Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Girl At The Ironing Board Composer(s): Harry Warren - Al Dubin Performer(s): Joan Blondell; Busby Berkeley; The Chorines
Many a poor little rich girl is sad Inside of a palace of gold She's never known all the dreams that I've had Her life is completely cold
But a girl who works in a laundry Has a dream lover all of her own A lover unseen, whose love she keeps clean With water and soap, and a washing machine Oh, she loves to launder his linen Ev'ry collar and shirt is adored And she loves all the stitches In his flannel britches The girl at the ironing board
Scrub and rub, rub and scrub We do the neighborhood washing Scrub and rub in a tub Rub-a-dub-dub, boop-a-doo!
Just a girl who works in a laundry Who's in love with a man of her dreams Her lover unseen, whose clothes she keeps clean With water and soap, and a washing machine When she sees a button is missing She'll replace it of her own accord As she fondles each sock She can love him by proxy The girl at the ironing board
I know a princess somewhere in this land Who leans o'er a washtub each day But o'er the washtub her daydreams are grand Even the soap-suds can't wash them away
But a girl who works in a laundry Has a dream lover all of her own A lover unseen, whose love she keeps clean With water and soap, and a washing machine Oh, she loves to launder his linen Ev'ry collar and shirt is adored And she loves all the stitches In his flannel britches The girl at the ironing board
Scrub and rub, rub and scrub We do the neighborhood washing Scrub and rub in a tub Rub-a-dub-dub, boop-a-doo!
Just a girl who works in a laundry Who's in love with a man of her dreams Her lover unseen, whose clothes she keeps clean With water and soap, and a washing machine When she sees a button is missing She'll replace it of her own accord As she fondles each sock She can love him by proxy The girl at the ironing board
I know a princess somewhere in this land Who leans o'er a washtub each day But o'er the washtub her daydreams are grand Even the soap-suds can't wash them away
Up in the steam clouds her dream man she sees A palace around her soon grows Mangles keep churning out love melodies Soap suds just smell like the pure eau-de-rose
Celebration
Composer(s): Ronald Bell - Eumir Deodato - James Taylor - Robert Bell -
Robert Mickens - Dennis Thomas - George Brown - Claydes Charles Smith
First release by: Kool & the Gang - 1980
Covered by multiple other artists
Yahoo! This is your celebration
Yahoo! This is your celebration
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
There's a party goin' on right here
A celebration to last throughout the years
So bring your good times, and your laughter too
We gonna celebrate your party with you
Come on now
Celebration
Let's all celebrate and have a good time
Celebration
We gonna celebrate and have a good time
It's time to come together
It's up to you, what's your pleasure
Everyone around the world
Come on!
Yahoo! It's a celebration
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration
Celebrate good times, come on!
Let's celebrate
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right
Baby ...
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
We're gonna have a good time tonight (Ce-le-bra-tion)
Let's celebrate, it's all right
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Come on and celebrate, good times, tonight (Celebrate good times, come on!)
'Cause everything's gonna be all right
Let's celebrate (Celebrate good times, come on)
(Let's celebrate) ...
Forbidden Games - 1963 (aka Romance Of Love - 2002) (Adapted from: Romance - 1934) Composer(s): Narciso Yepes; Marc Lanjean; B. Parker Performer(s): Miriam Makeba
Titles In Other Languages: 1969 - Le Souvenir 1970 - San Salvador 1975 - Quiero 1977 - Amour Défendu 1983 - Ton Prénom Dans Mon Coeur 2007 - Tu Nombre 2008 - La Ballade Des Jeux Interdits
Though it's forbidden for my arms to hold you And though it's forbidden, my tears must have told you That I hold you secretly each time we meet In these forbidden games that I play
Though it's forbidden in dim, quiet places To capture the rainbows my aching heart chases My bittersweet esctasies come to me here In these forbidden games that I play
Everyone knows you belong to another Spinning your magic for her and no other Still, I've been content to be part of this fantasy Part of this game that I play
Though it's forbidden and you'll love me never I'll keep my love hidden and love you forever Through countless eternities you will be mine In these forbidden games that I play
Everyone knows you belong to another Spinning your magic for her and no other Still, I've been content to be part of this fantasy Part of this game that I play
Though it's forbidden and you'll love me never I'll keep my love hidden and love you forever Through countless eternities you will be mine In these forbidden games that I play In these forbidden games that I play In these forbidden games that I play
The Gift You Are Composer(s): John Denver Performer(s): John Denver
Imagine a month of sundays Each one a cloudy day Imagine the moment the sun came shining through Imagine that ray of sunshine as you
Remember your darkest hour With dawn still far away Remember the way that you longed for mornings light And think of yourself as a candle in the night
Make believe this is the first day Everything all brand new Make believe that the sun is your own lucky star And then understand the kind of gift you are
The gift you are Like the very first breath of spring The gift you are All the joy that love can bring The gift you are All of our dreams come true The gift you are The gift of you
You are the promise of all the ages You are the prodigal son You are the vision of prophets and sages You are the only one
Dream of a bright tomorrow Know that your dream will come true Carry your dream in a sparkling crystal jar Then you will know the kind of gift you are
The gift you are Like the very first breath of spring The gift you are All the joy that love can bring The gift you are All of our dreams come true The gift you are The gift of you
The gift you are Like the very first breath of springtime The gift you are All the joy that love can bring The gift you are All of our dreams come true - yes they do The gift you are The gift of you The gift you are The gift of you
Celebrate Youth
Composer(s): Rick Springfield
Performer(s): Rick Springfield
I can see the older man Looking at the younger man I can see the younger man Looking at the boy Other there the older woman Is looking at the younger woman I can see the younger woman Looking at the girl
'Cause every man sees In the younger man the hope Every woman sees In the younger girl the dream Everybody lives The pride and passion of the young From the womb to the tomb we will remember what it means
So celebrate youth (celebrate) Those who have it (young ones) Celebrate youth (celebrate) Give them sight The future of the world's in the (celebrate) Hands of the children (young ones) So celebrate youth (celebrate) Teach them right
Look in a child's eye There's no hate and there's no lie There's no black and there's no white
I can see the older man And sometimes in the older man I still see the young boy Burning in his eye
And locked up here inside out spirit Is the child that we are hear it Some of us will always fear it And some will heed the cry
So celebrate youth (celebrate) Those who have it (young ones) Celebrate youth (celebrate) Give them sight The future of the world's in the (celebrate) Hands of the children (young ones) So celebrate youth (celebrate) Teach them right
For Your Precious Love Composer(s): Arthur Brooks; Richard Brooks; Jerry Butler Performer(s): Jerry Butler & The Impressions
Your precious love means more to me Than any love could ever be For when I wanted you I was so lonely and blue For Thats what love will do And darling, Im so surprised Oh, When I first realized That you were fooling me And darling, they say that our love wont grow But I just want to tell them they dont know For as long as youre in love with me Our love will grow wider Deeper than any sea And of all the things that I want In this whole wide world, is Just for you to say that youll be my girl Wanting you, Im so lonely and blue Thats what love will do
The Ghost Of Tom Joad Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1995 Covered by multiple other artists
Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks Goin' some place, there's no goin' back Highway Patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge
Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretchin' round the corner Welcome to the new world order Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest No home, no Job, no peace, no rest
The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
He pulls prayer book out of his sleepin' bag Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass Got a one way ticket to the promised land You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand sleeping on a pillow of solid rock Bathing in the city aqueduct
The highway is alive tonight Where it's headed everybody knows I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad
Now Tom Said: "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry new born baby cries Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air Look for me mom I'll be there Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a pIace to stand Or decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes mom you'll see me"
Well the highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad
Celebrate Composer(s): Garry Bonner - Alan Gordon First release by: Three Dog Night - 1969
Slippin' away, sittin' on a pillow Waitin' for night to fall A girl and a dream, sittin' on a pillow This is the night to go to the celebrity ball
Satin and lace, isn't it a pity Didn't find time to call Ready or not, gonna make it to the city This is the night to go to the celebrity ball
Dress up tonight, why be lonely? You'll stay at home and you'll be alone So why be lonely? Sittin' alone, sittin' on a pillow Waitin' to climb the walls Maybe tonight, depending how your dream goes She'll open her eyes when he goes to the celebrity ball
Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music Celebrate, celebrate, dance to the music
For Your Pleasure Composer(s): Bryan Ferry Performer(s): Roxy Music; Simple Minds
For your pleasure In our present state Part false part true Like anything We present ourselves The words we use tumble All over your shoulder Gravel hard and loose There all night lying With your dark horse hiding Abhorring such extremes
You´re rubbing shoulders With the stars at night Shining so bright Getting older But you´ll wake up soon And fight In the morning Things you worried about Last night Will seem lighter I hope things Will turn out right Old man Through every step a change You watch me walk away Tara tara....
The Ghost Of Love Composer(s): K. St. Lewis Performer(s): Tavares
The ghost of love keeps hauntin' me Although you're gone, I can't get free Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you) The ghost of love says, "Peek-a-boo" Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you) May all your nights be full of fright and all your days be blue
Ooh... ooh... ooh...
You went away, I met this girl Night and day she shared my world Just when I thought I had forgot That loving spell you weave so well
Suddenly that look comes on my face And I start starin' way out of space I know why the girl stopped comin' 'round The ghost of love has done run her out of town
The ghost of love keeps hauntin' me Although you're gone, I can't get free Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you) The ghost of love says, "Peek-a-boo" Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you) May all your nights be full of fright and all your days be blue
Ooh... ooh... ooh...
Your love has died, but mine won't rest This feelin' for you is jumpin' in my chest No one else can fill the bill I'll wait for your return and pray that you will
'Round about the midnight hour I start to feel your lovin' power Right away I'm tossin' in my sleep Daybreak finds me wrapped up in my sheets
The ghost of love (Ghost of love) Is haunting me {Is haunting me} (Haunting me)
The ghost of love (Ghost of love) keeps haunting me (Haunting me) Although you're gone (Although you're gone), I can't get free (Can't get free) Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you) The ghost of love (Ghost of love) says, "Peek-a-boo"
The ghost of love (Ghost of love) keeps haunting me (Haunting me) Although you're gone (Ghost of love), I can't get free Just when I think (When I think) I'm over you (I'm over you) The ghost of love (Ghost of love)
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you) May all your nights be full of fright Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you) And all your days be blue
The ghost of love {Ghost of love} (Ghost of love) Is haunting me (Hauntin' me) {Haunting me} [Haunting me], oh...
Can't get no sleep, wrapped up in my sheets Full Of fright every night That lovin' spell You weave so well
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you) May all your nights be full of fright Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you) And all your days be blue
The ghost of love {Ghost of love} (Ghost of love) Is haunting me (Is haunting me) {Haunting me} [Haunting me] {Haunting me}, hey...
The ghost of love is hauntin' me Although you're gone, I can't get free Just when I think I'm over The ghost of love says, "Peek-peek-a-boo"
Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you) Peek-a-boo (Peek-a-boo), I see you (I see you) Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
The ghost of love (Ghost of love) Is haunting me (Haunting me) {Haunting me}
Como una flor sobre el oscuro andén con su valija y su tapado azul Cecilia está clavada en su estupor sin entender que pasa alrededor Recién llegó, ha bajado del tren y qué distinto a su provincia es este gigante de piedra y metal Cecilia tiembla y casi va a llorar Y en su corazón se marchita el sol de aquella ilusión que la hizo viajar Y Cecilia irá por la gran ciudad un fantasma gris que quiere vivir Y buscará trabajo en una agencia de colocación será sirvienta en una casa de familia bien y tendrá un cuarto sin ventanas en una pensión Y alguna vez, cansada de tanto soñar hará pedazos su ilusión y venderá su amor Y colgará el pared la foto de un galán y nunca un beso enamorado rozará su piel y escribirá a su casa y les dirá que todo va bien Y alguna vez cansada de tanto soñar hará pedazos su ilusión y venderá su amor Cecilia...
For Your Love Composer(s): Graham Gouldman Performer(s): The Yardbirds
I'd give you everything and more and that's for sure I'd bring you diamond rings and things right to your door To thrill you with delight I'd bring you diamonds bright Everything that will excite Make you dream of me at night
For your love, for your love I would give you stars above
I'd give the stars if they were mine to give I'd give the moon every day that I live To thrill you with delight I'd bring you diamonds bright Everything that will excite Make you dream of me at night
For your love, for your love I would give you stars above
The Ghost Composer(s): Bob Welch Performer(s): Fleetwood Mac
Hold on Until the ghost appears That day is gonna last for years Strange wind, is gonna blow through town Lightnin' is gonna strike us down Blue hills, are lookin' good to me I go there, when I'm fast asleep Ghost town, and the desert wind Strange sounds, at the worlds end
And then the winds start to blow And the fire comes scorching down (yeah) And then the sky dissapears In the cloud with an awfull sound (yeah) And when you can't hold out Then you run to the underground
Just a blue star Hanging out in space Earth town is a lovely place Strange winds coming from the sky Lovers gotta say goodbye
And then the winds start to blow And the fire comes scorching down (yeah) And then the sky dissapears In the cloud with an awfull sound (yeah) And when you can't hold out Then you run to the underground
Look out before the ghost appears Look out before the ghost appears Strange winds
The Gentle Rain Composer(s): Luis Bofia Performer(s): Astrud Gilberto
We both are lost and alone in the world Walk with me in the gentle rain Don't be afraid, I've a hand for your hand And I will be your love for a while I feel your tears as they fall on my cheek They are warm like the gentle rain Come little one, you've got me in the world And our love will be sweet, very sweet
For Your Eyes Only Composer(s): Michael Leeson; Bill Conti Performer(s): Sheena Easton; and various other artists
For your eyes only, can see me through the night For your eyes only, I never need to hide You can see so much in me, so much in me that's new I never felt until I looked at you
For your eyes only, only for you You'll see what no one else can see And now I'm breaking free For your eyes only, only for you The love I know you need in me The fantasy you`ve freed in me Only for you, only for you
For your eyes only, the nights are never cold You really know me, that's all I need to know Maybe I`m an open book, because I know you're mine But you won't need to read between the lines
For your eyes only, only for you You see what no one else can see And now I'm breaking free For your eyes only, only for you The passions that collide in me The wild abandoned side of me Only for you, for your eyes only
'Twas on the Monday morning, the Gas man came to call The gas tap wouldn't turn - I wasn't getting gas at all He tore out all the skirting boards to try and find the main And I had to call the carpenterto put them back again Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do
'Twas on the Tuesday morning. the Carpenter came round He hammered, and he chiselled, and he said "Look what I've found Your joists are full of dry rot, but I'll put them all to rights" Then he nailed right through a cable and out went all the lights Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do
'Twas on the Wednesday morning the Electrician came He called me 'Mister Sanderson', which isn't quite my name He couldn't reach the fuse box without standing on the bin And his boot went thru a window, so I called a glazier in Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do
'Twas on the Thursday morning the Glazier came round With his blowtorch and his putty and his merry glazier sound He put another pane in - it took no time at all Then I had to get a painter in to come and paint the wall Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do
'Twas on the Friday morning the Painter made a start With undercoats, and overcoats, he painted every part Every nook and cranny, but I found when he had gone He'd painted over the gas tap, and I couldn't turn it on! Oh, it all makes work for the working men to do
On Saturday and Sunday they do no work at all So it was on the Monday morning that the Gas man came to call
O orvalho da noite Brinca na luz do luar Quem acredita em sereia Sabe os segredos do mar A cachoeira cantando É a canção natural Sempre lembrando prá gente Que amar nunca faz mal Teu amor é cebola cortada meu bem Que logo me faz chorar Teu amor é espinho de mandacarú Que gosta de me arranhar Teu olhar é cacimba barrenta meu bem Que eu gosto de espiá