Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Book Composer(s): Hans Gottwald - Paddy Roberts Performer(s): David Whitfield
There's a book that my mother gave me That I read when the long day is through And the stories of old In leaves edged with gold Guide me whatever I do For I know in its worn old pages I shall find peace of mind when I look And the wisdom of all the ages Is there in my mother's book
It's a book that my mother gave me That I read when the long day is through And the stories of old In leaves edged with gold Guide me whatever I do For I know in its worn old pages I shall find peace of mind when I look And the wisdom of all the ages Is there in my mother's book
Ferris Wheel Composer(s): Donovan Performer(s): Donovan; Lena Horne; Gabor Szabo
Walking in the seashore twilight It's then you spy carnival lights You slowly near the magic sight Tangerine sky minus one kite Take time an' tie your pretty hair The gypsy driver doesn't care If you catch your hair in the ferris wheel on top In the ferris wheel on top A silver bicycle you shall ride To bathe your mind in the quiet tide Far off as it seems your hair will mend With a Samson's strength to begin again Take time an' dry your pretty eyes Watch the seagull fly far-off skies To build its nest in the ferris wheel on top In the ferris wheel on top If ever I reach her And the moral here, if any, my friend Follow through your dream to the end Dig the seagull fly across the sky To build its nest in the ferris wheel In the ferris wheel
Opportunity Please Knock Composer(s): Oscar Brown Jr. Performer(s): Chris Connor and multiple other artists
The older I grow The older I grow With every tick of the clock While I wait for mister Opportunity to knock Opportunity, just knock! Opportunity, please knock!
You don't have to come Beatin' on no drum You don't have to bam Like a battering ram And beat down my door Because I couldn't stand the shock! Opportunity, just knock! Opportunity, please knock!
Don't come with a pash Or a lightnin' flash Don't land in my room With a thunderous boom Don't fly through my window Like a house brick or rock Opportunity, just knock! Opportunity, please knock!
Knock and then enter You'll be more than welcome here! Show me a chance that's just halfway fair And let me take it from there! Opportunity, please Opportunity, please knock!
There's a ship out at sea Comin' in for me I'm all set to go Knock and let me know And then get on your mock And I will race you to the dock! Opportunity, just knock! Opportunity, please knock!
Opportunity, just knock! Opportunity, just knock! Opportunity, please, please!
Can't Even Get The Blues No More
Composer(s): Thomas William Damphier - Rick Carnes
Performer(s): Reba McEntire
I walk into the kitchen The silverware is gone The furniture is missing I guess you got it all uh-huh This is where it ought to hurt Seems like every time you leave me You try to think of something worse
I can't even get the blues no more I try to worry like I did before And nothing happens when I walk the floor So what am I supposed to do I toss and turn but then I fall asleep I'm going under but it's not too deep You want to hurt me but it's just no use I can't even get the blues
Well this time ain't no different The sun's up in the sky Sitting on the back porch Clouds are rolling by Oh this is where it ought to rain But it doesn't really matter To me it's all about the same
I can't even get the blues no more I try to worry like I did before And nothing happens when I walk the floor So what am I supposed to do I toss and turn but then I fall asleep I'm going under but it's not too deep You want to hurt me but it's just no use I can't even get the blues (You try and hurt me)
I can't even get the blues no more I try to worry like I did before And nothing happens when I walk the floor So what am I supposed to do I toss and turn but then I fall asleep I'm going under but it's not too deep You want to hurt me but it's just no use I can't even get the blues
Fernando Composer(s): B. Tommy Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus Performer(s): ABBA; and various other artists
Can you hear the drums Fernando? I remember long ago another starry night like this In the firelight Fernando You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar I could hear the distant drums And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar They were closer now Fernando Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally I was so afraid Fernando We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die And I'm not ashamed to say The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry
There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though I never thought that we could lose There's no regret If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Fernando
Now we're old and grey Fernando And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand Can you hear the drums Fernando? Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande? I can see it in your eyes How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land
There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though I never thought that we could lose There's no regret If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Fernando
There was something in the air that night The stars were bright, Fernando They were shining there for you and me For liberty, Fernando Though I never thought that we could lose There's no regret If I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Fernando Yes, if I had to do the same again I would, my friend, Fernando...
Peace, Brother! Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen - Eddie De Lange Performer(s): Mildred Bailey; Benny Goodman
Peace brother, ain't you glad you're young and able? Peace brother, chicken's on the table Peace brother, trouble's just another fable So they say!
Peace brother, ain't you glad you're through with hoein'? Peace brother, cabin light's a-glowin' Peace brother, lover's waitin' and you're goin' Right that way!
Don't you get enough to eat? Don't need shoes for your big feet! Got a smile from ear to ear Don't let it disappear You can't be beat!
Peace brother, all your sins can be forgiven Peace brother, ain't you glad you're livin'? Peace brother, up to heaven you'll be driven On that judgment day!
Can't Cross Over (River Come Down) Composer(s): Irving Burgie Performer(s): Miriam Makeba and multiple other artists
The river come down The river come down River come down I can't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
I wanted to go down To the other side of town There was water all around And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
Well a gal she come by And I give she the eye So she started to sigh And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
The river come down The river come down River come down And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
Now bird he can fly Foggy jump high Fishes never die And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
A well I stole me a kiss I couldn't resist Just think what I'd a miss If I could have crossed over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
The river come down The river come down River come down And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
I had a curiosity Now I got a family Bouncing baby on my knee 'Cause I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
So when you see your neighbor daughter Better run for the water You'll do things you hadn't ought to If you can't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
The river come down The river come down River come down And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
Fernande Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Carla Bruni
Une manie de vieux garçon Moi j'ai pris l'habitude D'agrémenter ma sollitude Aux accents de cette chanson
{Refrain:} Quand je pense à Fernande Je bande, je bande Quand j' pense à Felicie Je bande aussi quand j' pense à Léonor Mon dieu je bande encore Mais quand j' pense à Lulu Là je ne bande plus La bandaison papa Ça n' se commande pas.
C'est cette mâle ritournelle Cette antienne virile Qui retentit dans la guérite De la vaillante sentinelle.
Afin de tromper son cafard De voir la vie moins terne Tout en veillant sur sa lanterne Chante ainsi le gardien de phare
Après la prière du soir Comme il est un peu triste Chante ainsi le séminariste A genoux sur son reposoire.
A l'Etoile où j'était venu Pour ranimer la flamme J'entendis émus jusqu'au larmes La voix du soldat inconnu.
Et je vais mettre un point final A ce chant salutaire En suggérant au solitaire D'en faire un hymme national
Ours Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Lena Horne and multiple other artists
The high gods above Look down and laugh at our love And say to themselves "How tawdry it's grown!" They've seen our cars In front of so many bars When we should have been under the stars Together but alone! Ours is the chance To make romance Our own!
Ours, the white Riviera under the moon Ours, a gondola gliding on a lagoon Ours, a temple serene by the green Arabian Sea Or maybe you'd rather be going out, buying gay Paree!
Ours, the silent sierras greeting the dawn Or a sun-spotted Devonshire lawn Dotted with flowers Mine the inclination Yours the inspiration Why don't we take a vacation And make it all ours?
Ours, the glitter of Broadway, Saturday night Ours, a box at the Garden watching a fight Ours, the mad, the brouhaha at the Plaza's Persian Room Or, if this fills you with gloom We can go and admire Grant's Tomb!
Ours, a home on the river facing the east Or in one of Park Avenue's least Frightening towers Oh, this champion chattin' Sounds to me like Latin! Why don't we stay in Manhattan And make it all Why don't we stay in Manhattan And make it all ours?
Can't Buy Me Love
((French Version: Je Ne Peux L'acheter (by Les Lionceaux) - 1964))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Can't buy me love, love Can't buy me love
I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright 'Cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
I'll give you all I got to give if you say you love me too I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so Can't buy me love, no no no, no
Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
Fernand Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest Performer(s): Jacques Brel; Patrick Bruel; Michel Jonasz; François Rauber
Dire que Fernand est mort Dire qu'il est mort Fernand Dire que je suis seul derrière Dire qu'il est seul devant Lui dans sa dernière bière Moi dans mon brouillard Lui dans son corbillard Moi dans mon désert Devant y a qu'un cheval blanc Derrière y a que moi qui pleure Dire qu' a même pas de vent Pour agiter mes fleurs Moi si j'étais l'Bon Dieu Je crois qu'j'aurais des remords Dire que maintenant il pleut Dire que Fernand est mort
Dire qu'on traverse Paris Dans le tout p'tit matin Dire qu'on traverse paris Et qu'on dirait Berlin Toi, toi, toi tu sais pas Tu dors mais c'est triste à mourir D'être obligé d'partir Quand Paris dort encore Moi je crève d'envie De réveiller des gens J't'inventerai une famille Juste pour ton enterrement Et puis si j'étais l'Bon Dieu Je crois que je ne serais pas fier Je sais on fait ce qu'on peut Mais il y a la manière
Tu sais je reviendrai Je reviendrai souvent Dans ce putain de champ Où tu dois te reposer L'été je ferai de l'ombre On boira du silence À la santé d'Constance Qui se fout bien d'ton ombre Et puis les adultes sont tellement cons Qu'ils nous feront bien une guerre Alors je viendrai pour de bon Dormir dans ton cimetière Et maintenant bon Dieu Tu as bien rigolé Et maintenant bon Dieu Et maintenant j'vais pleurer
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!
