Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Soft Parade Composer(s): Jim Morrison First release by: The Doors - 1969
When I was back there in seminary school There was a person there Who put forth the proposition That you can petition the Lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer Petition the lord with prayer You cannot petition the lord with prayer!
Can you give me sanctuary I must find a place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum I can't make it anymore The Man is at the door
Peppermint, miniskirts, chocolate candy Champion sax and a girl named Sandy There's only four ways to get unraveled One is to sleep and the other is travel, da da One is a bandit up in the hills One is to love your neighbor 'till His wife gets home
Catacombs Nursery bones Winter women Growing stones Carrying babies To the river
Streets and shoes Avenues Leather riders Selling news The monk bought lunch
Ha ha, he bought a little Yes, he did Woo! This is the best part of the trip This is the trip, the best part I really like What'd he say? Yeah! Yeah, right! Pretty good, huh Huh! Yeah, I'm proud to be a part of this number
Successful hills are here to stay Everything must be this way Gentle streets where people play Welcome to the Soft Parade
All our lives we sweat and save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way Everything must be this way, yeah
The Soft Parade has now begun Listen to the engines hum People out to have some fun A cobra on my left Leopard on my right, yeah
The deer woman in a silk dress Girls with beads around their necks Kiss the hunter of the green vest Who has wrestled before With lions in the night
Out of sight! The lights are getting brighter The radio is moaning Calling to the dogs There are still a few animals Left out in the yard But it's getting harder To describe sailors To the underfed
Tropic corridor Tropic treasure What got us this far To this mild equator?
We need someone or something new Something else to get us through, yeah, c'mon
Callin' on the dogs Callin' on the dogs Oh, it's gettin' harder Callin' on the dogs Callin' in the dogs Callin' all the dogs Callin' on the gods
You gotta meet me Too late, baby Slay a few animals At the crossroads Too late All in the yard But it's gettin' harder By the crossroads You gotta meet me Oh, we're goin', we're goin great At the edge of town Tropic corridor Tropic treasure Havin' a good time Got to come along What got us this far To this mild equator? Outskirts of the city You and I We need someone new Somethin' new Somethin' else to get us through Better bring your gun Better bring your gun Tropic corridor Tropic treasure We're gonna ride and have some fun
When all else fails We can whip the horse's eyes And make them sleep And cry
Sewers Of The Strand Composer(s): Spike Milligan Performer(s): Spike Milligan; The Goons
Phew! Yes folks, I can understand their feelings because they are about to play
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand on a Sunday afternoon Sideways through the sewers of the Strand will be our honeymoon
Ankle deep folks in sludge dear we'll walk hand in hand They do say that the sewers of the Strand are the finest in the land
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand will be paradise for two Who cares if the atmosphere is blue
'Cause there's nothing wrong with a good old British pong Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you...
Ah my darling little bride We meet by accident, folks -- she ran over me with a tram
Her name was Buler, mine was Jim I was glad they called me Jim, folks, because that was my name
I found that she had been going out with an Irish dentist called Phil McCavity He walked with a pronounced limp -- l-i-m-p pronounced limp, folks Oh the worry turned me grey This gave me a strange appearance as I was bald at the time Ah, the first time I met her was late early one morning in Spring There was a heavy dew on the grass -- he had just been thrown out of a synagogue for eating during the sermon I told her 'Darling, let me take you away from the squalor you live in, and live in the squalor I live in' So, we were married in the Spring, folks We had the reception in the pond There was plenty to drink folks And then off we went! Folks! Sideways through those naughty sewers of the naughty Strand will be a paradise for two (not one but two, folks) Who cares if the atmosphere is blue (phew!) 'Cause there's nothing wrong (is there) with a good old old British Pong! Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you I don't mean maybe...
Coeur De Rocker Dutch Title: Met Rock' N Roll In Mijn Hart Composer(s): Luc Plamondon; Julien Clerc Originally performed by: Julien Clerc
Cur de rocker, cur de rocker
J'n'étais encore qu'un enfant d'chur Qu'j'avais déjà un cur de rocker J'n'aimais pas beaucoup l'école Je n'vivais qu'pour mes idoles yé yé yé
J'n'étais encore qu'un teenager Qu'j'suis parti vivre ma vie en outsider Mon père voulait me ret'nir Tout c'qu'il a trouvé à m'dire C'est: "tu vas faire mourir ta mère"
Avec mon cur de rocker J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime Oui, mais maman, j't'aimais quand même Comme personne t'as jamais aimée Avec mon cur de rocker J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime
Oui mais Baby j't'aimais quand même Comme personne t'a jamais aimée
Oui mais Baby j't'aimais quand même Comme j'pourrai plus jamais aimer.
De toutes les filles qui m'ont fait craquer La seule que j'ai vraiment aimée C'est celle qui m'a quitté J'ai été bien embêté hé hé hé
C'est vrai qu'j'étais pas très fidèle Mais j'étais totalement fou d'elle J'ai voulu la retenir Tout c'qu'elle a trouvé à me dire C'est: "Tu vas finir ta vie tout seul"
Avec mon cur de rocker J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime Oui, mais maman, j't'aimais quand même Comme personne t'as jamais aimée Avec mon cur de rocker J'ai jamais su dire je t'aime
Ricky Composer(s): William Sheller Performer(s): Nicoletta
On jouait aux indiens dans la plaine On se connaissait à peine Que depuis quelques heures J'étais la Parisienne Que, d'un sourire moqueur On envoie aux fontaines Aller cueillir des fleurs
Sont venus au fil des semaines Les soirs où l'on se promène Dans les bois qui font peur Sa main a pris la mienne Et, de gêne en douceur Avec le peuple Cheyenne Il est entré dans mon cur
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant Et j'étais belle à ses côtés Ooh, Ricky marchait devant J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier
Sous les yeux des gens qui comprennent Tous les enfants qui s'aiment Nous jouiions au bonheur Je serai toujours la même Tu seras toujours meilleur Toi le roi, moi la reine Allongés dans les fleurs
Puis il a fallu qu'on apprenne Ce qu'est avoir de la peine Le train part de bonne heure Et, pendant qu'il m'emmène Les yeux d'un indien qui pleure Avec le peuple Cheyenne Resteront dans mon cur
Ooh, Ricky marchait devant Et j'étais belle à ses côtés Ooh, Ricky marchait devant J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier Ooh, Ricky marchait devant Et j'étais belle à ses côtés Ooh, Ricky marchait devant J'ai bien du mal à l'oublier...
The Snowman Composer(s): Phillip Crosby Performer(s): Bing Crosby; Frank Sinatra
On a Christmas Eve a happy snowman Stood and dreamed beside a cottage door How the children loved their friend the snowman And the funny fedora he wore
When they said goodnight they told the snowman That a gift for him was on the tree So he called himself a lucky snowman Just like one of the family was he
The cottage porch looked beautiful and bright The holly wreath was turned on for the night When all at once it caught on fire and fell He couldn't knock, he couldn't ring the bell He couldn't run for help, he couldn't call But then he had to save the children after all
He knew he'd melt away, and yet the snowman Threw himself across the burning floor How the children missed their friend the snowman But they'll always remember him for A heart that was brave and the joy that he gave And the funny fedora he wore
The Seventh Son Composer(s): Willie Dixon - Willie Mabon First release by: Willie Mabon - 1955 Covered by multiple other artists
Everybody's talking about the seventh son In the whole wide world there is only one
And I'm the one, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
I can tell your future, it will come to pass I can do things to you make your heart feel glad Look in the sky, predict the rain Tell when a woman's got another man
I'm the one, oh I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
I can talk these words that will sound so sweet They will even make your little heart skip a beat Heal the sick, raise the dead Make the little girls talk out of their heads
I'm the one, oh I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
I can talk these words that will sound so sweet They will even make your little heart skip a beat Heal the sick, raise the dead And make the little girls talk out of their heads
I'm the one, oh I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
I'm the one, hey, hey I'm the one Oh, I'm the one, babe Oooo, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son I'm the one, I'm the one The one they call the seventh son
Coeur De Loup Composer(s): Philippe Lafontaine; Juan D'Oultremont Originally performed by: Philippe Lafontaine
Cur de Loup Pas le temps de tout lui dire Pas le temps de tout lui taire Juste assez pour tenter la satyre Qu'elle sente que j'veux lui plaire Sous le pli de l'emballage La lubie de faufiler La folie de rester sage si elle veut De n'pas l'embrasser Quand d'un coup d'aile se déplume Mon illet luit fait de l'il Même hululer sous la lune ne m'fait pas peur Pourvu qu'elle veuille
Je n'ai qu'une seule envie Me laisser tenter La victime est si belle Et le crime est si gai
Pas besoin de beaucoup Mais pas de peu non plus Par le biais d'un billet fou Lui faire savoir que j'n'en peux plus C'est le cas du kamikaze C'est l'abc du condamné Le légionnaire qui veut l'avantage des voyages Sans s'engager Elle est si frêle esquive Sous mes bordées d'amour Je suppose qu'elle suppose Que je l'aimerai toujours Le doigts sur l'aventure Le pied dans l'inventaire Même si l'affaire n'est pas sûre Ne pas s'enfuir Ne pas s'en faire
Je n'ai qu'une seule envie Me laisser tenter La victime est si belle Et le crime est si gai
Cur de loup Peur du lit Séduis-la Sans délais Suis le swing C'est le coup de gong du king Bong! Cur de loup M'as-tu lu L'appel aux Gais délits Sors du ring C'est le coup de gong du king Bong!
Pas le temps de tout lui dire Ni de quitter la scène Yep! Elle aura beau rougir De toute façon il faut qu'elle m'aime Je n'ai qu'un seule envie Me laisser tenter......................
Cur de loup Peur du lit Séduis-la Sans délai Où elle est O La La Beau colis Joli lot Cur de loup M'as-tu lu L'appel aux Gais délits En dit long Mets l'hola C'est joli Quand c'est laid
Rickety Tickety Tin Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): The Womenfolk
About a maid I'll sing a song ... sing rickety tickety tin About a maid I'll sing a song who didn't have her family long Not only did she do them wrong She did very one of them in, them in, she did every one of them in
Her mother she could never stand ... sing rickety tickety tin He mother she could never stand and so a cyanide soup she planned The mother died with a spoon in her hand, And her face in a hideous grin, a grin, her face in a hideous grin
One morning in a fit of pique ... sing rickety tickety tin One morning in a fit of pique she pushed her father in the creek the water tasted bad for a week, and we had to make do with gin with gin, we had to make do with gin
She set her sister's hair on fire ... sing rickety tickety tin She set her sister's hair on fire and as the smoke and flames rose higher She danced around the funeral pyre, playing a violin, 'olin, playing a violin
She weighted her bother down with stones She weighted her bother down with stones and sent him off to Davy Jones All they ever found were some bones and occasional pieces of skin of skin, ocasional pieces of skin
One day when she had nothing to do .... sing rickety tickety tin One day when she had nothing to do she cut her baby brother in two And served him up as an irish stew, and invited the neighbours in 'bours in, invited the neighbours in
And when at last the police came by ... sing rickety tickety tin And when at last the police came by her little pranks she did not deny For to do so she would have had to lie, and lying she knew was a sin a sin, lying she knew was a sin
My tragic tale I won't prolong ... sing rickety tickety tin My tragic tale I won't prolong and if you do not enjoy my song You've yourself to blame if it's too long, you should never have let me begin, begin you should never have let me begin
Do You Love Me Composer(s): Harry Ruby Performer(s): Dick Haymes and multiple other artists
Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? Tell me do you? Do I really mean the whole world to you? Do you get a glimpse of heaven When your lips meet mine? Do nightly dreams of me pursue you? Do I thrill you? Do I thrill you? Do I thrill you when I cuddle closer to you? Was your life a bore before I knew you? Tell me do I send that certain feeling surging through you? If you love me, tell me that you do
Do I thrill you? Do I thrill you? Do I thrill you when I cuddle closer to you? Was your life a bore before I knew you? Tell me do I send that certain feeling surging through you? If you love me, tell me that you do
The Seventh Seal Composer(s): Alex Van Halen - Eddie Van Halen - Michael Anthony - Sammy Hagar Performer(s): Van Halen
Walk me down to the wishing well help me find that miracle splash that holy water on me drown my faith in trinity, yeah! oh yeah Little by little, gonna get it, I swear one more piece of the puzzle, I'm there gotta get lucky gotta get that done little bit of luck never hurt no one come on take me down, down, down... I'm in a cold sweat Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown in mother earth's soul, yet under darken skies we'll see the light broken now I can't help but feel someone cracked the seventh seal nothing sacred, nothing left unturned when nothing's simple then nothing's learned so take me down to the virgin spring wash away my suffering, oh splash that holy water on me wash my eyes so I can see come on take me down, down, down... I'm in a cold sweat Lord don't let me drown, drown, drown, drown in mother earth's soul, not yet Lord I think I found, found, found... my mother lode, hey down, down, down, down, down, down take me down, down, down, down... take me
Coeur De Dieu Composer(s): Soeur Sourire (The Singing Nun) Performer(s): Jeanine Deckers
Dans le coeur de Dieu J'ai trouvé tous les amours du monde Dans le coeur de Dieu Les amitiés des hommes Dans le coeur de Dieu J'ai trouvé tous les amours du monde Qui chantaient, qui dansaient, Dans le coeur de Dieu Tous les fiancés de la terre Sont nés de l'amour de Dieu Et leur route de lumière Les conduit au coeur de Dieu Toutes les amitiés du monde Les éveille au joies de Dieu Toutes les vies de prière Sont nées de l'amour de Dieu Elles vont pauvres et légères Consacrées au coeur de Dieu
The Snake Composer(s): Oscar Brown Jr. First release by: Oscar Brown Jr. - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
On her way to work one morning Down the path along side the lake A tender hearted woman saw a poor half frozen snake His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew "Poor thing," she cried, "I'll take you in and I'll take care of you" "Take me in tender woman Take me in, for heaven's sake Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
She wrapped him all cozy in a comforter of silk And laid him by her fireside with some honey and some milk She hurried home from work that night and soon as she arrived She found that pretty snake she'd taken to had bee revived "Take me in, tender woman Take me in, for heaven's sake Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
She clutched him to her bosom, "You're so beautiful," she cried "But if I hadn't brought you in by now you might have died" She stroked his pretty skin again and kissed and held him tight Instead of saying thanks, the snake gave her a vicious bite "Take me in, tender woman Take me in, for heaven's sake Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake "I saved you," cried the woman "And you've bitten me, but why? You know your bite is poisonous and now I'm going to die" "Oh shut up, silly woman," said the reptile with a grin "You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in "Take me in, tender woman Take me in, for heaven's sake Take me in, tender woman," sighed the snake
September Of My Years Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - James Van Heusen Performer(s): Frank Sinatra and multiple other artists
One day you turn around, and it's summer Next day you turn around, and it's fall And suddenly, all the springs and winters of a lifetime Whatever happened to them all
As a man, who has always had the wandering ways Now I'm looking back on yesterdays 'Til a long forgotten love appears
And I find, I'm sighing softly as I near September, the warm September of my years
As a man, who has never paused at wishing wells Now I'm watching children's carousels And their laughter's music to my ears
And I find, I'm smiling gently as I near September, the warm September of my years The golden warm September of my years
Coeur Blessé English Title: Broken Heart Composer(s): Georges Aber; John D. Loudermilk; Ralph Siegel Performer(s): Petula Clark
Cur blessé, torturé par tout le mal que tu m'as fait au fond c'était perdu d'avance il ne reste aucune chance alors adieu moi je m'en vais
J'ai le cur blessé à tout jamais il y a de quoi vous rendre fou quand on a tout perdu d'un coup adieu je m'en vais le cur gros il faut croire que c'était trop beau
Cur blessé, torturé par tout le mal que tu m'as fait rien ne pourra calmer ma peine je sais, quoi qu'il advienne je ne pourrai plus t'oublier
Richard Cory Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel; and various other artists
They say that Richard Cory Owns one-half of this here town With political connections Spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child He had everything a man could want Power, grace and style
But I, work in his factory And I curse the life I'm livin' And I curse my poverty That I wish that I could be Yeah, I wish that I could be Lord, I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
Paper's print his pictures Almost everywhere he go Richard Cory at the opera Richard Cory at the show
And the rumours of his a-parties And the orgies on his yacht Well, he surely must be happy With everythang that he has got
But I, work in his factory And I curse the life I'm livin' And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be I wish that I could be, yea-ah I wish that I could be, Richard Cory
He freely gave to charity And had that common touch They were grateful for his patronage And thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder When the evenin' headlines read That Richard Cory went home last night And put a bullet through his head, hu
But I, I, I, work in his factory And I, I don't don't dig the life I'm livin' And I don't dig my poverty And I wish that I could be Yeah, an' I wish that I could be Well, wish that I could be, Richard Cory
Ay-hey, I wish that I could be I wish that I could be Sometime, I wish that I could be A-just like a-Richard Cory Just li-iiiiiiike, a-Richard Cory A-Richard Cory
The Smiths And The Jones Composer(s): K. Twomey - A. Goodhart - I. Joseph Performer(s): Flanagan & Allen
Whos building the ships, whos buying the planes Whos manning the tanks and the guns? Its the Smiths and the Jones And the Kellys and Cohens Theyre all democracys sons
Who fights in the north, who fights in the south Who fights in the east and the west? Its the Smiths and the Jones And the Kellys and Cohens Theyre all democracys best
Oh they wont be back till they attack While theres a job that must be done
Whos sweethearts will yearn until they return And wholl be the happiest one? But the Smiths and the Jones And the Kellys and Cohens Theyre all democracys sons
We the people are working night and day To set the whole world free And when I say we, its easy to see that I mean you and me
Whos building the planes? Whos building the tanks? Whos launching the ships by the ton? Its the Smiths and the Jones And the Kellys and Cohens Theyre all democracys sons
Their aim is the same so whats in a name Theres just one desire to win And the Smiths and the Jones And the Kellys and Cohens Theyve just begun to begin
Oh. They never stop till theyre on top Why theres a job that must be done
Whos paying the tax? Whos buying the bombs? Whos filling the treasury funds Its the Smiths and the Jones And the Kellys and Cohens Theyre all democracys sons
Right is on their side, theyll fight with pride And bring us victory
And last but not least theyll mop up in the east And then the united has won With the Smiths and the Jones And the Kellys and Cohens Theyre all democracys sons
Prends La Vie Comme Elle Vient ((Adapted from: Do What You Do, Do Well (Ned Miller) - 1964)) ((Danish Version: Gør Hvad Du Kan (Gustav Winckler) - 1965)) Composer(s): Ned Miller - Georges Aber - Claude Carrère Performer(s): Sheila - 1966
La maison de tes rêves Est en train de brûler Elle s'en va en fumée, Alors, qu'est-ce que tu ferais Si cela devait arriver?
Prends la vie comme elle vient, oui Prends la vie comme elle vient C'est le secret de grand-père qui disait Mais oui, prends la vie comme elle vient
Tu viens de faire fortune Mais dans un jeu d'enfer D'un seul coup, tu la perds Dis, qu'est-ce que tu vas faire? Te voilà dans la misère
Prends la vie comme elle vient, oui Prends la vie comme elle vient C'est le secret de grand-père qui disait Mais oui, prends la vie comme elle vient
Si ton amour te quitte Vas-tu t'avouer vaincu? Ton coeur n'en peut plus Alors que fais-tu? Ne dis pas "Tout est perdu"
Prends la vie comme elle vient, oui Prends la vie comme elle vient C'est le secret de grand-père qui disait Mais oui, prends la vie comme elle vient
Si tout cela t'arrive Avec tous ces malheurs Si tu en sors vainqueur Ce jour-là, pas d'erreur Tu auras droit au bonheur
Prends la vie comme elle vient, oui Prends la vie comme elle vient C'est le secret de grand-père qui disait Mais oui, prends la vie comme elle vient
Code Of Love Composer(s): Gary Kemp Performer(s): Spandau Ballet
He put so much into her life She took so much out of his It was a crucial assignment No-one ever asked for this It was a little confusing He thought he knew what to do But now theyre walking in silence Little girl, and soldier blue Well she wrote you a song saying that she approved But you didnt understand And when love comes along its just a catcher in the rye Its hard to make those long term plans Well its the code of love You dont understand her Well its the code of love You could never ask for more They made a certain agreement Hes bound to do what hes told He ran back home with the message Screwed up in a pocket cold She sat at home with her reason A sour note and a tear But love comes home for the season Breaking down the walls of fears Well its the code of love You dont understand her Well its the code of love You could never ask for more
Richard Composer(s): Léo Ferré Performer(s): Léo Ferré; Marc Robine
Les gens
il conviendrait de ne les connaître que disponibles A certaines heures pâles de la nuit Près d'une machine à sous, avec des problèmes d'hommes simplement Des problèmes de mélancolie Alors, on boit un verre, en regardant loin derrière la glace du comptoir Et l'on se dit qu'il est bien tard...
Richard, ça va?
Nous avons eu nos nuits comme ça moi et moi Accoudés à ce bar devant la bière allemande Quand je nous y revois des fois je me demande Si les copains de ces temps-là vivaient parfois
Richard, ça va?
Si les copains cassaient leur âme à tant presser Le citron de la nuit dans les brumes pernod Si les filles prenaient le temps de dire un mot A cette nuit qui les tenait qui les berçait
Richard, ça va?
A cette nuit comme une sur de charité Longue robe traînant sur leurs pas de bravade Caressant de l'ourlet les pâles camarades Qui venaient pour causer de rien ou d'amitié Nous avons eu nos nuits...
Richard eh! Richard!
Les gens, il conviendrait de ne les connaître que disponibles A certaines heures pâles de la nuit Près d'une machine à sous avec des problèmes d'hommes, simplement Des problèmes de mélancolie Alors on boit un verre en regardant loin derrière la glace du comptoir Et l'on se dit qu'il est bien tard...
Richard! encore un p'tit pour la route? Richard! encore un p'tit pour la route? Eh! m'sieur Richard encore un p'tit pour la route? Allons! Richard... Richard... encore un p'tit!
