Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Rain Song Composer(s): Robert Plant - Jimmy Page First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
This is the springtime of my loving - the second season I am to know You are the sunlight in my growing - so little warmth I felt before It isn't hard to feel me glowing - I watched the fire that grew so low It is the summer of my smiles - flee from me Keepers of the Gloom Speak to me only with your eyes it is to you I give this tune It isn't hard to recognise - these things are clear to all from time to time
Talk Talk - I felt the coldness of my winter I never thought it would ever go I cursed the gloom that set upon us but I know that I love you so but I know that I love you so
These are the seasons of emotion And like the winds they rise and fall This is the wonder of devotion - I see the torch we all must hold This is the mystery of the quotient Upon us all a little rain must fall
The Rain In Spain ((Dutch Version: Het Spaanse Graan (Wim Sonneveld)) Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe First performance/First release by: Rex Harrison, Julie Andrews, Robert Coote - 1956 Covered by multiple other artists
Servants: Poor Professor Higgins! Poor Professor Higgins! Night and day He slaves away! Oh, poor Professor Higgins! All day long On his feet Up and down until he's numb Doesn't rest Doesn't eat Doesn't touch a crumb! Poor Professor Higgins! Poor Professor Higgins! On he plods Against all odds Oh, poor Professor Higgins! Nine p.m. Ten p.m. On through midnight ev'ry night One a.m. Two a.m. Three...! Quit, Professor Higgins! Quit, Professor Higgins! Hear our plea Or payday we Will quit, Professor Higgins! Ay not I O not Ow Pounding pounding in our brain Ay not I O not Ow Don't say "Rine," say "Rain"...
Eliza The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
Henry By George, she's got it! By George, she's got it! Now, once again where does it rain?
Eliza On the plain! On the plain!
Henry And where's that soggy plain?
Eliza In Spain! In Spain!
The three The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain! The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
Henry In Hartford, Hereford, and Hampshire...?
Eliza Hurricanes hardly happen How kind of you to let me come!
Henry Now once again, where does it rain?
Eliza On the plain! On the plain!
Henry And where's that blasted plain?
Eliza In Spain! In Spain!
The three The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain! The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!
Città Vuota
((Adapted from: It's a Lonely Town (Lonely Without You) (Gene McDaniels) - 1963))
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman - Giuseppe Cassia
Performer(s): Mina - 1963
Le strade piene, la folla intorno a me mi parla e ride e nulla sa di te io vedo intorno a me chi passa e va ma so che la città vuota mi sembrerà se non ci sei tu c'e' chi ogni sera mi vuole accanto a sé ma non m'importa se i suoi baci mi darà io penso sempre a te, soltanto a te e so che la città vuota mi sembrerà se non torni tu come puoi tu vivere ancor solo senza me non senti tu che non finì il nostro amor le strade vuote deserte sempre più leggo il tuo nome ovunque intorno a me torna da me amor e non sarà più vuota la città ed io vivrò con te tutti i miei giorni tutti i mie giorni, tutti i miei giorni
G.T.O. Composer(s): John Wilkin Performer(s): Ronnie & The Daytonas
Little GTO, you're really lookin' fine Three deuces and a four-speed and a 389 Listen to her tachin' up now listen to her why-ee-eye-ine C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO
Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa (Ahhh, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
You oughta see her on a road course or a quarter mile This little modified Pon-Pon has got plenty of style She beats the gassers and the rail jobs, really drives 'em why-ee-eye-ild C'mon and turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO
Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GT") wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa (Ahhh, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
Gonna save all my money (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) and buy a GTO (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) Get a helmet and a roll bar (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) and I'll be ready to go (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) Take it out to Pomona (turnin' it on, blowin' it out) and let 'em know (turnin' it on, blowin' it out), yeah, yeah That I'm the coolest thing around Little buddy, gonna shut you down When I turn it on, wind it up, blow it out GTO
Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GTO) Wa-wa, (Yeah, yeah, little GT) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa (Yeah, yeah, little GT) Wa-wa (Ahhh, little GT) Wa, wa, wa, wa, wa, wa
The Race Is On Composer(s): Don Rollins First release by: Jimmie Gray - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
I feel tears wellin' up cold and deep inside Like my heart's sprung a big break And a stab of loneliness sharp and painful That I may never shake You might say that I was taking it hard Oh, she wrote me off with a call But don't you wager that I'll hide the sorrow When I may break right down and bawl?
Well, the race is on and here comes Pride up the backstretch Heartaches are going to the in-side My Tears are holding back They're tryin' not to fall My Heart's out of the running True Love's scratched for another's sake The race is on and it looks like Heartaches And the winner loses all
One day I ventured in love, never once suspectin' What the final result would be How I lived in fear of waking up each morning And thinkin' that you're gone from me There's ache and pain in my heart For today was the one that I hated to face Somebody new came up to win her I came out in second place
Well, the race is on and here comes Pride up the backstretch Heartaches are going to the in-side My Tears are holding back They're tryin' not to fall My Heart's out of the running True Love's scratched for another's sake The race is on and it looks like Heartaches And the winner loses all
Well, the race is on and here comes Pride up the backstretch Heartaches are going to the in-side My Tears are holding back They're tryin' not to fall My Heart's out of the running True Love's scratched for another's sake The race is on and it looks like Heartaches And the winner loses all
It's A Lonely Town (Lonely Without You)
((Italian Version: Città Vuota (Mina) - 1963))
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman
First release by: Gene McDaniels - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
The streets are crowded, people are everywhere The sounds of laughter and music fill the air Thousands of people walk and sing and talk along the avenue But it's a lonely town, lonely without you
I go out dancing with someone new each night And it means nothing if she lets me hold her tight 'Cause no one's warm embrace or lovely face can thrill me like you do But it's a lonely town, lonely without you
Where can you be? All of our friends keep asking me Where have you gone? Without you love I can't go on I feel l ike crying each time I hear your name 'Cause since you left me this town's just not the same
So come back home and then we'll live again The happiness we knew 'Cause it's a lonely town, lonely without you
Lonely without you Lonely without you Lonely without you Lonely without you ...
G.I. Jive Composer(s): Johnny Mercer Performer(s): Johnny Mercer; and various other artists
This is the G.I. Jive Man alive It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille Over your bed when you arrive Jack, that's the G. I. Jive Roodley-toot Jump in your suit Make a salute Boot!
After you wash and dress More or less You go get your breakfast In a beautiful little cafe they call The Mess Jack, when you convalesce Outta your seat Into the street Make with the feet Reet!
If you're a P-V-T, your duty Is to salute to L-I-E-U-T But if you brush the L-I-E-U-T The M-P makes you K-P on the Q-T
This is the G.I. Jive Man alive They give you a private tank That features a little device called fluid drive Jack, after you revive Chuck all your junk Back in the trunk Fall on your bunk Clunk!
Soon you're countin' jeeps But before you count to five Seems you're right back diggin' that G.I. Jive
Citizen Of The Planet Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Simon & Garfunkel
I am a citizen of the planet I was born here Im going to die here Come what may I am entitled by my birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be denied these No one must be denied Easy dreams At the end of a chain-smokin day Easy dreams at the end of the day
Who am I to believe That the future we perceive Lies in danger and the dangers increase Who are we to demand That the leaders of the land Hear the voices of reason and peace
We are the citizens of the planet We were born here Were going to die here Come what may We are entitled by our birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be denied these No one must be denied Easy dreams at the end of a chain-smokin day Easy dreams at the end of the day
Who am I to deny What my eyes can clearly see And raise a child with a flame in his heart Who are we to believe That these thoughts are so naïve When weve all disagreed from the start
We are the citizens of the planet We were born here Were gong to die here Come what may We are entitled by our birth To the treasures of the earth No one must be denied these No one must be denied Easy dreams at the end of a chain-smokin day Easy dreams at the end of the day
G.I. Haircut Performer(s): Spike Jones & his City Slickers
Gee, I got a G.I. haircut Gee, it's not a pretty haircut I am such an awful sad guy since I cut my hair Gee, I got a G.I. haircut And I wouldn't care but No more girls give me the glad eye With my head so bare. Army barbers sure are wizards Up and down they go with scissors Soon your hair is on the floor And "Boom" brother, there ain't no more When I told him how I want it Trimmed a bit with hair oil on it Nineteen yard birds held me there And Gee I got a G.I. haircut
(Johnny got a haircut, haircut, haircut Johnny got a haircut just like mine)
I dream of Johnny but his light brown hair Seems to be lying `neath an army barber's chair
No more side burns, they're too fancy Nothin' quite so fancy pantsy Says his stuff is what it's called And "Boom" brother, they leave you bald I was sure it wouldn't happen But the barber caught me nappin' When I climbed into his chair And Gee, I got a G.I. haircut
The Queen Of Hearts ((Swedish Version: När Du Tar Mej I Din Famn (Agnetha Fältskog)) Composer(s): Agnetha Fältskog - Ingela Forsman Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
So you're losing tonight Nothing seems to go right You keep playing the wrong cards, don't you Someone's throwing the dice And you need some advice So you listen to me now, won't you You don't know what's at stake That your heart's gonna break If you don't watch yourself tonight The Queen of Hearts is back in town Still wears the crown She does not intend to abdicate She'll be playing it cool She'll make you feel like a fool And you will never know if she will play it straight The Queen of Hearts is back again And it's you she wants my friend You'll see how well she knows her game You're a loser from the very start Because she deals for your heart For as long as you know You've been running the show Always played at the winning table Now you know you should leave There's no ace up your sleeve But you feel that you are unable And you know what's at stake That your heart's gonna break If you don't watch yourself tonight The Queen of Hearts is back in town Still wears the crown She does not intend to abdicate She'll be playing it cool She'll make you feel like a fool And you will never know if she will play it straight The Queen of Hearts is back again And it's you she wants my friend You'll see how well she knows her game You're a loser from the very start Because she deals for your heart
Citizen Kane
Composer(s): Skip Battin - Kim Fowley
Performer(s): The Byrds; The Flying Burrito Brothers
Fat ugly fat man swam In a red tire made of stone A painted lady paddled next to him With two poodles on her lap Garbo quietly picked a flower While the chauffeur won his check again And Barrymore took a noon day nap And diamonds fell like rain Cisco Kid and a bald headed waitress Trapped 'neath a bed of brass The french cook served them chocolates And some cold cuts on the grass Louilla ripped her zebra pants In the polo lounge And Errol Flynn was not let in Cause he was coming down
Up in Xanadu diamonds fell like rain Citizen Kane was king poor Citizen Kane
Valentino suddenly appeared In his midnight blue tuxedo Had a falcon on his shoulder Eating chicken from his hands And Fatty Arbuckle waddled by On way to the bath house green Frankenstein ate the leading lady And licked the carcass clean
Up in Xanadu diamonds fell like rain Citizen Kane was king poor Citizen Kane
G.I. Blues From the film "G.I. Blues" Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett Performer(s): Elvis Presley; HellBillys
They give us a room with a view of the beautiful Rhine They give us a room with a view of the beautiful Rhine Gimme a muddy old creek in Texas any old time
I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse
We get hasenpfeffer and black pumpernickel for chow We get hasenpfeffer and black pumpernickel for chow I'd blow my next month's pay for a slice of Texas cow
We'd like to be heroes, but all we do here is march We'd like to be heroes, but all we do here is march And they don't give the Purple Heart for a fallen arch
I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse
The frauleins are pretty as flowers, but we can't make a pass The frauleins are pretty as flowers, but we can't make a pass 'Cause there's always a sign saying: "Keepen sie off the grass"
I've got those hup, two, three, four occupation G.I. Blues From my G.I. hair to the heels of my G.I. shoes And if I don't go stateside soon I'm gonna blow my fuse
The Queen Of 1964 Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Anyone who's played on a record date Will remember Stage-Door-Jenny Well, I saw her last night and man, she looked Like she wasn't gettin' any (Awwwwwwwww!) Rock and roll kinda took its toll When she shed her inhibitions Too many scenes in limousines And dressing room intermissions
She was the queen of 1964 But the truth of the matter is Nobody wants her anymore There was a time she could've shown you how But nobody wants an overage groupie now
When it came to a superstar Jenny was a bragger She spread it all around to everyone in town That she once had Mick Jagger (Ooooooooooh!) There's no doubt when the truth comes out True love will always conquer She didn't get Mick but she got a kick And a black eye from Bianca
She was the queen of 1964 What a pity she became a shadow of the girl She was before She passed her prime, it seems a shame somehow But nobody wants an overage groupie now
I'm afraid that the Morning Trade Had a sad obiturary There'll be no more Jenny at the door They took her to the cemetary (Awwwwwwwwwww!) Just an autograph book and a stereo There was no one she was close ta She was found with her arms around An Elvis Presley poster
She was the queen of 1964 Tonight there'll be a moment of silence At the Troubadour There was a time she could've shown you how But nobody wants an overage groupie now But nobody wants an overage groupie now
Cities Composer(s): David Byrne Performer(s): Talking Heads
Think of London, a small city It's dark, dark in the daytime The people sleep, sleep in the daytime If they want to, if they want to
Chorus
I'm checking them out I'm checking them out I got it figured out I got it figured out There's good points and bad points Find a city Find myself a city to live in
There are a lot of rich people in Birmingham A lot of ghosts in a lot of houses Look over there!... A dry ice factory A good place to get some thinking done
Down el Paso way things get pretty spread out People got no idea where in the world they are They go up north and come back south Still got no idea where in the world they are Did I forget to mention, to mention Memphis Home of Elvis and the ancient greeks Do I smell? I smell home cooking It's only the river, it's only the river
(Give Me Back My) Name Composer(s): David Byrne Performer(s)): Talking Heads
There's a word for it And words don't mean a thing There's name for it And names make all the difference in the world Some things can never be spoken Some things cannot be pronounced That word does not exist in any language It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Let X make a statement Let breath pass through those cracked lips That man was my hero And now that word has been taken from us Some things can never be spoken Some things cannot be pronounced That word does not exist in any language It will never be uttered by a human mouth
Give me back my name Give me back my name Something has been changed in my life Something has been changed in my life Something must be returned to us Something must me returned to us
