Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Charley, My Boy
Composer(s): Ted Fiorito - Gus Kahn
Performer(s): Eddie Cantor
and multiple other artists
Charley is an ordinary fellow To most everyone but FLo, his Flo She's convinced that Charley Is a very extraordinary beau, some beau And everything in the dim light She has a way of putting him right
Charley by boy, oh Charley my boy You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy You've got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance Whole pages and ages of love and romance They tell me that Romeo was some lover too But boy he should have taken lessons from you You seem to start where others get through Oh Charley, my boy
Charley, my boy, oh Charley, my boy You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy You've got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance Whole pages and ages of love and romance They tell me that Romeo was some lover too But boy he should have taken lessons from you You seem to start where others get through Oh Charley, my boy
And when we dance, I read in your glance Just oodles and noodles of love and romance I have a millionarie proposing to me I think I'll marry him, though he's eighty-three Think what wealthy widow I'll be Oh Charley, my boy
Furry Sings The Blues Composer(s): Joni Mitchell Performer(s): Joni Mitchell; The Band; Ian Shaw; Holly Shelton
Old Beale Street is coming down Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to the good old bands And the click of high heeled shoes Old Furry sings the blues Propped up in his bed With his dentures and his leg removed And Ginny's there For her kindness and Furry's beer She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy Blue and silver sparkling drums Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns Aimed at the hot blood of being no one Down and out in Memphis Tennessee Old Furry sings the blues You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel But there was one song he played I could really feel
There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy The old girl's silent across the street She's silent - waiting for the wrecker's beat Silent - staring ar her stolen name Diamond boys and satin dolls Bourbon laughter- ghosts - history falls To parking lots and shopping malls As they tear down old Beale Street Old Furry sings the blues He points a bony finger at you and "I don't like you" Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke But it's true We're only welcome for our drink and smoke
W.C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fay And I'm not familiar with what you played But I get such strong impressions of your hey day Looking up and down old Beale Street Ghosts of the darktown society Come right out of the bricks at me Like it's a Saturday night They're in their finery Dancing it up and making deals Furry sings the blues Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true Fallen to hard luck And time and other thieves While our limo is shining on his shanty street Old Furry sings the blues
The Lion's Share Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Grand slam Your moment's at hand The day holds a costly bargain Lost lamb Asking the lion's share Homespun A prodigal son Comes begging a humble pardon But no one Rises to hear his prayer... Lone star You've wandered so far And long in the unfamiliar That now you Travel a map unknown Starbright A constant delight To those in the dark And still your Birthright's To shine in the night -- alone Living in the shadows Of the things that might have been Torn between the blessing and the curse You may stop the hunger But you'll never slake the thirst For the nectar you remember But you'll never taste again... Nonesuch Your Midas' touch Has gilded your heart And left you So much Playing the prince of clowns Hell-bent Empty and spent Just look what your gamble's got you Exile Far from the sacred grounds... Living in the shadows Of the things that might have been Torn between the blessing and the curse You may stop the hunger But you'll never slake the thirst For the nectar you remember But you'll never taste again Grand slam Your moment's at hand The day holds a costly bargain Lost lamb Asking the lion's share
Charleston Des Déménageurs De Piano
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Alain Goraguer et son Orch.
C'est nous les déménageurs de pianos Des Steinway, des Pleyel et des Gaveau Du tintement des pourboires économiques Nous on connaît la musique Pour ce qui est du reste ça c'est pas nos oignons Artistes, nous on ne l'est pas pour deux ronds Quand la musique vous a brisé les reins Y a pas de charleston qui tient
Pour nous prendre aux tripes Faut se lever de bonne heure Dire qu'il y a des types Qui sur c't'engin d'malheur Arrivent à faire croire à tous les ballots Que la vie c'est comme au piano
D'l'amour ils en font tout un cinéma À les écouter, de vrai, y aurait que ça Qu'est-ce qui resterait pour les déménageurs Qu'en ont des tonnes sur le cur Il nous resterait qu'à nous noircir sur le zinc Mais là encore faut se farcir le bastringue Il se trouve toujours parmi nous un tocard Pour y glisser ses pourboires
Pour tous les faire taire Y a vraiment qu'une façon Les envoyer faire Un p'tit tour au charbon Sur le piano massacre d'la réalité Ils toucheraient du doigt la purée
C'est nous les déménageurs de pianos Des Steinway, des Pleyel et des Gaveau Du tintement des pourboires économiques Nous on connaît la musique Au fond, à quoi qu'ça sert de discuter Comme l'a dit l'autre "à chacun son métier" Tirer sur l'pianiste c'est pas not' boulot Nous on tire sur le piano Nous on tire sur le piano
Funny Little Man Composer(s): James Seals; Dash Crofts Performer(s): Seals & Crofts
See the funny little man
huffing and puffing and digging the sand In his search for something to build, perhaps a church on the side of a hill Little does he know that he's working in vain When rain comes the hill will come sliding down and will not hold
See the funny little man, running and hiding and flailing his hands Asking himself what could have gone wrong, for he has worked hard the whole day long
See the funny little man, small in his size when compared to the land When will he grow up, can time wait until The funny little man can see beyond the hill
Mbube Composer(s): Solomon Linda First release by: Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds - 1939 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers) 1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens) 1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers) 1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador) 1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)
(Lead vocal repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) Uyimbube Uyimbube Mama We
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) He! He! He! He! Uyimbube Mama
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) We We We We We We Uyimbube Uyimbube
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another three repeats of the chorus above) Kusukela Kudala Kuloku Kuthiwa Uyimbube Uyimbube Mama
(Some of the choruses above are then repeated)
Every Morning You Bring Us Good Luck Yes! Good Luck
Lion You're A Lion You're A Lion You're A Lion (repeat 2 times)
(lead vocal repeats the following against an additional two repeats of the chorus above) You're A Lion You're A Lion, Mama!
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! You're A Lion, Mama
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh You're A Lion You're A Lion
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another three repeats of the chorus above) Long, Long Ago People Used To Say You're A Lion You're A Lion, Mama
Charleston Alley
Composer(s): Horace Henderson - Jon Hendricks - Leroy Kirkland
Performer(s): Lambert, Hendricks & Ross
and multiple other artists
On the avenue, you may be havin' you a solid ball, but it ain't no ball at all compared to the kicks when you dally in Charleston Alley
Maybe it don't look so hot, but believe me, it's the spot where you can sure let your hair down Everything's right And you can boogy all night
Say, man Charleston Alley is the play, man you can rally every cool cat on the avenue And they'll say it's true, if you're feelin' blue, this is the place for you
No goof and that's the truth
I dig Charleston Alley, and I'm here t' tell ya pally It's a place where life is real I'm tellin' you I never found a better deal We know just how you feel
Ribs and pigs feet, the tastiest meat that you ever did eat And a good piano player- a plinkin' an plunkin' an playin' them blues I doubt if you'll ever be gayer
We know- (Tell us about what you know) Where to play- (Tell us about where to go) And we'll show- (You don't know what time it takes) You the way (Lookin' for what shakes)
Well let me tell you that if you've come to dally Dig this crazy alley And we know it's where you're goin' to move And this is not an idle boast
Of all the many crazy alleys that we've went- Hilltop, O'Mally's None a' them could quite compare with red hot Charleston Alley When you're rockin' and you're rollin' to the rythym of the solid beat You're gonna have t' stomp your feet And you're sure to hang around Wiggin' an' diggin' the sounds
So dig this vocal travelogue that we're singin' everyone 'bout that circle by the dark sun Charleston Alley is the place to be
We get our kicks from hicks who hurry and take in the great white way We'll pick the Alley any day Charleston Alley is the place for me
Better get up if you're takin' a trip take a tip
On the avenue, you may be havin' you a solid ball, but it ain't no ball at all compared to the kicks you get from Charleston Alley If you should make the trip I'm pretty sure you'ld really flip So let your cares be, and baby make it down with me... to Charleston Alley
Funny How Time Slips Away
Composer(s): Willie Nelson
First release by: Billy Walker - July 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Well hello there
It's been a long long time
How am I doing?
Oh well, I guess I'm doing fine
It's been so long now and it seems that
It was only yesterday
Ain't it funny how time slips away?
How's your new love
I hope that he's doing fine
Heard you told him
That you'd love him till the end of time
Well you know, that's the same thing
That you told me
Well it seems like just the other day
Ain't it funny how time slips away
Gotta go now
Guess I'll see you hanging round
Don't know when though
Never know when I'll be back in town
But remember what I told you
That in time your gonna pay
Well it's surprisin' how time slips away
Yeah, ain't it surprisin' how time slips away
Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir ((Adapted from: Mbube (Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds) - 1939)) Composer(s): Solomon Linda - Henri Salvador Performer(s): Henri Salvador - 1962
Versions In Other Languages: 1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers) 1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens) 1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers) 1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)
Dans la jungle, terrible jungle Le lion est mort ce soir Et les hommes tranquille s'endorment Le lion est mort ce soir Tout est sage dans le village Le lion est mort ce soir Plus de rage, plus de carnage Le lion est mort ce soir L'indomptable, le redoutable Le lion est mort ce soir Viens ma belle, viens ma gazelle Le lion est mort ce soir Dans la jungle, terrible jungle Le lion est mort ce soir Dans la jungle, terrible jungle Le lion est mort ce soir
Slaap je al ik wilde nog wat kwijt Ik maak je even wakker tot mijn spijt Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou, en dat meen ik Want alleen is maar alleen
rook met mij een sigaret Blijf jij maar liggen in je bed Wat ik zeggen wil is kort, maar ik meen het
Ik ben zo blij dat jij hier bent Ik was jaren vrijgezel Zat dan alleen in een hotel Want ik wist niet wat het was om verliefd te zijn Wat moet ik nu zonder jou beginnen?
Kus me en zeg dat je van me houdt Ik wilde zilver maar ik heb nu goud Als jij naar mij kijkt word ik al week, oh ik meen het Wat moet ik nu nog zonder jou?
Je ogen zeggen zoveel tegen mij Als jij ze opent maak je mij zo blij Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou en dat meen ik Oh, wat moet ik zonder jou?
rook met mij een sigaret Blijf maar liggen in je bed Wat ik zegge wil is kort maar ik meen het ik ben zo blij dat jij hier bent
Je ogen zeggen zoveel tegen mij Als jij ze opent maak je mij zo blij Ik moet je zeggen dat ik van je hou en dat meen ik Oh, wat moet ik zonder jou? La la la la la la la la la ....... (2x)
Announcer: For her first number, Miss Roxie Hart would like to sing a song of love and devotion dedicated to her dear husband Amos
Roxie: Sometimes I'm right Sometimes I'm wrong But he doesn't care He'll string along He loves me so That funny honey of mine!
Sometimes I'm down Sometimes I'm up But he follows 'round Like some droopy-eyed pup He loves me so That funny honey of mine!
He ain't no sheik That's no great physique Lord knows he ain't got the smarts
Oh, but look at that soul I tell you, that whole Is a whole lot greater Than the sum of his parts
And if you knew him like me I know you'd agree What if the world Slander my name? Why, he'd be right there Taking the blame
He loves me so And it all suits me fine That funny, sunny, honey Hubby of mine!
Amos: A man's got the right to protect his home and his loved ones, right? Fogarty: Of course, he has! Amos: Well, I come in from the garage, Officer, and I see him coming through the window With my wife Roxanne there, sleepin'... Like an angel...
Roxie: Amos: He loves me so ...an angel! That funny honey of mine!
Amos: I mean supposin', just supposin', he had violated her or somethin'...you know what I mean...violated?
Fogarty: I know what you mean...
Amos: ...or somethin' Think how terrible that would have been It's a good thing I came home from work on time, I'm tellin' ya that! I say I'm tellin' ya that!
Roxie: He loves me so That funny honey of mine!
Fogarty: Name of deceased... Fred Casely
Amos: Fred Casely How could he be a burglar? My wife knows him! He sold us our furniture!
Roxie: Lord knows he ain't got the smarts
Amos: She lied to me She told me he was a burglar
Fogarty: You mean he was dead when you got home?
Amos: She had him covered with a sheet and she's givin' me that cock and a bull story about this burglar, and I ought to say I did it 'cause I was sure to get off Burglar, huh!
Roxie: Amos: Now, he shot off his trap And I believed her! That cheap little tramp So, she I can't stand that sap was two-timing me, huh? Well, then, she can just swing for all I care Look at him go Boy, I'm down at the garage Rattin' on me working my butt off fourteen With just one more brain hours a day and she's up there What half-wit he'd be munchin' on God-damn bon-bons and jazzing This time she If they string me up pushed me too far I'll know who That little chiseler Brought the twine Boy, what a sap I was!
That scummy, crummy Dummy hubby of mine
Announcer: And now the six merry murderesses of the Cook County Jail in their rendition of the "Cell Block Tango"
Wimoweh ((aka The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens) - 1961)) ((Adapted from: Mbube (Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds) - 1939)) Composer(s): Solomon Linda - Hugo E. Peretti - Luigi Creatore - George David Weiss Performer(s): The Weavers - 1952 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers) 1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador) 1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)
(A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh) (A-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh, a-weema-weh) In the jungle, the mighty jungle The lion sleeps tonight In the jungle the quiet jungle The lion sleeps tonight Near the village the peaceful village The lion sleeps tonight Near the village the quiet village The lion sleeps tonight Hush my darling don't fear my darling The lion sleeps tonight Hush my darling don't fear my darling The lion sleeps tonight
Funny Funny Composer(s): Mike Chapman; Nicky Chinn Performer(s): Sweet
Tell me is it really true This feelin' that I feel for you Your own kind of lovin' That makes me think Nothing could ever take the place of you
And it's so funny funny What you do, honey, honey What you do, what you mean to me And you know, honey, honey Though it's so funny funny That you mean all the world to me
Ever since you came my way I knew it was my lucky day The sun started shinin' When you started smiling And I know it's gonna stay that way
And it's so funny funny What you do, honey, honey What you do, what you mean to me And you know, honey, honey Though it's so funny funny That you mean all the world to me
Can't imagine lovin' anyone but you (Honey honey, so funny funny) Every minute lovin' everything you do (Honey honey, so funny funny) Couldn't see my way without you Now I gotta tell the world about you
Tell me is it really true This feelin' that I feel for you Your own kind of lovin' That makes me think Nothing could ever take the place of you
And it's so funny funny What you do, honey, honey What you do, what you mean to me And you know, honey, honey Though it's so funny funny That you mean all the world to me
Versions In Other Languages: 1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers) 1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens) 1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers) 1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador)
Chariot
Composer(s): Paul Mauriat - Franck Pourcel
First release by: Franck Pourcel et son Grand Orch. - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1963 - I Will Follow Him (Petula Clark)
1963 - Chariot (Italian Version) (Betty Curtis)
1963 - Eu O Seguirei (George Freedman)
1979 - Elämä On Totta (Mona Carita)
Chariot, Chariot, si tu veux de moi Pour t'accompagner au bout des jours Laisse moi venir près de toi Sur le grand chariot de bois et de toile Nous nous en irons Du côté où l'on verra le jour Dans les premiers reflets du ciel Avant la chaleur du soleil Sous la dernière étoile
La plaine, la plaine, la plaine N'aura plus de frontière La terre, la terre, sera notre domaine Que j'aime, que j'aime Ce vieux chariot qui tangue Qui tangue, qui tangue Si tu veux de moi Pour dormir à ton côté toujours L'été sous la lune d'argent L'hiver dans la neige et le vent Alors dis-le moi, je pars avec toi La plaine, la plaine, la plaine N'aura plus de frontière La terre, la terre, verra notre domaine Que j'aime, que j'aime Ce vieux chariot qui tremble Qui tremble, qui tremble Si tu veux de moi De ma vie et de mon fol amour Le long des torrents et des bois Au cur des dangers et des joies Alors dis-le moi, je pars avec toi
Funny Familiar Forgotten Feelings Composer(s): Mickey Newbury Performer(s): Tom Jones; and various other artists
Last night, quietly, she walked through my mind As I lay searching for sleep Her soft hand reached out, she whispered my name As she brushed a tear from my cheek And then those funny familiar forgotten feelings started walkin' all over my mind It's sad, so sad to watch love go bad but a true love would not have gone wrong I'm just thankful for the good times we've had for without them I could not go on With all those funny familiar forgotten feelings walkin' all over my mind I must go on, be strong though millions of teardrops may fall Before these funny familiar forgotten feelings stop walkin' all over my mind Before these funny familiar forgotten feelings stop walkin' all over my mind
The Lion Composer(s): Barnett - Colwell - Smith - Young Performer(s): Adrian Smith
Late at night, rain falling down Sets my mind wandering Took a drive on a highway I saw you standing in the rain Destiny was calling me I would never be the same
You said You said your heart was aching You were sad
I saw you cry The night you lied to me Oh no!
You took my hand Then faded with the light
They said you died out On the road that night
Im in cold, cold sweat Knuckles white upon the wheel Danger flies on silent wings I cant fight and I cant feel Now Im standing in the daylight And it seems just like a dream If only I could touch you girl But youre not there for real!
