Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Love I Lost Composer(s): Kenny Gamble - Leon Huff First release by: Harold Melvin & the Blue Notes - 1973
I can remember planning Building my whole world around you And I can remember hoping That you and I could make it on through But something went wrong We loved each other We just couldn't get along Take a good look at me I'm in misery, can't you see
The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was a sweet love (it was a sweet love) The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was complete love (it was complete love) The love I lost (the love I lost) I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again ooh
I can't remember nothing, no no But the good times we used to share I'm so sad and lonely Without you my life is so dead I'm sorry to say You go your way and I'll go my way It hurts deep inside The day we said goodbye, but
The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was a sweet love (it was a sweet love) The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was complete love (it was complete love) The love I lost ooh ooh I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again (I'll never love again) I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again ooh ooh ooh ooh I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again
The love, the love I lost, ooh The love, the love I lost
The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was a sweet love (it was a sweet love) The love I lost (the love, the love I lost) Was complete love (it was complete love) The love I lost ooh ooh I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again (I'll never love again) I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again ooh ooh ooh ooh I will never (never) no no never (Never) love again
Che Cosa Resterà Di Me ((aka Che Cosa Resta (Franco Battiato - 1999))
((Adapted from: Que Reste-T-Il De Nos Amours? (Charles Trenet) - 1942))
Composer(s): Charles Trenet - Léo Chauliac - Franco Battiato
Performer(s): Gianni Morandi - 1988
Versions In Other Languages:
1957 - I Wish You Love (Keely Smith)
1977 - Ce-A Mai Iramas? (Alla Baianova)
Lo sai che più s'invecchia più affiorano ricordi lontanissimi come se fosse ieri mi vedo a volte in braccio a mia madre e sento ancora i teneri commenti di mio padre I pranzi le domeniche dai nonni le voglie e le esplosioni irrazionali i primi passi, gioie e dispiaceri La prima goccia bianca che spavento e che piacere strano e un innamoramento senza senso per legge naturale a quell'età I primi accordi su di un organo da chiesa in sacrestia ed un dogmatico rispetto per le istituzioni
Che cosa resterà di me del transito terrestre di tutte le impressioni che ho avuto in questa vita
Mi piacciono le scelte passionali quella saggezza pratica che si tramanda il popolo adoro quando sto lontano qualche settimana quell'atmosfera che ritrovo ritornando qui in Emilia figlio di un pensiero rosso e partigiano Di recente ho qualche fremito diverso sul creato Anch'io a guardarmi bene vivo da millenni e vengo dritto dalla civiltà più alta dei Sumeri dall'arte cuneiforme degli scribi e dormo spesso dentro a un sacco a pelo perché non voglio perdere i contatti con la terra
Che cosa resterà di me del transito terrestre di tutte le impressioni che ho avuto in questa vita
Che cosa resterà di noi del transito terrestre di tutte le impressioni che abbiamo in questa vita
Railroad Lady Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett; Jerry Jeff Walker Performer(s): Jimmy Buffett; and various other artists
She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her days on the trains She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails they took 'er Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
South Station in Boston To the freightyards of Austin From the Florida sunshine To the New Orleans rain Now that the rail p.a.c.s. Has taken the best tracks She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train Once a pullman car traveller Now the brakeman won't have 'er She's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
Once a high ballin' loner He thought he could own 'er Bought her a fur and a big diamond ring She hocked 'em for cold cash Left town on the Wabash Never thinkin', never thinkin' of home way back then
But the rails are now rusty The dinin' car's dusty Gold plated watches have taken their toll Yeah the railroads are dyin' And the lady she's cryin' On a bus to Kentucky and home that's her goal
She's a railroad lady Just a little bit shady Spendin' her life on a train She's a semi-good looker But the fast rails they took 'er Now she's tryin', just tryin' to get home again
The Lost Chord Composer(s): Arthur Sullivan - Adelaide Anne Proctor Performer(s): Enrico Caruso and multiple other artists
Seated one day at the organ I was weary and ill at ease And my fingers wander'd idly over the noisy keys I know not what I was playing Or what I was dreaming then But I struck one chord of music Like the sound of a great amen Like the sound of a great amen
It flooded the crimson twilight Like the close of an angel's psalm And it lay on my fever'd spirit With a touch of infinite calm It quieted pain and sorrow Like love overcoming strife, It seem'd the harmonious echo from our discordant life It link'd all perplexed meanings Into one perfect peace, and trembled away into silence As if it were loath to cease
I have sought, but I seek vainly That one lost chord divine Which came from the soul of the organ And enter'd into mine It may be death's bright angel Will speak in that chord again It maybe that only in heav'n I shall hear that grand amen
Che c'è è ritornato il sole dentro me e l'aria è più leggera come se tutto l'amore che cercavi adesso c'è e non ti manca niente al mondo
Che c'è che bella 'sta giornata insieme a te di lacrime e di gioia come se tutta la vita che speravi è qui per te e non ti manca niente al mondo Il tempo ci ritrova qui ancora un'altra volta i nostri cuori unisoni legati un'altra volta per te che ci fai liberi ovunque al mondo siamo in ogni giorno che vorrai io griderò ti amo
Perché sognavo questa Roma e Roma c'è e l'aria e' più leggera come se tutto l'amore che cercavi adesso c'è e non ti manca niente al mondo
E il tempo ci ritrova qui ancora un'altra volta i nostri cuori unisoni cantare un'altra volta per te che ci fai liberi ovunque al mondo siamo in ogni giorno che vorrai io griderò ti amo
Che c'è è ritornato il sole dentro me e l'anima è leggera come se tutto l'amore che cercavi adesso c'è e non ti manca niente al mondo
Perché sognavo questa Roma e Roma c'è e l'aria e' più leggera come se tutto l'amore che speravi è qui per te e non ti manca niente al mondo
Ragtime Cowboy Joe Composer(s): Lewis F. Muir; Maurice Abrahams; Grant Clarke Performer(s): Jo Stafford; and various other artists
Out in Arizona where the bad men are And the only friend to guide you is an Eve'ning star The roughest toughest man by far Is Ragtime Cowboy Joe Got his name from singing to the cows and sheep Ev'ry night they say he sings the herd to sleep In a basso rich and deep Crooning soft and low
He always sings, raggy music to the cattle As he swings, back and forward in the saddle On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun Because the Western folks all know He's a high-faluting scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona Ragtime Cow Boy Joe
Dressed up ev'ry Sunday in his Sunday clothes He beats it for the village where he always goes And ev'ry girl in town is Joe's 'Cause he's a ragtime bear When he starts a spieling on the dance hall floor No one but a lunatic would start a war Wise men know his forty four Makes men dance for fair
He always sings, raggy music to the cattle As he swings, back and forward in the saddle On a horse, that is syncopated, gaited And there's such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater How they run, when they hear that fellow's gun Because the Western folks all know He's a high-faluting scooting, shooting son-of-a-gun from Arizona Ragtime Cow Boy Joe
Che Bella Gente ((aka Quelli Là (Duilio Del Prete) - 2002))
((Adapted from: Ces Gens-Là (Jacques Brel) - 1966))
Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Herbert Pagani
Performer(s): Giorgio Gaber - 1971
Versions In Other Languages:
1969 - Dat Soort Volk (Liesbeth List)
1970 - Dit Slag Volk (Herman van Veen)
2001 - People Such As These (The Walkabouts)
Sì avvocato, lei mi parla così della provincia perché non li conosce Lei non sa mica come è fatta questa gente qua Lo vede quello là, sì quello col testone
lui che a questora qua non sa già più il suo nome un nome rispettato, la casa sulla piazza mai che abbia lavorato, arriva qui ogni sera e inchioda il suo sedere davanti a un tavolino e affoga nel barbera Poi quando vien mattino te lo ritrovi dove? Ma in chiesa sissignore, dritto come una scopa con locchio daffogato va far la comunione per smaltire il vino
Mi creda avvocato che quel verme lì non pensa mica sa? No! Prega!
E poi cè il fratellino, un "temperapennini" ragioniere al catasto, incassa bustarelle distribuisce inchini, peggio dun dente guasto pensi che sè sposato con una mezza gobba solo perché ha la dote, ma non gli basta mai Col suo bel cappellino, col suo bel cappottino col suo bel "seicentino" fa pure lo strozzino! Non manca una funzione, deve tenere docchio sessanta debitori che lui tiene in ginocchio
Mi creda avvocato che quel fetente là non prega mica sa? Frega!
E poi ci sono gli altri, la madre sempre muta che macina golfini e il padre possidente che è morto scivolando sul pavimento a cera Da una cornice nera come da una finestra osserva tutto il gregge che mangia la minestra e senti fare Chhiu-Chhiu, e senti fare Chhiu-Chhiu E poi cè la bisnonna che trema ma non muore le contano le ore e invocano il momento di chiudere la bara e aprire il testamento
Mi creda avvocato ai funerali di quella gente lì mica si canta sa? No, ah, ah, no! Si conta!
E poi, e poi, e poi cè Margherita che è bella come il sole e lei non ha idea del bene che mi vuole se ne ama addirittura una casa nostra è piena di finestre e quasi niente mura e dentro solo noi a ridere di gioia la cosa è già sicura, solo che cè una noia la sua famiglia è contro,la sua famiglia è contro
Ce lhanno su con me, mi danno del pezzente mi danno del barbone, e già per quella gente è meglio un delinquente ma con la posizione e anche se la figlia sembra differente è nata ed è cresciuta in quel ambiente
Da un mese a questa parte la tengono al guinzaglio e quando ci incontriamo gli occhi di lei mi fissano e sembra che mi dica che un giorno fuggirà che mi raggiungerà e allora in quel momento allora io le credo avvocato ma solo in quel momento perché da quelle case là nessuno scappa mai!
Ha capito avvocato? Da lì non si va via! Oh come è tardi! Mi scusi, io torno a casa mia
The Lord Knows I'm Drinking Composer(s): Bill Anderson First release by: Cal Smith - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Hello Mrs Johnson, you self righteous woman Sunday School teacher, what brings you out slummin' Do you reckon the preacher would approve where you are Standing here visitin' with a back-slidin' Christian In a neighborhood bar
Well, yes, that's my bottle and yes, that's my glass And I see you're eyeballin' this pretty young lass It ain't none of your business, but, yes, she's with me And we don't need no sermon, you self righteous woman Just let us be
The Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Goodbye Mrs Johnson, you self righteous biddy I don't need your preaching and I don't need your pity So, go back to whatever you hypocrites do And when I talk to heaven, be nice And I'll put in a good word for you
Yes, the Lord knows I'm drinkin' and runnin' around And he don't need your loud mouth informing the town The Lord knows I'm sinnin' and sinnin' ain't right But me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Yes, me and the good Lord gonna have us a good talk later tonight
Chauffard
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Y a les bandes blanches qui défilent Et ta vie qui s'accroche à son fil Tu es dans la zone rouge du compteur Mais tu ne t'occupes plus des couleurs Il faut surtout pas que tes mains tremblent Y a les troncs des arbres qui t'attendent Même dans les passages difficiles Y a les bandes blanches qui défilent Y a le vent qui siffle sous les tôles Et le cri des pneus quand tu décolles Et derrière toi la nuit qui retombe Sur le sillage étroit de ta bombe Est-ce que c'est ton cur qui fait hurler la machine Ou bien le moteur qui bat dans ta poitrine Et qui propulse ton projectile Entre les bandes blanches qui défilent Chauffard Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Chauffard, chauffard Tu pousses la musique jusqu'au plus fort Pour pas sentir les doigt de la mort Et ni les chiens qui aboient dans leur sommeil Ni les hommes de loi que tu réveilles Tu vois quelques tâches claires sur le dos des camions Quelques mots de travers sur des panneaux bidons Et ton sang fait monter les aiguilles Jusqu'au rouge des feux que tu grilles Chauffard, chauffard Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Chauffard, chauffard Tu dis que tu connais ton nom par cur Et que tu préfères le son de ton moteur Que si jamais personne ne t'arrête T'iras te crasher sur le fond de la planète Et que tu vibres quand les virages s'avancent Et que la vitesse te laisse ta chance Et que t'es jamais aussi tranquille Que quand les bandes blanches défilent Chauffard, chauffard Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Tu vois le monde autour dans des brumes liquides Et c'est pour ça que tu cours toujours sur la voie rapide Chauffard, Chauffard Chauffard, chauffard, chauffard
Raggio Di Luna Composer(s): Antonello Venditti Performer(s): Antonello Venditti
Raggio di luna nel mio cuore nella mia vita ci sei tu sei come l'acqua come il sole che verr raggio di luna nascer E E Eh... Il nostro amore non sar mai solo guerre non vedr arde come l'oro per l'eternit... O O O O O O O O O Oh O O O O O O O O O Oh Sorge la luna la montagna e dalla spiaggia la vedrai brillano fuochi sulla sabbia intorno a noi come un vulcano ballerai E E Eh... La nostra vita è un lampo prendimi se vuoi nudi e senza scampo balla insieme a noi Insieme a noi L'amore è un attimo fuggente guardami e non fermarti mai è un fiume chiaro fiume chiaro e trasparente come te raggio di luna nascerai E E Eh... La nostra vita è un lampo prendimi se vuoi nudi e senza scampo balla insieme a noi E E Eh E E Eh
The Longest Time Composer(s): Billy Joel First release by: Billy Joel - 1983 Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, oh, oh For the longest time Oh, oh, oh For the longest time If you said goodbye to me tonight There would still be music left to write What else could I do I'm so inspired by you That hasn't happened for the longest time
Once I thought my innocence was gone Now I know that happiness goes on That's where you found me When you put your arms around me I haven't been there for the longest time
Oh, oh, oh For the longest time Oh, oh, oh For the longest I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall And the greatest miracle of all Is how I need you And how you needed me too That hasn't happened for the longest time
Maybe this won't last very long But you feel so right And I could be wrong Maybe I've been hoping too hard But I've gone this far And it's more than I hoped for
Who knows how much further we'll go on Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone I'll take my chances I forgot how nice romance is I haven't been there for the longest time
I had second thoughts at the start I said to myself Hold on to your heart Now I know the woman that you are You're wonderful so far And it's more than I hoped for
I don't care what consequence it brings I have been a fool for lesser things I want you so bad I think you ought to know that I intend to hold you for the longest time
Ragged Old Flag Composer(s): John R. Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash - 1974; and various other artists
I walked through a county courthouse square On a park bench an old man was sitting there I said, "Your old courthouse is kinda run down" He said, "Naw, it'll do for our little town" I said, "Your old flagpole has leaned a little bit And that's a Ragged Old Flag you got hanging on it"
He said, "Have a seat," and I sat down "Is this the first time you've been to our little town?" I said, "I think it is." He said, "I don't like to brag But we're kinda proud of that Ragged Old Flag
"You see, we got a little hole in that flag there when Washington took it across the Delaware And it got powder-burned the night Francis Scott Key Sat watching it writing Say Can You See And it got a bad rip in New Orleans With Packingham and Jackson tuggin' at its seems
"And it almost fell at the Alamo Beside the Texas flag, but she waved on though She got cut with a sword at Chancellorsville And she got cut again at Shiloh Hill There was Robert E. Lee, Beauregard, and Bragg And the south wind blew hard on that Ragged Old Flag
"On Flanders Field in World War I She got a big hole from a Bertha gun She turned blood red in World War II She hung limp and low by the time it was through She was in Korea and Vietnam She was sent where she was by her Uncle Sam
"She waved from our ships upon the briny foam And now they've about quit waving her back here at home In her own good land here she's been abused She's been burned, dishonored, denied, and refused
"And the government for which she stands Is scandalized throughout the land And she's getting threadbare and wearing thin But she's in good shape for the shape she's in 'Cause she's been through the fire before And I believe she can take a whole lot more
"So we raise her up every morning, take her down every night We don't let her touch the ground and we fold her up right On second thought, I do like to brag 'Cause I'm mighty proud of the Ragged Old Flag"
The Long Way Around Composer(s): Ken Edwards Performer(s): Linda Ronstadt
It's a cinch that I've been wrong And it's clear it's not been long Since I was hard on you But now a time has come When yesterday don't mean nothin' Now I'm in love with you And you've taken me the long way around
Take a look how young we are A month has changed the moon and the stars Changing the things we do You've been lookin' for something strong When other things don't mean nothin' Now I'm in love with you And you've taken me the long way around
Well I can't see beyond the doubt that's in your eye It's on the outskirts of my fading alibi
It's a cinch that I've been wrong And it's clear it's not been long Since I was hard on you But now a time has come When yesterday don't mean nothin' Now I'm in love with you And you've taken me the long way around Now I'm in love with you And you've taken me the long way around
Chatterbox
Composer(s): Johnny Thunders
First release by: New York Dolls - 1974
Covered by multiple other artists
I said chatterbox
I said you squalk a lot
c'mon give me some lips
yeah chatterbox
call you up
don't give me no line
I'm comin' in your home
on the telephone
all dressed up
I got nowhere to go
seems like a fun night
on the telephone
I said chatterbox
I said you squalk a lot
c'mon give me some lips
yeah chatterbox
c'mon c'mon c'mon
yeah chatterbox
c'mon c'mon c'mon
yeah chatterbox
I said chatterbox
Rage In The Cage Composer(s): Peter Wolf; Seth Justman Performer(s): The J. Geils Band
Shopping Center crazy I need some fast relief The boss says, "Boy, you're lazy" But I'm just bored beyond belief Laid off since last summer Man, this really takes the cake This town is like a prison And I just got to make my break They say "Be cautious, little mister" They shove it down your throat I'm 'bout to choke - choke I'm nauseous - my transistor's 'bout the only antidote to keep my temperature from runnin' wild Let me hear that radio! Chorus There's a rage in the cage There's a rage in the cage Sweet Diana to the rescue Hot potato to my aid She's the girl with the swirl Like air-conditioned lemonade But the lady's on the hot-plate Daddy's threatened to disown Handcuffed tight in a chain of events I guess I'm out here on my own It don't take a PhD To know I'm goin' nowhere fast I've got to move - I'm on the move It don't take much to see This town is livin' in the past They all just seem to wanna tie me down Let me hear that radio! Chorus I wanna rock it I've got to rock it I've gotta get me on that rocket ship to outa here This town is wearin' ear plugs I'm of age and loose to juice But they say Stop! Stop! There's a fire in the furnace Breakin' out and breakin' loose You know I'm just about to lose my mind They don't want me paralyzed They just want me neutralized Chorus
The Long Way Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
She was lost And I thought I was found Even so I tried To bring her in...
She was young And I had just begun To learn that even Losing men can win
We went the long way We went the long way We went the long way... Or maybe just the wrong way I'll never know
Overnight We were shown the light Neither of us knew To look away... So we burned And far too late we learned That lifetimes can't be lived out In a day
We went the long way We went the long way We went the long way... Or maybe just the wrong way I'll never know
So, goodbye At least me made the try Something can be said for love that's pure If and when We ever try again One thing will be known to us For sure...
We'll go the long way We'll go the long way We'll go the long way... Or maybe just the wrong way I'll never know
Chattanoogie Shoe-Shine Boy
Composer(s): Jack Stapp - Harry Stone
Performer(s): Red Foley
and multiple other artists
Have you ever passed the corner of Forth and Grand? Where a little ball o' rhythm has a shoe-shine stand People gather 'round and they clap their hands He's a great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
He charges you a nickel just to shine one shoe He makes the oldest kind o' leather look like new You feel as though you wanna dance when he gets through He's a great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
It's a wonder that the rag don't tear The way he makes it pop You ought to see him fan the air With his hoppity-hippity-hippity-hoppity-hoppity-hippity-hop
He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine With the great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy
It's a wonder that the rag don't tear The way he makes it pop Just listen to him fan the air Here he goes!
He opens up for business when the clock strikes nine He likes to get up early when they're feelin' fine Everybody gets a little rise 'n shine With the great big bundle o' joy He pops the boogie woogie rag The Chattanoogie shoe-shine boy