorge ronde Son corps souple comme un roseau Et dans sa tête vagabonde Naissent mille désirs nouveaux Laisse là tes folles idées Gentille petite poupée {au Refrain}
Enfin c'est le bonheur suprême L'instant cher et tant désiré Avec le fiancé qu'elle aime Suzon vient de se marier Et le soir dans la chambre close Quand sonne l'heure du berger Elle laisse, pudique et rose S'effeuiller la fleur d'oranger Puis elle écoute avec tendresse Son époux chanter plein d'ivresse {au Refrain}
Scrub Me Mama With A Boogie Beat Composer(s): Don Raye Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters and multiple other artists
In Harlem there's a little place where everyone goes To see the way a washerwoman washes her clothes If you like boogie woogie rhythm, she's got a beat Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you a treat!
On every afternoon at one the sessions begin And all the boys from all the bands come down and sit in They sit around and knock each other out when they play While the boogie woogie washerwoman washes all day
Rubbley-ub-dub, that's just the way she rubs Rubbley-ub-dub, that's just the way she scrubs Rubbley-ub-dub, she wears out all her dubs She rubs and rubs her knuckles right down to the nubs!
Rubbley-ub-dub, that's how she kicks it off Rubbley-ub-dub, she keeps it nice and soft Rubbley-ub-dub, till someone hollers on "Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!"
You really ought to visit there if you've never been It doesn't cost a penny, just come down and walk in If you like boogie woogie rhythm, you'll get a treat Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you the beat!
Rub rub rub rub, a-rubbin' all day She's a-scrubbin' a boogie woogir rhythm all day! Scrub, rub, a-washin' all day Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!
Scrub me mama, scrub me clean And let me dream till Rubbley-ub-dub, that's the way she scrubs Rubs rubs rubs, rubbib' along Singin' a baloogie woogie song
Toot-toot-toot-doodley-ah-dah! That's how she kicks it off Ti-diddley-ah-hah! She keeps it nice and soft Ti-diddley-ah-hah! To someone, all is all Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!
You really ought to visit there if you've never been It doesn't cost a penny, just come down and walk in If you like boogie woogie rhythm, you will get a treat Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you a treat! Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!
Barrelin' down the highway Wheelin' right along Hear the tires hummin' Hummin' out a song The rumble of the diesel The shiftin' of the gears The rhythm when he's rollin' It's music to his ears Cannonba-a-a-ll! Cannonba-a-a-ll!
Any kind of weather Any time of day When the rig is ready He'll be on his way He'll carry any cargo He'll go anywhere Name the destination And brother, he'll be there Cannonba-a-a-ll! Cannonba-a-a-ll!
The Boogie Man Composer(s): Kinky Friedman - Panama Red Performer(s): Kinky Friedman
Oh the boogie man, gonna get you an' Snatch you up and whip you off to Boogie land If you don't watch out He'll make you scream and shout He's gonna have them ants crawlin' in your pants With them creatures in your seat you're gonna get up on your feet You know you gotta dance To the Boogie Man He the Boogie Man
Well the boogie man got a little piece of land Got a mean ol lady keep him gentle as a lamb Got a dog named Frog and a VW van And the neighbors all think he's a insurance man But when the stars come out, the kids all shout Hey bring him out, bring him out He picks up his guitar and there's a change inside From the good Doctor Jekyll to the B-a-d Mr Hyde
Cannibals Composer(s): Mark Knopfler Performer(s): Mark Knopfler
Well he's daddy's little boy he plays with his toys He holds on to his daddy's hand His daddy says Sonny you're a big strong boy You're gonna be a big strong man And they go play catch they go play ball They go take a walk along the sand Big strong daddy and a big strong boy Living in a big strong land
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Daddy can I have a dinosaur Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more
Down in Louisiana there's a hurricane coming The little boy climbs the stairs And all along the levee all the people come running And the little boy's saying his prayers And a sleepy little laddie smiles up at his daddy And he's asking for his G.I. Joe And daddy tucks him in with a kiss upon the chin And says my little one I love you so
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Leave a light outside the door Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more
Lay down your head now don't get out of bed Don't you let the bedbugs bite It's time to go to sleep now not another peep And I'll see you in the morning light And then the radio was playing and the weatherman was saying The hurricane had blown away And daddy's little boy was jumping up for joy And he was singing at the break of day
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Daddy can I be a warrior Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more
Yeah daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Daddy why do people go to war Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more
Fensch Vallée Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Viens petite sur au blanc manteau Viens c'est la ballade des copeaux Viens petite girl in red blue jean Viens c'est la descente au fond de la mine Viens donc grand shootée du désespoir Viens donc visiter mes laminoirs Viens donc chevaucher les grands rouleaux Et t'coincer la tête dans un étau Viens petite femme de St-Tropez Nous on fume la came par les cheminées Et si le bonheur n'est pas en retard Il arrive avec son gros cigare
Viens dans ce pays Viens voir où j'ai grandi Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort Sont tatoués sur mes bras comme tout ce décor Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Viens petite bourgeoise demoiselle Visiter la plage aux de Wendel Ici pour trouver l'Eldorado Il faut une shooteuse ou un marteau La vallée d'la Fensch ma chérie C'est l'Colorado en plus petit Y a moins de chevaux et de condors Mais ça fait quand même autant de morts Ma belle femelle de métal Je t'invite dans mon carnaval Ici la cadence c'est vraiment trop Ici y a pas d'place pour les manchots
Viens dans mon pays Viens voir où j'ai grandi Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort Sont tatoués sur mes bras comme tout ce décor Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Tu ne connais pas, mais t'imagines C'est vraiment magnifique une usine C'est plein de couleurs et plein de cris C'est plein d'étincelles surtout la nuit C'est vraiment dommage que les artistes Qui font le spectacle soient si tristes Autrefois y avait des rigolos Ils ont tous fini dans un lingot Le ciel a souvent des teintes étranges Le nom des patelins s'termine par ..ange C'est un vieux pays pas très connu Y a pas de touristes dans les rues
Viens dans mon pays Viens voir où j'ai grandi Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort Sont tatoués sur ma peau comme tout ce décor Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Viens petite sur au blanc manteau Viens c'est la ballade des copeaux Viens petite girl in red blue jean Viens c'est la descente au fond d'la mine Viens c'est la descente au fond d'la mine
The Bonnie Blue Flag Composer(s): Harry McCarthy Performer(s): Douglas Jimerson and multiple other artists
We are a band of brothers Native to the soil Fighting for the property We gained by honest toil And when our rights were threatened The cry rose near and far Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag That bears a single star!
Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights, Hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag That bears a single star!
As long as the Union Was faithful to her trust Like friends and brethren kind were we, and just But now, when Northern treachery Attempts our rights to mar We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag That bears a single star
First gallant South Carolina Nobly made the stand Then came Alabama And took her by the hand Next, quickly, Mississippi Georgia, and Florida All raised on high the Bonnie Blue flag That bears a single star
Ye men of valor gather round The banner of the right Texas and fair Louisiana Join us in the fight Davis, our loved President And Stephens statesmen are Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag That bears a single star
And here's to brave Virginia The Old Dominion State With the young Confederacy At length has linked her fate Impelled by her example Now other States prepare To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag That bears a single star
Then here's to our Confederacy Strong we are and brave Like patriots of old we'll fight Our heritage to save And rather than submit to shame To die we would prefer So cheer for the Bonnie Blue flag That bears a single star
Then cheer, boys, cheer Raise a joyous shout For Arkansas and North Carolina Now have both gone out And let another rousing cheer For Tennessee be given The single star of the Bonnie Blue Flag Has grown to be eleven!
Canned Music Composer(s): Dan Hicks Performer(s): Dan Hicks; Nick DeCaro
Canned music, canned music, playing on the radio Canned music, canned music, with out a doubt it doesn't go Favorites on the jukebox are only half the show when it's Canned music, canned music
A little before she left me, I asked her what it's all about She said I feel like dancin', She feel like stepping out I took her with the van, where the band was on the stand, playin' Live music live music
She got us on the dance floor, to me it was a sight I never seen my baby movin', like the moves she made on me that night I did not have a chance the way that music made me dance, it was ah Live music, live music
The rhythm was all around us, we was really steppin' out My baby said I'm livin' for this music, I asked her what it's all about She said I'm just a silly girl, this stuff has got me in a whirl It's just some live music, live music
And that was the night she left me, danced herself into my memory My baby had to leave me for the drummer, I guess I'll never solve that mystery I think I've learned my lesson just don't get too near the band when it's Live music, live music
A little before she left me, I asked her what it's all about She said she feel like dancin', she feel like steppin' out
Fennimores Lied Composer(s): Georg Kaiser; Kurt Weill Performer(s): Ute Lemper
Ich bin eine arme Verwandte und gehöre zu andern dazu Ach, wenn sich doch keiner um mich kümmern wollte! Doch das tuen Onkel und Tante und nichts freut sie, was ich auch tu' Das ist kein Leben, das ist nur verdruß den man, was soll denn werden, ertragen muß
Ich hab' einen Koffer voll Habe den schleppe ich überall hin Ach, wenn ich mich doch seiner entledigen könnte! Weil ich mir die Finger wund schabe und auch nicht die Kräftigste bin
Und nirgends will man mich behalten weil ich nirgends gern geseh'n bin Am liebsten möchte ich einfach weglaufen und mein bißchen Dasein verwalten nach meinem eigenen Sinn! Denn das ist kein Leben, das ist nur Verdruß den man, was soll denn werden, ertragen muß
Manchmal könnt' ich das träumen ich wäre gar nicht verwandt Und keiner dürfte mich holen und schicken ich müßte mich nicht mehr ducken und bücken ich drückte dem Nächsten freudig die Hand ich bin ja nicht mit ihm verwandt Ach, das wär ein Leben, das wär ein Genuß wenn man vergessen könnte, daß man verwandt sein muß
The Bombardier Song Composer(s): Lorenz Hart - Richard Rodgers Performer(s): Bing Crosby
The weather's fine for flying The fog has gone to bed There's such good visibility You can see victory ahead Let's fill the air with Eagles Let's fill the clouds with men And we will see a world that's free When we fly home again Said the bombardier to the pilot Well give us a little ride The pilot said to the navigator Why don't you slide inside The navigator he looked around and said to the engineer Ah your hands are dirty your pants are dirty you're dirty behind the ear Said the bombardier to the gunner well how are we fixed for lead The pilot said to the radioman how's the weather ahead Said the bombardier to the pilot Hand us that pretty crate 5 degrees to the right'll make it Just as sure as fate The ship belonged to the bombardier who opened his little bag He saw the target and locked the target and suddenly (bombs away) Said the bombardier to the pilot Call it a day, and then the pilot said to the radioman say we done it again The weather's fine for flying The fog has gone to bed There's such good visibility You can see victory ahead Let's fill the air with Eagles Let's fill the clouds with men And we shall see a world that's free When we fly home again Let's fill the air with Eagles Let's fill the clouds with men And we will see a world that's free When we fly home again
Canned Goods Composer(s): Greg Brown Performer(s): Greg Brown
Well let the wild winter wind bellow and blow I'm as warm as a July tomato There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin Supper ready, everybody come on in Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Grandma put it all in jars
Well there's a root cellar, fruit cellar down below Watch your head now, and down we go There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin Supper ready, everybody come on in Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Grandma put it all in jars
Well maybe you are weary and you don't give a damn I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin Supper ready, everybody come on in Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Grandma put it all in jars
Oh, she got magic in her, you know what I mean She puts the sun and rain in with her beans There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin Supper ready, everybody come on in Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Grandma put it all in jars
What with the snow and the economy and everything I think I'll just stay down here and eat until spring There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin Supper ready, everybody come on in Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Grandma put it all in jars
When I go down to see Grandma, I gain a lot a weight With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate She cans the pickles, sweet and dill And the songs of the whippoorwill And the morning dew and the evening moon I really gotta go down and see her soon Cause the canned goods that I buy at the store Ain't got the summer in 'em anymore You bet Grandma as sure as you're born I'll take some more potatoes and a thunder storm
There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin Supper ready, everybody come on in Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Grandma put it all in jars
Fenesta Che Lucive Composer(s): Guglielmo Cottrau; Giulio Genoino; Mariano Paolella Performer(s): Mario Lanza
Fenesta che lucive e mò non luci Sign' è ca Nenna mia stace ammalata S'affaccia la sorella e me lo dice Nennella toja è morta e s'è atterrata Chiagneva sempe ca dormeva sola, ah! Mò duorme co li muorte accompagnata! Mò duorme co li muorte accompagnata! Mò duorme co li muorte accompagnata!
Va nella chiesa e scuopre lo tavuto Vide Nennella toja comm' è tornata Da chella vocca che nasceano sciure Mò n'esceno li vierme, oh che piatate! Zi Parrocchiano mio, abbice cura Na lampa sempe tienece allumata Na lampa sempe tienece allumata Na lampa sempe tienece allumata
De Cirkel ((Adapted from: The Circle Game (Ian & Sylvia) - 1967)) Composer(s): Joni Mitchell - Raoul Van Bambost Performer(s): Miek en Roel - 1970
Vandaag nog lacht het kind luid om het wonder Van snelle waterjuffers in het riet 't schrikt nog voor de bliksem en de donder en 't schreit als het een staartster vallen ziet
Het kind wiegt weg en weer met de getijden 't wordt groter met het wassen van het meer Eens zullen zijn dromen hem bevrijden Van leugens en beloftes van weleer
De seizoenen vliegen weg en weer De houten paarden gaan op en neer Wij draaien op de molen van de tijd We tollen rond, kunnen niet terug Het heden vliegt voorbij Want het rad draait rond en rond In de eeuwigheid
Lente komt voor zomer,herfst voor winter Zestien jaren liepen 't kind voorbij Men zegt hem: neem je tijd,het duurt niet lang meer Voor jij het rad vertraagt en dan ben je vrij...
De seizoenen vliegen weg en weer De houten paarden gaan op en neer Wij draaien op de molen van de tijd We tollen rond, kunnen niet terug Het heden vliegt voorbij Want het rad draait rond en rond In de eeuwigheid
Jaren kwamen langs, mijn zoon is twintig Zijn dromen onherkenbaar door de tijd Morgen maakt hij nieuwe,misschien betere De toekomst heeft hem door haar spel verleid
De seizoenen vliegen weg en weer De houten paarden gaan op en neer Wij draaien op de molen van de tijd We tollen rond, kunnen niet terug Het heden vliegt voorbij Want het rad draait rond en rond In de eeuwigheid
La mort a pour moi le visage d'une enfant Au regard transparent Son corps habile au raffinement de l'amour Me prendras pour toujours Elle m'appelle par mon nom Quand soudain je perds la raison Est-ce un maléfice Ou l'effet subtil du cannabis? Elle m'appelle par mon nom Quand soudain je perds la raison Est-ce un maléfice Ou l'effet subtil du cannabis? La mort ouvrant sous moi ses jambes et ses bras S'est refermée sur moi Son corps m'arrache enfin les râles du plaisir Et mon dernier soupir
