Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Reach Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
It's Maine... And it's Autumn The birches have just begun turning It's life and it's dying The lobstermen's boats come returning With the catch of the day in their holds And the young boys cold and complaining The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining
It's father and son It's the way it's been done since the old days It's hauling by hand ten miles out From the land where their chow waits All the days get so lonely and long And seas grow so stormy and strong but The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along
And the morning will blow away As the waves crash and fall And the Reach like a siren sings As she beckons and calls As the coastline recedes from view And the seas swell and roll I will take from the Reach All that she has to teach To the depths of my soul
The wind brings a chill There's a frost on the sill in the morning It creeps through the door At the edge of the shore ice is forming Soon the northers will bluster and blow And the woods will be whitened with snowfall And the Reach will lie frozen For the lost and unchosen to row
And the morning will blow away As the waves crash and fall And the Reach like a siren sings As she beckons and calls As the coastline recedes from view And the seas swell and roll I will take from the Reach All that she has to teach To the depths of my soul
Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard - Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Danny Kaye & The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists
Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign He tells the native population that civilization is fine And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree That civilization is a thing for me to see
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What happens?) I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can get hurt that way Daniel?) At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see, Darling?) Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me
So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they do, Darling?) They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I'll stay where I "ahm" Civilization, I'll stay right here!
Répondez-Moi
((German Version: Antwortet Mir (by Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel; Chimène Badi
Je vis dans une maison sans balcon, sans toiture Où y a même pas d'abeilles sur les pots de confiture Y a même pas d'oiseaux, même pas la nature C'est même pas une maison J'ai laissé en passant quelques mots sur le mur Du couloir qui descend au parking des voitures Quelques mots pour les grands Même pas des injures Si quelqu'un les entend Répondez-moi Répondez-moi
Mon cur a peur d'être emmuré entre vos tours de glace Condamné au bruit des camions qui passent Lui qui rêvait de champs d'étoiles, de colliers de jonquilles Pour accrocher aux épaules des filles Mais le matin vous entraîne en courant vers vos habitudes Et le soir, votre forêt d'antennes est branchée sur la solitude Et que brille la lune pleine Que souffle le vent du sud Vous, vous n'entendez pas Et moi, je vois passer vos chiens superbes aux yeux de glace Portés sur des coussins que les maîtres embrassent Pour s'effleurer la main, il faut des mots de passe Pour s'effleurer la main Répondez-moi Répondez-moi
Mon cur a peur de s'enliser dans aussi peu d'espace Condamné au bruit des camions qui passent Lui qui rêvait de champs d'étoiles et de pluies de jonquilles Pour s'abriter aux épaules des filles Mais la dernière des fées cherche sa baguette magique Mon ami, le ruisseau dort dans une bouteille en plastique Les saisons se sont arrêtées aux pieds des arbres synthétiques Il n'y a plus que moi Et moi, je vis dans ma maison sans balcon, sans toiture Où y a même pas d'abeilles sur les pots de confiture Y a même pas d'oiseaux, même pas la nature C'est même pas une maison
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton Wah at the union hall Let's do the Ray Charles-ton It's a brand new call Come on come on baby Gonna have a ball Let's do the Ray Charles-ton And a do it right Let's do the Ray Charles-ton Oh puts you otta sight Hey come on come on baby Ray Charles-ton is here tonight Come on get it my baby [Kate] You've got what it takes To do the Ray Charles-ton Gonna do the Ray Charles-ton And a do it right Hey come on come on baby Ray Charles-ton is here tonight Come on baby [Kate] Come on shake that shake With a choopy chop, a choppy chop With a Boppety Bop, a boppety bop Come on come on baby Ray Charles-ton is here tonight Whow
You're the cutest thing I ever saw Your mommas gonna be my mother-in-law Yeoh
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton At the union hall Let's do the Ray Charles-ton Yeoh It's a brand new call Come on come on baby Gonna have a ball Hey come on a baby [Kate] Come on shake that shake With a choopy chop, a choppy chop With a Boppety Bop, a boppety bop Come on come on baby Ray Charles-ton is here tonight Let's go Ray Charles-ton is here tonight ough Bop Bop
Ciudades En Coma Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
La ciudad está partida en dos por las sirenas y los robocops son como alarmas que gimen de placer y los chicos salen de la discoteque y yo te busco nena yo te busco entre la multitud pero no hay nadie que responda ciudades en coma ciudades en coma
La ciudad de pronto enmudeció por el gas de nervios y la procesión todos los puentes que me llevaban a casa se incendiaron hoy, no podré volver nos veremos nena, bajo otro cielo bajo otro cielo encenderás mi fuego
Tiempo de amar a alguien ciudades en coma meterse dentro de alguien ciudades en coma Tiempo de amar a alguien ciudades en coma
Donde bailar cuando todo se acabe ser sobrevivientes o robots cobardes los hambrientos se han puesto en fila saquean la oficina de Naciones Unidas donde bailar cuando todo se acabe donde bailar cuando todo se acabe
y yo te busco nena yo te busco entre la multitud pero no hay nadie que responda
Tiempo de amar a alguien ciudades en coma meterse dentro de alguien ciudades en coma Tiempo de amar a alguien ciudades en coma meterse dentro de alguien ciudades en coma
Ciudad De Pobres Corazones
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez
En esta puta ciudad Todo se incendia y se va Matan a pobres corazones En esta sucia ciudad No hay que seguir ni parar Ciudad de locos corazones
No quiero salir a fumar No quiero salir a la calle con vos No quiero empezar a pensar quién puso la yerba en el viejo cajón
Buen día lexotanil Buen día señora Buen día doctor Maldito sea tu amor Tu inmenso reino y tu ansiado dolor ¿Qué es lo que quieres de mí? ¿Qué es lo que quieres saber? No me verás arrodillado
Dicen que ya no soy yo Que estoy más loco que ayer Y matan a pobres corazones
Rare Ould Times Composer(s): Pete St. John Performer(s): The Dubliners and multiple other artists
Raised on songs and stories Heroes of renown The passing tales and glories That once was Dublin Town The hallowed halls and houses The haunting childrens rhymes That once was Dublin City In the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey As the light declines I remember Dublin City In the rare ould times
My name it is Sean Dempsey As Dublin as can be Born hard and late in Pimlico In a house that ceased to be By trade I was a cooper Lost out to redundancy Like my house that fell to progress My trades a memory And I courted Peggy Dignan As pretty as you please A rogue and child of Mary From the rebel Liberties I lost her to a student chap With skin as black as coal When he took her off to Birmingham She took away my soul
Ring a ring a rosey As the light declines I remember Dublin City In the rare ould times
The years have made me bitter The gargle's dimmed me brain 'Cause Dublin keeps on changing And nothing seems the same The Pillar and the Met. have gone The Royal long since pulled down As the grey unyielding concrete Makes a city of my town
Ring a ring a rosey As the light declines I remember Dublin City In the rare ould times
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey I can no longer stay And watch the new glass cages That spring up along the Quay My mind's too full of memories Too old to hear new chimes I'm part of what was Dublin In the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey As the light declines I remember Dublin City In the rare ould times
River wind is icy Chills run through my bones Tides of life are ebbing out Between the cobblestones The streets are on fire With the burning sunrise And over the water I look in vain For love on someone's eyes
Oh city streets The stories that they tell Oh city streets They can be heaven they can be hell
Winter colored morning Gray and dirty brown Reflecting the mood I'm in Despair is all around. I long for sweet oblivion To make me from my pain Maybe bring me dreams of hope and faith So I can break this chain
Oh city streets The stories that they tell Oh city streets They can be heaven they can be hell
Lovers with their arms entwined Silhouettes against the light A warm bed is waiting as they head home After staying up all night For them the city is magic That's all they 've ever know I wish I could find the magic But I'm scared and I'm feeling so alone
Oh city streets The stories that they tell Oh city streets They can be heaven they can be hell
Oh city streets The stories they have known Oh city streets city streets city streets
Rentre Chez Toi Et Pleure Italian Titles: Meglio Per Te Se Piangi; Rifugiati Nel Pianto Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Rentre chez toi et pleure Moi j'ai tant pleuré pour toi J'en ai passé des heures A me tourmenter Sans pouvoir t'oublier
Laisse couler tes larmes Ton grand chagrin sur tes joues La vie a tant de charme Qu'elle effacera tout
Peines d'amour sont brèves Ce n'est qu'un mauvais rêve Dont tu t'éveilleras Crois-moi
Laisse crier ta peine Demain c'est un cri de joie Qui brisera tes chaînes Te ramenant vers moi
The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot First release by: Gordon Lightfoot - 1976 Covered by multiple other artists
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too T'was the witch of November come stealin' The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the Gales of November came slashin' When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin' Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said Fellas, it's been good t'know ya The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her They might have split up or they might have capsized May have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams The islands and bays are for sportsmen And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the Gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee' Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early!
The Rapper Composer(s): Dominic Ierace First release by: The Jaggerz - 1970
Hey girl, I bet you There's someone out to get you You'll find him anywhere On a bus, in a bar, in a grocery store He'll say "Excuse me, haven't I seen you somewhere before?" Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after So, he starts his rappin' Hoping something will happen He'll say he needs you A companion, a girl he can talk to He's made up his mind He needs someone to sock it to Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after He's made an impression So he makes a suggestion "Come up to my place For some coffee or tea or me" He's got you where he wants you Girl, you've gotta face reality Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after
City Of The Angels
Composer(s): Steve Perry - Gregg Rolie - Neal Schon
Performer(s): Journey
City of the angels City of the angels
Walkin and talkin and laughin About dreamin the things that you want will work out People in places where you want to be, Im lost in the city, whos got the key?
City of the angels Oo, I hear you callin me City of the angels
Ive got this feelin that things will work out Ive got this feelin, and there aint no doubt Im holdin on, hopin to find Life in this city can bring peace of mind
City of the angels Oo, I hear you callin me City of the angels
City of the angels Oo, I hear you callin me City of the angels
Just like, just like it used to be, yeah City of the angels
Rentaghost Composer(s): Michael Staniforth Performer(s): Michael Staniforth
If your mansion house needs haunting
just call Rentaghost We've got spooks and ghouls and freaks and fools at Rentaghost Hear the Phantom of the Opera sing a haunting melody Remember what you see is not a mystery but Rentaghost
At your party be a smarty and hire Rentaghost If you want a fright climb the spooky heights with Rentaghost You can let our spirits move you, and for fun play ghostman's knock Because we aim to shock, we hope you knees will knock, that's Rentaghost
Let me say the most terrific simple ghosts, not scientific May be supernatural ghoulies of the day Heavy footsteps in your attic means a spectre telepathic Is descending just to spirit you away, Ya-a-a-ay!
We are extraordinary fellahs here at Rentaghost To be another Uri Geller come to RRRRentaghost For a biography we've ghost writers And not forgetting a ghost script An apparition quipped from deep inside a crypt, ring Rentaghost An apparition quipped from deep inside a crypt, ring Rentaghost!
City Of New Orleans
Composer(s): Steve Goodman
First release by: Steve Goodman - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1973 - 'T Is Weer Voorbij Die Mooie Zomer (Gerard Cox)
1973 - Salut Les Amoureux (Joe Dassin)
1975 - Wann Wird's Mal Wieder Richtig Sommer (Rudi Carrell)
2003 - Een Memorabele Zomer (Tom van Stiphout & Paul Poelmans)
Riding on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central Monday morning rail
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The train pulls out at Kankakee
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields
Passin' trains that have no names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
And the sons of pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their father's magic carpets made of steel
Mothers with their babes asleep
Are rockin' to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Nighttime on The City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
Half way home, we'll be there by morning
Through the Mississippi darkness
Rolling down to the sea
And all the towns and people seem
To fade into a bad dream
And the steel rails still ain't heard the news
The conductor sings his song again
The passengers will please refrain
This train's got the disappearing railroad blues
Good night, America, how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
The Rainbow Connection Composer(s): Paul Williams - Kenny Ascher First release by: Jim Henson - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Why are there so many Songs about rainbows And what's on the other side Rainbow's are visions They're only illusions And rainbows have nothing to hide So we've been told and some chose to Believe it But I know they're wrong wait and see
Someday we'll find it The Rainbow Connection The lovers, the dreamers and me
Who said that every wish Would be heard and answered When wished on the morning star Somebody thought of that And someone believed it And look what it's done so far What's so amazing That keeps us star gazing What so we think we might see
Someday we'll find it That Rainbow Connection The lovers the dreamers and me
All of us under its spell we know that it's probably magic
Have you been half asleep And have you heard voices I've heard them calling my name Are these the sweet sounds that called The young sailors I think they're one and the same I've heard it too many times to ignore it There's something that I'm supposed to be
Someday we'll find it The Rainbow Connection The lovers, the dreamers and me
Wann Wird's Mal Wieder Richtig Sommer
((Adapted from: City Of New Orleans (Steve Goodman) - 1971))
Composer(s): Steve Goodman - Thomas Woitkewitsch
Performer(s): Rudi Carrell - 1975
Versions In Other Languages:
1973 - 'T Is Weer Voorbij Die Mooie Zomer (Gerard Cox)
1973 - Salut Les Amoureux (Joe Dassin)
2003 - Een Memorabele Zomer (Tom van Stiphout & Paul Poelmans)
Wir brauchten früher keine große Reise Wie wurden braun auf Borkum und auf Sylt Doch heute sind die Braunen nur noch Weiße Denn hier wird man ja doch nur tiefgekühlt Ja früher gab's noch Hitzefrei Das Freibad war schon auf im Mai Ich saß bis in die Nacht vor unserem Haus Da hatten wir noch Sonnenbrand und Riesenquallen an dem Strand, und Eis und jeder Schutzmann zog die Jacke aus
Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer - ein Sommer wie er früher einmal war? Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr
Und was wir da für Hitzewellen hatten Pulloverfabrikanten gingen ein Da gab es bis zu 40 Grad im Schatten Wir mußten mit dem Wasser sparsam sein Die Sonne knallte ins Gesicht da brauchte man die Sauna nicht Ein Schaf war damals froh wenn man es schor Es war hier wie in Afrika Wer durfte machte FKK Doch heut, heut summen alle Mücken laut im Chor
Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer - ein Sommer wie er früher einmal war? Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr
Der Winter war der Reinfall des Jahrhunderts Nur über tausend Meter gab es Schnee Mein Milchmann sagt: Dies Klima hier wen wunderts denn Schuld daran ist nur die SPD Ich find das geht ein bißchen weit doch bald ist wieder Urlaubszeit und wer von uns denkt da nicht dauernd dran Trotz allem glaub ich unbeirrt daß unser Wetter besser wird nur wann, und diese Frage geht uns alle an!
Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer - ein Sommer wie es früher einmal war? Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr
Wann wird's mal wieder richtig Sommer - ein Sommer wie es früher einmal war? Ja mit Sonnenschein von Juni bis September und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr
Und nicht so naß und so sibirisch wie im letzten Jahr
