Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Met Kerst Ben Ik Alleen ((Adapted from: The Day Before You Came (ABBA) - 1982)) Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus - André Hazes Performer(s): André Hazes - 1992
M'n ramen zijn beslagen, de verwarming staat op zes Een asbak vol met peuken en er staat een lege fles Nee, nooit had ik gedacht dat ik met kerst alleen zou zijn Geen kaart of brief kreeg ik, ja, van m'n baas kreeg ik alleen 'n flesje wijn Maar wat moet ik daar mee als jij vandaag niet bij me bent Allang wilde je weg maar hiervoor had je nooit 'n argument Ik wilde jou niet kwijt, vooral niet in 'n maand waarin je overal aan denkt Dat jij me nu alleen liet vind ik door en door gemeen Met kerst ben ik alleen
De telefoon blijft stil terwijl ik elk moment verwacht Dat jij me toch nog belt en mij dan vraagt waaraan ik dacht Dan antwoord ik direct dat ik alleen jouw beeld maar zie En een ding nog maar wil; wie het gewonnen heeft van mij, toe zeg me wie Ik ga maar vroeg naar bed en leg een foto naast me neer Ik hoop dan dat ik droom, dat jij me zegt "hier ben ik weer" Nee, nooit had ik gedacht dat ik dit nog eens mee zou maken, wat deed ik verkeerd Je weet, ik ben niet hard en zeker niet van steen Met kerst ben ik alleen
Ik had geen tijd om boos te zijn want alles ging zo vlug Ik kan je ook niet haten, nee, 't liefst heb ik je terug De kerstboom staat op zolder, 'k zet 'm morgen voor de deur Voor 't eerst brandt er geen kaars met kerst, ik denk dat ik de slingers maar verscheur Ik ga maar vroeg naar bed en leg een foto naast me neer Ik hoop dat ik dan droom, dat jij me zegt "hier ben ik weer" Nee, nooit had ik gedacht dat ik dit nog eens mee zou maken, wat deed ik verkeerd Je weet, ik ben niet hard en zeker niet van steen Met kerst ben ik alleen Nee, nooit had ik gedacht dat ik dit nog eens mee zou maken, wat deed ik verkeerd Je weet, ik ben niet hard en zeker niet van steen Met kerst ben ik alleen Ooo, met kerst ben ik alleen, met kerst ben ik alleen
Carlene Your eyes have told me All that I need to know I din't need a new friend Just to tell me so Oh no Carlene Your lips remind me That I'm falling again And in the game of love I never can win
Carlene Your words are a prison But I don't want out Every time I go to walk out that door I find myself coming back for more
Carlene Girl what you do to me Carlene I really love you Babe Carlene Oh you cut right through me Carlene
Carlene My senses tell me I can't leave you alone This is the geatest love I think I've ever known Every night Carlene A fire's burning Down inside of me A meltdown reaction of the third degree
Carlene Your words they tempt me But I want it that way Every time I walk out the door I find myself coming back for more
Carlene Girl what you do to me Carlene I really love you Babe Carlene Oh you cut right through me Carlene
Carlene Your words are a prison... Oh I wonder if I'll ever get enough of you
Carlene Girl what you do to me Carlene I really love you Babe Carlene Oh you cut right through me Carlene
Five Guns West Composer(s): Adam Ant; Marco Pirroni Performer(s): Adam & The Ants
Ladies can be captains and ladies can be chiefs just like glorious Amazons, Ann Bonny, Mary Read ladies can be captains and ladies can be chiefs this stuff I'm talking buddy-bob don't give me any grief 5 Guns West I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna take a whirl with a big tough girl I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna spend my life with a big tough wife a woman's wrath hath no man, and this all men must fear these were ladies from hell, carving crimson careers ladies can be captains and ladies can be chiefs this stuff I'm talking buddy-bob don't give me any grief 5 Guns West I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna spend my day in a big tough way I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna take a whirl with a big tough girl 5 Guns West I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna spend my life with a big tough wife I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna take a whirl with a big tough girl Im' a big tough man and my name is Stan gonna take a ride with my big tough bride I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna spend my day in a big tough way
The Day America Cried Composer(s): Jim Peterik - Johnny Van Zant Performer(s): Jim Peterik; Johnny Van Zant
And now we stand as one As flags are raised to hail our heroes And now the healing starts We join our hearts to remember all who have died The Day America Cried
In the shadow of the Statue of Liberty In the torch light of the land of the free Lies the burning wreckage of our Fathers' dream And the souls who've paid with their lives A nation saw evil in September skies By some faceless coward who'll soon pay the price For challenging the towers of American pride The Day America Cried Why, why, why, oh why
And now we stand as one As flags are raised to hail our heroes And now the healing starts We join our hearts to remember all who have died The Day America Cried
Now as a calm falls on the skyline Now as the smoke reveals the sun Still the fires burn in our memory This date is etched forever, nine-one-one At the alter of the chapel of liberty We light a candle for eternity And pray that history will never repeat The Day America Cried
À Huit heures Je quitte ma demeure Sans Penser Moi je pars travailler Le Bureau S'emplit de dactylos Je Suis là Mais mon cur n'y est pas Et je commence à rêver Perdu dans mes pensées Je suis parti retrouver Carla ma bien-aimée Car mon obsession Liée à son nom M'oblige à penser À elle, à l'aimer Carla est son nom Et il correspond À l'amour entier Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver
Ouh, Carla Il faut que je te vois Hum, Carla Toi, tu me comprendras Oh Carla Oh, pardon, oui, oui je suis là Vous Disiez chef? Oui, les dossiers sont classés Votre cigare sent mauvais Votre allure me déplaît Et laissez moi retrouver Carla ma bien-aimée Oh Car mon obsession Liée à son nom M'oblige à penser À elle, à l'aimer Carla est son nom Et il correspond À l'amour entier Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver
Five Foot Two, Eyes Of Blue Composer(s): Percy Wenrich; Jack Mahoney; Ray Henderson; Samuel M. Lewis; Joseph Widow Young Performer(s): Tommy & Jimmy Dorsey & Red Nichols; and various other artists
Five foot two, eyes of blue But oh, what those five foot could do Has anybody seen my girl? Turned up nose, turned down hose All dressed up in fancy clothes Has anybody seen my girl? Now if you run into a five foot two Covered in fur Diamond rings and all those things Bet-cha life it isn't her But could she love, could she woo? Could she, could she, could she coo? Has anybody seen my girl?
Five foot two, eyes of blue But oh, what those five foot could do Has anybody seen my girl? Turned up nose, turned down hose All dressed up in fancy clothes Has anybody seen my girl? Now if you run into a five foot two Covered in fur Diamond rings and all those things Bet-cha life it isn't her But could she love, could she woo? Could she, could she, could she coo? Has anybody seen my... Has anybody seen my... Has anybody seen my girl?
Carito
Composer(s): León Gieco - Antonio Tarrago Ros
Performer(s): León Gieco; Pablo Milanés
Sentado solo en un banco en la ciudad con tu mirada recordando el litoral tu suerte quiso estar partida mitad verdad mitad mentira como esperanza de los pobres prometida
Andando solo bajo la llovizna gris fingiendo duro que tu vida fue de aqui por que cambiaste un mar de gente por donde gobierna la flor mira que el rio nunca regalo el color
Carito suelta tu pena se haga diamante tu lagrima entre mis cuerdas Carito suelta tu piedra para volar como el zorzal en primavera
Armonica
En Bs.As. los zapatos son modernos pero no lucen como en la plaza de un pueblo deja que tu luz chiquitita le hable en secreto a la cancion para que te ilumine un poco mas el sol
Cualquier semilla cuando es planta quiere ver la misma estrella de aquel atardecer Que la salvo del pico agudo refugiandola al oscuro de la gaviota arrasadora de los surcos
Carito yo soy tu amigo me ofrezco arbol para tu nido Carito suelta tu canto que el abanico en mi acordeon lo esta esperando
Five Feet High And Rising Composer(s): Johnny Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash; Jason Edwards; Ruby Jane; Stars at Studio 99
My mama always taught me that good things come from adversity if we put our faith in the Lord We couldn't see much good in the flood waters when they were causing us to have to leave home But when the water went down we found that it had washed a load of rich black bottom dirt across our land The following year we had the best cotton crop we'd ever had
I remember hearing
How high's the water, mama? Two feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Two feet high and risin'
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat That's the only thing we got left that'll float It's already over all the wheat and the oats Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama? Three feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Three feet high and risin'
Well, the hives are gone I've lost my bees The chickens are sleepin' In the willow trees Cow's in water up past her knees Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama? Four feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Four feet high and risin'
Hey, come look through the window pane The bus is comin', gonna take us to the train Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain 4 feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama? Five feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Five feet high and risin'
Well, the rails are washed out north of town We gotta head for higher ground We can't come back till the water comes down Five feet high and risin'
The Darktown Poker Club Composer(s): Bert Williams - William Vodery Performer(s): Phil Harris; Bert Williams
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub Who joined the Darktown Poker Club But cursed the day he told them he would join His money used to go like it had wings If he held queens, someone had kings And each night he would contribute all his coin Then he said Im gonna play em tight tonight He said therell be no bobtail flushes make me bite Cause when I gets in them my hands will be a peach And he played them tight but lost his pile And Bill got peevish after a while So he rose, looked all around, and made this speech
He said you all see this brand new razor I had it sharpened just today Now Im coming in there with my rules That you must follow when you play Now keep your big bony hands on the table While you dealing, please And dont be slippin them aces down there Er, in between your knees And dont be makin all them funny signs Like you tryin to tip off your hand Just talk in American, boy, American Sos I can understand And dont be dealin off the bottom Because ooh thats rough Take five, five, then stop, thats enough Now when you bet put up the chips Because I dont like it when you shy Then if you get busted go on out and get some Im gonna be here by and by
Pass them cards for me to shuffle Every time before you deals Then if anythings wrong, I must see Cause I mean, you always aint no, er Keep playin that game according to Mr. Hoyle You all play this game accordin to me
Now sittin right there in that there clan There chanced to be a one-eyed man And Bill kept watchin him out the corner of his eye When ole one-eye would deal and then Would cost that Bill another five or ten Bill got up again, looked all around him with a sigh He said, Lord, this is an awful shame He said, There someone cheatin in this ere game He said, o course, er, It aint gonna do for me to name the guy So Ill refrain from mentioning the partys name If I catch him cheatin just once again Im gonna take my fist and close that other eye
Now you see this brand new razor I had it sharpened just today Im comin in there with my own rules That you must follow when you play Hey kid, keep your hands up there While youre givin them out, please Stop puttin them wildies Down there tween your knees Stop makin all them funny signs Like youre tryin to tip off your hand Keep talkin in American, big AAA Thats what I can understand And dont be getting them off the bottom Because I keep tryin to tell you its rough This an army game, five, five, halt, thats enough Now when you bet let me see the reds and blues Cause I dont like it when you shy Then if you run out of gas, go get pumped up Im gonna be here by and by
Pass them pasteboards for me to shuffle Every time before you deal, let me ripple Anything wrong, I wanna see I mean, you always aint gonna keep playin the game now According to that Mr. Hoyle You all gonna play this game according to me Henry, if you break the seal on that new deck of bicycles Well go on from there, yeah Yeah yeah yeah
Five Easy Pisseuses Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
De mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six Ouais pour toi Samantha j'ai balancé mes cinq ex Tes petites socks Me mettent en erex Elles sont si sex- Y de mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six Un dancing avec des synthés où suintait un sax Tes petites socks Me mettent en erex J'sens ça si sex
De mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six C'était la plus noire de peau, de loin la plus lascive Ses petites socks blanches Me mettent en erex Jusqu'à l'intox De mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six Premier contact, dans son dos mon ongle dessine un x Ses petites socks Me mettent en erex J'oublie mes ex
De mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six Je sais pourtant que Samantha a des délires annexes Ses petites socks Me mettent en erex Elle me suck De mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six J'les avais limées limées limite jusqu'à l'intox Ses petites socks Me mettent en erex Et je la fuck
The Dangling Conversation Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
It's a still life water color Of a now late afternoon As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we've lost Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm Couplets out of rhyme In syncopated time Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matter With words that must be said "Can analysis be worthwhile?" "Is the theater really dead?" And how the room is softly faded And I only kiss your shadow I cannot feel your hand You're a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives
Cariño De Siempre Composer(s): Gilberto Saucillo Performer(s): Javier Solís
Cariño de siempre te ofrezco sincero hoy que quiso el cielo darme la fortuna de volverte a ver El tiempo ha pasado y yo soy el mismo vivo enamorado del dulce recuerdo de tu querer
Nunca habrá reproches que empañen la dicha la dicha sublime de sentirte mía por segunda vez Cariño de siempre hoy vengo a pedirte y con toda el alma cariño de siempre espero de ti
Nunca habrá reproches que empañen la dicha la dicha sublime de sentirte mía por segunda vez Cariño de siempre hoy vengo a pedirte y con toda el alma cariño de siempre espero de ti
Five Days, Five Days Composer(s): Freddy Franks; Jack Rhodes; Billy Willey Performer(s): Gene Vincent; Robert Gordon; Jimmy Johnson
(One day, two days, three, four, five) A-that's how long that she's been gone And that's how long I've cried Five days, five days Since you walked out the door Won't you please come home I couldn't stand five more
Well the first day after she left me I laughed and told my friends That she'd be back before The sun is settin' low again Five days, five days Since you walked out the door Won't you please come home I couldn't stand five more
Well, the second day after she left me I started to have my doubts I wondered if she was comin' back or Really had checked out Five days, five days Since you walked out the door Won't you please come home I couldn't stand five more (One, two, three, four, five days more)
Well, the third day after she left me I started to watch the door Before the day was over I began to walk the floor Five days, five days Since you walked out the door Won't you please come home I couldn't stand five more
Well the fourth day after she left me I really began to sweat She should have been back days ago But she ain't got back yet Five days, five days Since you walked out the door Won't you please come home I couldn't stand five more (One, two, three, four, five days more)
The Dance At The Gym Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein - Stephen Sondheim Performer(s): The Jets; Johnny Mathis
The Gym - 10:00 p.m. (By the time the mambo music starts the Jets and sharks are each on their own side of the hall At the climax of the dance, Tony and Bernardo's sister, Maria, see one another as a delicate cha-cha-cha, they slowly walk forward to meet each other)
Meeting Scene
Tony: You're not thinking I'm someone else?
Maria: I know you are not
Tony: Or that we have met before?
Maria: I know we have not
Tony: I felt I knew something-never-before was going to happen, had to happen But this is...
Maria (interrupting): My hands are so cold (He takes them in his) Yours too (He moves her hands to his face) So warm (She moves his hands to her face)
Tony: Yours, too...
Maria: But of course They are the same
Tony: It's so much to believe You're not joking me?
Maria: I have not yet learned how to joke that way I think how I never will
Jump (Bernardo is upon them in an icy rage Chino, whom Bernardo has brought Maria from Puerto Rico to marry, takes her home Riff wants Bernardo for "War Council" they agree to meet in hall an hour at Doc's drugstore)
Caribbean Queen (No More Love On The Run) Composer(s): Billy Ocean - Keith Diamond First release by: Billy Ocean - 1984 Covered by multiple other artists
She dashed by me in painted on jeans And all heads turned 'cause she was the dream In the blink of an eye I knew her number and her name yeah Ah she said I was the tiger she wanted to tame
Caribbean queen Now we're sharing the same dream And our hearts they beat as one No more love on the run
I lose my cool when she steps in the room And I get so excited just from her perfume Electric eyes that you can't ignore And passion burns you like never before
I was in search of a good time Just running my game Love was the furthest Furthest from my mind
Caribbean queen Now we're sharing the same dream And our hearts they beat as one No more love on the run
Caribbean queen Now we're sharing the same dream And our hearts they beat as one No more love on the run
Caribbean queen Now we're sharing the same dream And our hearts they beat as one No more love on the run
The Damned Composer(s): Rod Swenson Performer(s): Plasmatics; The Coup de Grace
Black visions from the satellite sky deaf ears hear not their cries fat jackals howl at the moon flies buzzing playing death's tune night ends but the sun it don't rise tombs open and the dead they will rise black market buys your soul real cheap no escaping what you sow you will reap prisoners of the damned find another land planet of the lost land of fire and frost prisoners of the dead fear the unknown dread tidal waves at sea set the serpents free coup d'état on a global scale opposition locked up in jail domination the goons are the boss human race nailed to a cross
Caribbean
Composer(s): Mitchell Torok
Performer(s): Mitchell Torok
and multiple other artists
Oh, have you ever been down to Haiti When the summer sun was sinkin' low There's nothin' but romance just everwhere you glance And the native hearts are all aglow But when the Cuban Queen comes upon the scene They all stare like a statue out of stone And when they realize what's before their eyes The other girls are left all alone
Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm But from miles away you can see her sway To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms
Up in a tree so high, way up in the sky Sits a wide eyed monkey on a limb He wonders why the people go to so much trouble Just to try and be like him He doesn't understand that it's a lady's hand That makes a heart feel so sublime But before too long he starts to sing the song And then he gets in the Conga line
Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm But from miles away you can see her sway To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms
Columbus searched for spices But he missed the nicest part of the Caribbean He didn't see the charms and the open arms It was the gold that he was seein' But I'm glad he missed the sweetest thing I've kissed 'Cause we're on our honeymoon I'm so sorry Chris to talk about you like this But you were five hundred years too soon
Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm But from miles away you can see her sway To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms
