Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Columbia, The Gem Of The Ocean Composer(s): David T. Shaw; Thomas A. Beckett Performer(s): Les Brown & His Orch. and various other artists
O Columbia the gem of the ocean The home of the brave and the free The shrine of each patriots devotion A world offers homage to thee Thy mandates make heroes assemble When libertys form stands in view Thy Banners make tyranny tremble When born by the red, white and blue
Refrain: When born by the red, white and blue When born by the red, white and blue Thy Banners make tyranny tremble When born by the red, white and blue
When war wingd its wide desolation And threatend our land to deform The ark then of freedoms foundation Columbia rode safe through the storm With her garlands of victry around her When so proudly she bore her brave crew With her flag proudly floating before her The boast of the red, white and blue
Refrain: The boast of the red, white and blue The boast of the red, white and blue With her flag proudly floating before her The boast of the red, white and blue
The wine-cup the wine-cup bring hither And fill you it true to the brim May the wreaths that have won neer wither Nor the star of their glory grow dim May the service united neer sever But they to their colors prove true The army and navy forever Three cheers for the red, white and blue
Refrain: Three cheers for the red, white and blue Three cheers for the red, white and blue The army and navy forever Three cheers for the red, white and blue
Rien N'a Changé Composer(s): Georges Moustaki Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant Où es-tu si loin mon amour Pourquoi es-tu si loin
Au café de nos rencontres je m'assieds à la terrasse J'y vois les mêmes amis les mêmes gens Poliment je les écoute je souris à leurs grimaces Mais c'est toi que je vois c'est toi que j'entends
Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant Où es-tu si loin mon amour Pourquoi es-tu si loin
Je m'arrête à la vitrine de la librairie d'en face Puis je repars les mains vides nez au vent Et je continue de vivre parmi les ombres qui passent Et ramènent mes souvenirs au présent
Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant Où es-tu si loin mon amour Pourquoi es-tu si loin
J'ai fait rentrer quelques bûches j'ai changé le lit de place Et j'ai fait repeindre les murs tout en blanc Mais les nuits semblent bien longues la solitude me glace Et le lit est devenu beaucoup trop grand
Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant
The Spanish Lady (Traditional) Performer(s): The Dubliners and multiple other artists
As I came up through Dublin City At the hour of twelve at night Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of angry coal In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so sweet about the sole
Whack for ma toora loora laddy Whack for ma toora loora lay Whack for ma toora loora laddy Whack for ma toora loora lay
As I came up through Dublin City At the hour of half-past-eight Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Brushing her hair by broad daylight First she brushed it, then she tossed it On her lap was a silver comb In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so fair as I did roam
As I came up through Dublin City As the sun was near to set Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Catching a moth in a golden net When she saw me, then she fled me Hitching her petticoat o'er her knee In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so blithe as the Spanish lady
I wandered north and I wandered south Through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond Back through Napper Tandy's house Old age has laid her hand on me Cold as a fire of ashen coal But where, oh where is the Spanish lady Neat and sweet about the sole?
Colt 45 Composer(s): Harold S. Hopper; Douglas Heyes Performer(s): Bunk Gardner
There was a gun that won the west There was a man among the best The fastest gun or man alive A lightning bolt when he drew that Colt 45
He carried the message of law and of order Into a wicked land With a Colt single action Army revolver Blazing in either hand
There was the right, there was the wrong The gun was quick, the man was strong And Peace was made when they arrived A lightning bolt when the drew that Colt 45
Rien Moins Que T'Aimer Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Je ne pouvais rien Rien moins que t'aimer Toi qui m'apportait Plus que tout au monde Et suivait du doigt mes rides profondes D'un oeil amusé
Je ne pouvais rien Rien moins que t'aimer Mettant à tes pieds Toutes mes faiblesses À toi qui m'offrait ta prime jeunesse Sans rien exiger
Je ne pouvais rien Moins que te chérir Contournant ma vie Pour suivre la tienne Partageant tes joies, tes rêves, tes peines Mes doutes accrochés à ton avenir
Quand sur mon chemin Menant au passé J'ai cueilli en toi Bien qu'à peine éclose Ma première joie, ma dernière rose Je ne pouvais C'est la moindre des choses Rien moins que t'aimer
The Spaniard That Blighted My Life Composer(s): Billy Merson Performer(s): Billy Merson and multiple other artists
List to me while I tell you Of the Spaniard that blighted my life List to me while I tell you Of the man who pinched my future wife
'Twas at the bull fight where we met him We'd been watching his daring display And while I went out for some nuts and a programme The dirty dog stole her away
Oh yes! Oh yes! But I've sworn that I'll have my revenge!
If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw! I'll find this bullfighter, I will And when I catch the bounder The blighter I'll kill He shall die! He shall die! He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti! He shall die! He shall die! For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion If I catch him bending tonight!
Yes, when I catch Spagoni He will wish that he'd never been born And for this special reason My stiletto I've fetched out of pawn
It cost me five shillings to fetch it This expense it has caused me much pain But the pawnbroker's promised when I've killed Spagoni He'll take it in pawn once again
Oh yes! Oh yes! So tonight there will be dirty work
If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw! I'll find this bullfighter, I will And when I catch the bounder The blighter I'll kill He shall die! He shall die! He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti! He shall die! He shall die! For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion If I catch him bending tonight!
I tracked him to London And he gave me the slip once again And they told me this morning That he'd doubled and gone back to Spain
But whatever it costs me I'll catch him Then no more will he give me the slip With my last one and ninepence on Sunday I'm going to Spain by the Sunday League Trip
Oh yes! Oh yes! And then the dark deed will be done
If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw! I'll find this bullfighter, I will And when I catch the bounder The blighter I'll kill He shall die! He shall die! He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti! He shall die! He shall die! For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion If I catch him bending tonight!
Colors Of The Spirit Composer(s): John Bettis; Jonathan Cain; Steve Perry; Neal Schon Performer(s): Journey
We are one, we are one Distant rhythm in a troubled sky Angry clouds divide the sun Feels like thunder and so do I Bloody silence has begun Flying like a wounded dove
Tomorrow comes undone Surrender don't come easily We try to get over... over Falling together... together
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one
Ask the question - what's goin' on Why raging children run Where's the father's legacy Where's the harvest of the son Close your eyes and tell me what you see I see the same thing... same thing
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one No, surrender don't come easily We try to get over... over
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one We are many... we are oneWe are one, we are one Distant rhythm in a troubled sky Angry clouds divide the sun Feels like thunder and so do I Bloody silence has begun Flying like a wounded dove
Tomorrow comes undone Surrender don't come easily We try to get over... over Falling together... together
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one
Ask the question - what's goin' on Why raging children run Where's the father's legacy Where's the harvest of the son Close your eyes and tell me what you see I see the same thing... same thing
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one No, surrender don't come easily We try to get over... over
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one We are many... we are one
Rien De Rien Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Pierre Roche Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!... Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Du matin à l'heure où je me couche Tout ici est calme et banal J'aimerais qu' 'y s'passe quequ' chose de louche De la prime ou du pas normal
Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Voici un couple qui murmure Et dans une chambre veut se glisser... Je devine une tendre aventure... Mais ils vont chacun d'leur côté!
Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!... Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien!... Il ne se passe jamais rien!... Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Deux hommes parlent à voix basse Discutant pleins d'animation Pour écouter, je change de place Mais hélas, je n'entends que "oui, non"
Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Ce qu'y s'passe pas, j'aimerais qu'ça s'passe Que ça s'passe ne serait-ce que pour moi Comme ça je verrais ce qu'y s'passe Et je pourrais dire qu'ça s'passe pas!
Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Et je me demande pourquoi! Rien ... Il ne se passe jamais rien!
Do You Wanna Go Party Composer(s): Harry Wayne "K.C." Casey - Richard Finch Performer(s): K.C. & The Sunshine Band
Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Do you wanna go party We'll get funky there, party Drink a little wine, party Have a funky time, party Come on baby, sexy lady Let's go out tonight We'll go party we'll go dancin' Let's go get satisfied Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Como on baby, sexy lady Let yourself unwind I wanna love you Kiss and hug you Make it last all night Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party
Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Do you wanna go party We'll get funky there, party Drink a little wine, party Have a funky time, party Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah
Do you wanna go party
Do you wanna go party We'll get funky there, party Drink a little wine, party Have a funky time, party Party Party Party (Repeat)
Colours Danish Title: Gul Er Farven På Min Elskedes Hår Composer(s): Donovan Originally performed by: Donovan Covered by various other artists
Yellow is the color of my true love's hair In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That's the time (That's the time) That's the time (That's the time) I love the best
Green is the color of the sparkling corn In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That's the time (That's the time) That's the time (That's the time) I love the best
Blue is the color of the sky In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That's the time (That's the time) That's the time (That's the time) I love the best
Mellow is the feeling that I get When I see her, uhh-hmm When I see her, oh yeah In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That's the time (That's the time) That's the time (That's the time) I love the best
Freedom is a word I rarely use Without thinking, oh yeah Without thinking, hm-m Of the time Of the time Of the time Of the time When I've been loved
Yellow is the color of my true love's hair In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That's the time (That's the time) That's the time (That's the time) I love the best
The South's Gonna Do It Again Performer(s): Charlie Daniels
Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time And the Tucker boys are cookin' down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still When old Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville People down in Georgia come from near and far To hear Richard Betts pickin' on his red guitar
So gather round gather round children Get down well just get down children Get loud well you can be loud and be proud And you can be proud here Be proud to a rebel 'cause the south's gonna do it again
Elvin Bishop's sittin' on a bale of hay He ain't good lookin' but he sure can play And there's ZZ Top and you can't forget That old brother Willie's gettin' soakin' wet And all the good people down in Tennessee Are diggin' barefoot Jerry and the CDB
So gather round gather round children Get down well just get down children Get loud well you can be loud and be proud And you can be proud here Be proud to a rebel 'cause the south's gonna do it again
Rien À Voir Composer(s): Henri Gougaud Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Des poèmes écrits sur les automobiles Un grand nu de Renoir peint sur le Sacré Coeur De longues femmes fleurs au sourire immobile Chantant au coin des rues des chansons crève-coeur
Et dans les prisons rien à voir Rien à voir rien à voir
Des fruits mal défendus et des filles gourmandes Cinglant vers le bonheur toutes voiles dehors Armstrong et Beethoven dans les champs de lavande "La vie en rose" hurlée aux monuments aux morts
Et dans les casernes rien à voir Rien à voir rien à voir
Des chemins tout tracés pour la joie des instables Des chemins qui ne vont à Rome ni ailleurs La multiplication des pains sur chaque table Par un Jésus faisant l'amour parmi les fleurs
Et dans les églises rien à voir Rien à voir rien à voir
Les vieux dans les pommiers et du vent dans les branches Les oiseaux de malheur enfin dynamités Un hymne national qui te prend par les hanches Pour te faire danser en plein coeur de l'été
Et dans le soleil tout à voir Tout à voir tout à voir
Ton Nom ((English Version: Sound Of Your Name (Charles Aznavour & Liza Minnelli)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon
Ton nom C'est un mot merveilleux, un appel qui jaillit Et de souffle en murmure aboutit à ce cri Déchirant par instant Le silence angoissant De la nuit
Ton nom Que répète ma voix et que reprend l'écho Met le trouble en mon âme Et tant qu'il vibre en moi Mon coeur ne connaît pas De repos
Ton nom Qui fait naître la joie où stagnait la peur C'est l'étoile qui luit dans le ciel de mon coeur Et me guide à travers Les sentiers escarpés Du bonheur
Ton nom A l'heure où l'ombre vient pour dépouiller le jour Se transforme pour moi en simple mot d'amour Et me fait prisonnier De la nuit, de toi et De ton nom
Ton nom Claque comme un drapeau planté comme un défi Sur la terre promise au rêveur que je suis Car il flotte à présent Dans l'azur, pour le temps De ma vie
Ton nom Que j'écris sur les murs, sur les arbres, partout Et le crie sur les toits, dans le vent comme un fou Que tu sois dans mes bras Ou perdue loin de moi Loin de tout
Ton nom C'est un son obsédant qui voltige dans l'air Il plane autour de moi, il me frôle et me serre Et joue à retourner Mon sang et mes pensées A l'envers
Ton nom Sur mes lèvres et mon corps rime avec mes désirs Il est tendre, il est chaud, il se dit à plaisir Et je ne peux sans faiblir Demain vivre ou mourir En ton nom
Coloured Rain Composer(s): Steve Winwood; Jim Capaldi; Chris Wood Originally performed by: Traffic Covered by various other artists
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain
Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah!
I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain
Sound Of Your Name ((French Version: Ton Nom (Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Herbert Kretzmer - Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour & Liza Minnelli
The sound of your name comes to me any hour On the wings of the wind, like the scent of a flower How can I explain its impossible power The sound of your name
The sound of your name is a valentine greeting A dare when it rings and a heart when it's beating And alone in a cell where all things keep repeating The sound of your name
Your name is a song that I long to be writing The music is strong and the words are inviting Exchangeable melodies, strangely exciting I found in your name
The sound of your name can bring times of desire That flares like a plane as it climbs ever higher That burns in my senses and turns then to fire The sound of your name
But love is a game that can't easily change The players discover the risk and the dangers We started as lovers, we ended as strangers Now where can I turn
Your name is the ghost of a chance that you gave me That original day, just enough when plainly And only my grief, what is there that can tame me If you don't return
As night in my dreams you are there, an obsession I whisper your name, I expel a confession You've entered my soul and you've taken possession And who can I blame
For you are the heaven on earth that I sigh for The high unattainable moon that I cry for As long as I live, I will live and I'll die for The sound of your name
Skeleton And The Roundabout Composer(s): Jeff Lynne Performer(s): The Idle Race
Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout I am the fairground man at heart I run the roundabout this part I fill this fair but custom have I none
I turn the handle round so fast it makes my elbow ache Nobody seems to care No-one rides upon my roundabout no longer anymore Oh what a horrid fair!
Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout
Money there is none - I'm thinner than a skeleton
But wait a minute, I'm so thin That all these aches and pains could be a chance for me I could be a horror or a ghost in a ghost train I think I'll go and see
I meet the man who runs the ghost train He says, "You're just great! I'll pay you top class wages If you'll just hang from this gate"
A year is passing lots of food and money come my way Oh lucky man am I But who's this telling me, "You're fired! You're much too fat to be a ghost, be on your way!" So here I am
Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout
