Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Man I Love ((Dutch Version: Man Van Mijn Hart (Greetje Kauffeld) - 1997)) Composer(s): George Gershwin - Ira Gershwin First performance by: Fred & Adele Astaire - 1924 Covered by multiple other artists
When the mellow moon begins to beam Every night I dream a little dream And of course Prince Charming is the theme The he, for me Although I realize as well as you It is seldom that a dream comes true To me it's clear That he'll appear
Some day he'll come along, the man I love And he'll be big and strong, the man I love And when he comes my way I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand And in a little while, he'll take my hand And though it seems absurd I know we both won't say a word
Maybe I shall meet him Sunday Maybe Monday, maybe not Still I'm sure to meet him one day Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day
He'll build a little home just meant for two From which I'll never roam, who would? would you? And so, all else above I'm waiting for the man I love
Chicago (That Toddling Town) Composer(s): Fred Fisher First release by: The Bar Harbor Society Orchestra - 1922 Covered by multiple other artists
I got the surprise, the surprise of my life I had to stop and stare I saw a man dancing with his own wife And you'll never guess where...
Chicago, Chicago -- that toddlin' town, that toddlin' town Chicago, Chicago -- I'll show you around -- I love it Betcha bottom dollar you'll lose your blues In Chicago, Chicago The town that Billy Sunday could not shut down
On State Street, that great street I just want to stay, I just want to stay They do things they don't do on Broadway, say They have the time, the time of their life I saw a man who danced with his wife In Chicago ... Chicago ... Chicago, Chicago Free and easy town, brassy, breezy town Chicago ... Chicago Let me cool my heels right down at Marshall Field Come and walk with Along the lake, to the drake Hollar and hoot, all through the loop Shout out now to Mrs. O'Leary's cow No she-she, life is peachy Chicago ... we'll meet at the Pump Room Ambassador East To say the least On shishkabob and breast of squab we will feed and get free Don't tell me sin is rampid and right Think of that man who danced with his wife In Chicago ... Chicago ... I feel sympathy for that wonderful, windy town!
Man From Snowy River Composer(s): A.B. Paterson Performer(s): Slim Dusty
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from old Regret had got away And had joined the wild bush horses -- he was worth a thousand pound So all the cracks had gathered to the fray All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup The old man with his hair as white as snow But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up He would go wherever horse and man could go And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand No better horseman ever held the reins For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand He learnt to ride while droving on the plains
And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast He was something like a racehorse undersized With a touch of Timor pony -- three parts thoroughbred at least And such as are by mountain horsemen prized He was hard and tough and wiry -- just the sort that won't say die There was courage in his quick impatient tread And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye And the proud and lofty carriage of his head
But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay And the old man said, `That horse will never do For a long and tiring gallop -- lad, you'd better stop away Those hills are far too rough for such as you' So he waited sad and wistful -- only Clancy stood his friend `I think we ought to let him come,' he said `I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end For both his horse and he are mountain bred
`He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride The man that holds his own is good enough And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home Where the river runs those giant hills between I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen'
So he went -- they found the horses by the big mimosa clump They raced away towards the mountain's brow And the old man gave his orders, `Boys, go at them from the jump No use to try for fancy riding now And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight If once they gain the shelter of those hills'
So Clancy rode to wheel them -- he was racing on the wing Where the best and boldest riders take their place And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash And off into the mountain scrub they flew
Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black Resounded to the thunder of their tread And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide And the old man muttered fiercely, `We may bid the mob good day NO man can hold them down the other side'
When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull It well might make the boldest hold their breath The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full Of wombat holes, and any slip was death But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed While the others stood and watched in very fear
He sent the flint stones flying, but the pony kept his feet He cleared the fallen timber in his stride And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground Down the hillside at a racing pace he went And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound At the bottom of that terrible descent
He was right among the horses as they climbed the further hill And the watchers on the mountain standing mute Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely, he was right among them still As he raced across the clearing in pursuit Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met In the ranges, but a final glimpse reveals On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet With the man from Snowy River at their heels
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam He followed like a bloodhound on their track Till they halted cowed and beaten, then he turned their heads for home And alone and unassisted brought them back But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot For never yet was mountain horse a cur
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise Their torn and rugged battlements on high Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky And where around the Overflow the reedbeds sweep and sway To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide The man from Snowy River is a household word to-day And the stockmen tell the story of his ride
Chi
((Adapted from: Qui (Charles Aznavour) - 1963))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour - 1963/1964
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Quien (Charles Aznavour)
1968 - Who (Will Take My Place) (Dusty Springfield)
Chi ti aprira' le labbra E nel possederti ti sorprendera' Perche' ti rinnovi E con lui tu trovi Orizzonti nuovi di felicita'?
Chi rubera' il mio posto Pur nel piu' nascosto Sogno che tu fai Quando, dominata Nuovamente amata Con una risata Mi distruggerai?
Chi tendera' la mano In cui mi annullero'? Chi ti stara' vicino Quando non ci saro'? Chi della tua dolcezza Con una carezza approfittera' E con un addio coprira' l'oblio Quello che fu mio Quando me ne andro'?
E' sempre viva tra di noi Un'assurda felicita' Nonostante lo scarto fra Le nostre eta' Ma fino a quando me ne andro' E un altro ti contemplera' Una domanda i miei pensieri Assillera'
Chi senza che protesti Rifara' quei gesti Riservati a me Quando tu mi attendi Quando tu mi prendi Palpiti e ti tendi nell'offriti a me?
Chi scoprira' le risa La follia improvvisa E la serieta' E berra' l'essenza Della tua presenza Che la mia partenza Gli concedera'?
Chi lo potrebbe dire? Chi mai lo scoprira'? E io devo soffrire Per chi ti prendera' Con un nuovo "ti amo" E con quel "ti amo" Che ti stordira' Nel dormirti accanto Dopo che avrai pianto di felicita' Mi riseppellira'
Reach For The Stars Composer(s): Udo Jürgens; David West Performer(s): Shirley Bassey
I reach for the stars when I reach for your love For so far above me you always will be Like a clown longs to be a king in a play I long for the things that are so far away
I reach for the stars when I reach for your hand But stars tumble down from the clouds to the land When you come to my arms in that moment divine all the stars in the sky are mine... are mine
I reach for the stars when I reach for your hand But stars tumble down from the clouds to the land When you come to my arms in that moment divine all the stars in the sky are mine... are mine
Man From Manhattan Composer(s): Eddie Howell First release by: Eddie Howell - 1976
Hey little lady do you love me As much as you tell me you do Oh I'm not them man you think I am The game I've been playing is through
Hey little girl do you trust me Oh I'm gonna tell you no lies I'm gonna come clean, don't make a scene I've been hiding behind a disguise
Oh I'm the man from Manhattan, ole The man with a price on his head (lots of money) The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin But the lining is laden with lead
Oh I've been a fugitive too long Running away with my fame My enemies flee at the sight of me They shake at the sound of my name
Cause I'm the man from Mahnattan, ole The man with a price on his head (go and get the deputy) The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin But the lining is laden with lead
Don't be afraid, it's only a dream (I'm only dreaming) An imaginary hero, a vision I've seen (ah ah ah ah ah) Cuckoo
Oh I know my true destination The day will eventaully come I tell you my friend I know my end (will be) When I'm standing alone in the sight of a gun
Oh I'm the man from Manhattan, ole The man with a price on his head (lots of money) The man from Manhattan, the surface is satin But the lining is laden with lead
Chi Non Lavora Non Fa L'amore
Composer(s): Adriano Celentano - Mike DelPrete
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano
"Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!" Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie! Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie! A casa stanco ieri ritornai mi son seduto...niente c'era in tavola arrabbiata lei mi grida che ho scioperato due giorni su tre... Coi soldi che le dò non ce la fa più ed ha deciso che, lei fa lo sciopero contro di me! "Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!" Questo mi ha detto ieri mia moglie! Allora andai a lavorare mentre eran tutti a scioperare! E un grosso pugno in faccia mi arrivò andai a piedi alla guardia medica! C'era lo sciopero anche dei tranvai... Arrivo lì, ma il dottore non c'è! E' in sciopero anche lui! Che gioco è! Ma?! Ma come finirà...c'è il caos nella città Non so più cosa far! Se non sciopero mi picchiano Se sciopero mia moglie dice "Chi non lavora non fa l'amore!" Dammi l'aumento signor padrone così vedrai che in casa tua e in ogni casa entra l'amore
Razzle In My Pocket Composer(s): Ian Dury; Chas Jankel Performer(s): Ian Dury & The Blockheads
In my yellow jersey, I went out on the nick South Street Romford, shopping arcade Got a Razzle magazine, I never paid Inside my jacket and away double quick Good sense told me, once was enough But I had a cocky eye on more of this stuff With the Razzle in my pocket, back to have another peek
Instead of being sneeky I strolled inside I put my thieving hand on something rude I walked right out with a silhouette of nudes 'Hold on sonny' said a voice at my side 'I think you've taken one of my books' Passers by gave me dirty looks 'Not me mister' I bravely lied
We stopped by the window of a jeweller's shop 'If it's money for your lunch, I'd have given you a loan Have you got any form, were you on your own? Round to the station and we'll tell the cops' 'I'm ever so ashamed, it was wicked and rash Here's the book back, and here's the cash I never stole before, I promise I'll stop'
'Crime doesn't pay, you've got honest eyes If we go to the law another thief is born And I'll get the book back, creased and torn So return what you've taken and apologise' I gave him back his nudie book I said I was sorry, I slung my hook With the Razzle in my pocket as the second prize
The Man From Laramie Composer(s): Lester Lee - Ned Washington Performer(s): Jimmy Young and multiple other artists
The man from Laramie He was a man with a peaceful turn of mind He was kind of sociable and friendly Friendly as any man could be But you never saw a man out-draw The man from Laramie
The man from Laramie He was a man with a warm and gentle heart But when they'd start the arguing and fightin' Frightenin' and lightning fast was he There was no coyote who could outshoot The man from Laramie
He had a flair for ladies The ladies loved his air of mystery
The west will never see A man with so many notches on his gun Everyone admired the fearless stranger Danger was this man's speciality So they never bossed or double crossed The man from Laramie
He had a flair for ladies Now the ladies loved his air of mystery
The west will never see A man with so many notches on his gun Everyone admired the fearless stranger Danger was this man's speciality So they never bossed or double crossed The man from Laramie
Chez Moi
Composer(s): Jean Féline - Paul Misraki
Performer(s): Lucienne Boyer
and multiple other artists
Tout en haut de la ville Depuis trois ans déjà je vis Il n'est pas grand mon domicile Mais de ma fenêtre on voit Paris Et le soir lorsque tout s'éclaire On n'a pas besoin de bougies Il fait comme ça bien assez clair Et ça fait des économies...
Venez donc chez moi je vous invite Y a d'la joie chez moi c'est merveilleux À côté des étoiles j'habite à deux pas du ciel toujours bleu J'attendrai chez moi votre visite Là haut sous les toits dans mon logis Tous les jours je reçois venez, venez vite C'est gentil chez moi, venez-y...
Ce serait préférable Si en hiver c'était chauffé Et vraiment bien plus agréable Si c'était plus frais en été... Pour entrer faut baisser la tête Il faut s'asseoir à l'intérieur Mais on peut s'y conter fleurette Et ça suffit à mon bonheur...
Venez donc chez moi je vous invite Y a d'la joie chez moi c'est merveilleux Il ne faut surtout pas qu'on hésite L'escalier n'est pas dangereux Le tapis est beau jusqu'au deuxième Si on monte plus haut plus de tapis Mais allez tout droit montez au sixième C'est gentil chez moi, montez-y...
Il faut que je ramène Un jour bientôt l'amour chez moi Car j'ai là-haut bien trop de peine À vivre tout seul sous mon toit Je lui dirai "viens voir la vue De ma fenêtre elle est bien mieux" Quand il (elle) aura bien vu la rue Je lui ferai fermer les yeux...
C'est gentil chez moi je vous invite Vous serez pour moi le seul ami Nous n'aurons plus jamais de visite À la porte tous les ennuis Nous serons heureux dans mon sixième Il y a place pour deux dans mon logis On comptera les fois où nous dirons "je t'aime" Es-tu bien chez moi! Restons-y ...
Razzle Dazzle Composer(s): John Kander; Fred Ebb; Bob Fosse Performer(s): Chicago
Bailiff: Mr. Flynn, his honor is here
Billy: Thank you. Just a moment. You ready?
Roxie: Oh Billy, I'm so scared!
Billy: Roxie. You got nothing to worry about. It's all a circus, kid. A three ring circus. These trial - the whole world - all show business. But kid, you're working with a star, the biggest!
Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle dazzle 'em Give 'em act with lots of flash in it And the reaction will be passionate Give 'em the old hocus pocus Bread and feather 'em How can they see with sequins in their eyes?
What if your hinges all are rusting? What if, in fact, you're just disgusting ?
Razzle dazzle 'em And they'll never catch wise! Eh Eh Eh Eh Ah! Ah! Ah! Give 'em the old razzle dazzle
Billy and Company: Razzle dazzle 'em Give 'em a show that's so splendiferous
Billy: Row after row will grow vociferous
Billy and Company: Give 'em the old flim flam flummox Fool and fracture 'em
Billy: How can they hear the truth above the roar?
Billy and Company: Throw 'em a fake and a finagle They'll never know you're just a bagel,
Billy: Razzle dazzle 'em And they'll beg you for more!
Billy and Company: Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Give 'em the old razzle dazzle Razzle dazzle 'em Back since the days of old Methuselah Everyone loves the big bambooz-a-ler
Give 'em the old three ring circus Stun and stagger 'em When you're in trouble, go into your dance Though you are stiffer than a girder They let ya get away with a murder Razzle dazzle 'em And you've got a romance
Give 'em the old Razzle dazzle
Billy: Razzle dazzle 'em Give 'em an act that's unassailable They'll wait a year 'til your available!
Billy and Company: Give 'em the old Double whammy
Billy: Daze and dizzy 'em Show 'em the first rate sorcerer you are
Billy and Company: Long as you keep 'em way off balance How can they spot you got no talents?
The Man Comes Around Composer(s): Johnny Cash First release by: Johnny Cash - 2002 Covered by multiple other artists
There's a man going around taking names And he decides who to free and who to blame Everybody won't be treated all the same There'll be a golden ladder reaching down When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up At the terror in each sip and in each sup Will you partake of that last offered cup? Or disappear into the potter's ground When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling, voices crying Some are born and some are dying It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree The virgins are all trimming their wicks The whirlwind is in the thorn tree It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom Then the father hen will call his chickens home The wise man will bow down before the thrown And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still Listen to the words long written down When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling and voices crying Some are born and some are dying It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree The virgins are all trimming their wicks The whirlwind is in the thorn tree It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound When the Man comes around
Chez Moi
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King - R. Revil - M. Simille
Performer(s): Dalida
Chez moi oh oh oh Chez moi Y avait le ciel bleu sur la mer Le pain blanc comme le sable Et le soleil rouge du désert Oh oh oh le jasmin Dans les branches Ami de mes jeunes désirs Mais je ne crois plus au retour Car chez moi n'est qu'un souvenir
Y avait là l'odeur de la terre Le vent chaud de notre plage Ou tes lèvres avaient un goût amer
Je voudrais m'en aller Loin des villes Chez moi je voudrais revenir Mais je ne crois plus au retour Car je le sais Qu'à tout jamais Chez moi N'est plus qu'un souvenir
Razzle Dazzle Composer(s): Charles E. Calhoun Performer(s): Bill Haley & His Comets
On your mark (on your mark!) Get set (get set!) Now ready (ready!) go! Everybody razzle dazzle Everybody razzle dazzle Everybody razzle dazzle If it's all night long Now here's a dance (a-waka-do, waka-do) Everyone can do (a-waka-do, waka-do) It's the hipster's dance (a-waka-do, waka-do) And the square cats too (a-waka-do, waka-do) Won't you take a chance (a-waka-do, waka-do) This is all you do (a-waka-do, waka-do) You just take your baby Don't you leave that spot Then you dance like crazy Give it all you got That's the razzle dazzle If your ready or not On your mark (on your mark) Get set (get set) Now ready (ready) go! Everybody razzle dazzle Everybody razzle dazzle Everybody razzle dazzle If it's all night long
Let's get together (get together) One, two and three (one, two and three) Jumping to the setter (to the setter) Just you and me (just you and me) Put your best foot forward (waka-do, waka-do) Baby can't you see (baby can't you see) When you hear them holler And you ain't nowhere Honey, you just foller 'Cause we're sure not square That's the razzle dazzle Well, it's everywhere On your mark (on your mark) Get set (get set) Now ready (ready) go! Everybody razzle dazzle Everybody razzle dazzle Everybody razzle dazzle If it's all night long Everybody razzle dazzle Everybody razzle dazzle Everybody razzle dazzle A-going on and off If it's all night long That's the razzle dazzle Razzle dazzle song
Chez Max Coiffeur Pour Hommes Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Chez Max coiffeur pour hommes Où un jour j'entrais comme Par hasard me faire raser la couenne Et rafraîchir les douilles Je tombe sur cette chienne Shampouineuse Qui aussitôt m'aveugle par sa beauté païenne Et ses mains savonneuses Elle se penche et voilà ses doudounes Comme deux rahat-loukoums À la rose qui rebondissent sur ma nuque boum boum Je pense à la fille du Calife De la mille et deuxième nuit Et sens la pointe d'un canif Me percer le cur je luis dis "Petite je te sors ce soir ok" Elle a d'abord un petit rire comme un hoquet Puis sous le sirocco du séchoir Dans mes cheveux La petite garce laisse choir "Je veux"
Razor Boy Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen Performer(s): Steely Dan; Billy Goodrum
I hear you are singing a song of the past I see no tears I know that you know it may be the last For many years You'd gamble or give anything To be in with the better half But how many friends must I have To begin with to make you laugh
Chorus: Will you still have a song to sing When the razor boy comes And take your fancy things away Will you still be singing it On that cold and windy day
You know that the coming is so close at hand You feel all right I guess only women in cages can stand This kind of night I guess only women in cages Can play down The things they lose You think no tomorrow will come When you lay down You can't refuse
The Maker Said Take Her Composer(s): Mark Wright - Ron Rogers Performer(s): Alabama
I was taught to believe Never to doubt The man up above knew what hes Talking about So when I heard that voice So loud and clear Speak to my heart I knew that she must be near The maker said take her and love her forever Take care of her for life And treat her right I never was the one To listen very well I walk my own way And felt what I felt The further out of touch With the master plan Well she was like a flight to the promised land The maker said take her and love her forever Take care of her for life Never forsake her dont be a heart breaker The maker said take her And treat her right Just treat her right He placed an angle in the palm of my hand And for once in my life I obeied his commands Ill take her and love her forever Take care of her for life Never forsake her dont be a heart breaker The maker said take her And treat her right Just treat her right Just treat her right Take care of her for life Never forsake her dont be no heart breaker The maker said take her And treat her right Just treat her right For Life
J'irai dans la ville basse Chez Madame Lolita J'offrirai le champagne À ses filles sans joie On se fera la fête Jusqu'au petit matin J'irai dans la ville basse Chez Madame Lolita
J'irai dans la ville gaie J'irai chez Casino Je prendrai mes souvenirs Mon avenir et ma peau Et je jouerai coup sec Le tout sur le zéro J'irai dans la ville basse Chez Madame Lolita
Quand je serai trop vieux Pour dire je t'aime et le faire Quand je serai trop vieux Pour espérer vivre vieux Avant de quitter ici-bas Avant de grimper au bon Dieu Je ferai une de ces noubas Chez Madame Lolita
J'irai dans la ville triste Rue de la SPA Je chercherai un chien Un plus perdu que moi Si je n'en trouve pas J'irai voir côté chat J'irai dans la ville triste Rue de la SPA
Quand je serai trop vieux Pour dire je t'aime et le faire Quand je serai trop vieux Pour espérer vivre vieux Avant de quitter ici-bas Avant de grimper au bon Dieu Je ferai une de ces noubas Chez Madame Lolita
Quand je serai trop vieux Pour dire je t'aime et le faire Quand je serai trop vieux Pour espérer vivre vieux Avant de quitter ici-bas Avant de grimper au bon Dieu Je ferai une de ces noubas Chez Madame Lolita