Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine (Anymore) Composer(s): Bob Crewe - Bob Gaudio First release by: Frankie Valli - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Le Soleil Ne Brille Plus (Richard Anthony) 1966 - Il Sole Non Tramonterà (The Casuals)
Loneliness is the cloak you wear A deep shade of blue is always there The sun ain't gonna shine anymore The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky The tears are always clouding your eyes When you're without love... ba-a-a-a-by
Emptiness is the place you're in Nothing to lose but no more to win The sun ain't gonna shine anymore The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky The tears are always clouding your eyes When you're without love
Lonely, without you, baby Girl, I need you I can't go o-o-o-o-on
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore The sun ain't gonna shine anymore The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky The moon ain't gonna rise in the sky The tears are always clouding your eyes The tears are always clouding your eyes (Sun ain't gonna shine anymore) When you're without love... ba-a-a-a-by
The sun ain't gonna shine anymore The sun ain't gonna shine anymore The sun ain't gonna shine anymore The sun ain't gonna shine anymore...
Come Back To Sorrento ((aka Surrender (Elvis Presley) - 1960/1961; Take Me In Your Arms (Dean Martin) - 1962)) (Adapted from: Torna A Surriento - 1902) Composer(s): Giambattista De Curtis - Ernesto De Curtis Performer(s): Dean Martin - 1951 and multiple other artists
Sunlight dances on the sea Tender thoughts occur to me I have often seen your eyes In the nighttime when I dream When I pass a garden fair And the scent is in the air In my mind a dream awakes And my heart begins to break But you said goodbye to me Now all I can do is grieve Can it be that you forgot? Darling forget me not! Please don't say farewell And leave this heart that's broken Come back to Sorrento So I can mend
Ringard Pour Le Reggae Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Tu voudrais hurler mais t'es queen Tu voudrais être in t'es has been Tu voudrais mordre mais tu lèches Tu voudrais déchirer mais tu caresses Tu voudrais cogner mais tu mouilles Tu voudrais dénoncer tu magouilles Tu voudrais t'éclater mais la mèche est mouillée
T'es un ringard pour le reggae T'es un zonard qu'a des papiers T'es un loubard des beaux quartiers Rock and roll et parfum anglais
Tu voudrais vivre tu fonctionnes Tu voudrais suivre tu t'cramponnes Tu voudrais aimer tu adores Tu voudrais dévorer tu picores Tu voudrais être Cream and the Square Tu voudrais Marylin mais c'est trop cher Tu voudrais des pavés mais tout est moquetté
Y a des patins dans les idées Y a des strass sur tes croix gammées T'es un kid de l'avenue Mozart Un hell's angel d'la rue Mouffetard
T'es un ringard pour le reggae T'es un zonard qu'a des papiers T'es un loubard des beaux quartiers Rock and roll et parfum anglais
Il Sole Non Tramonterà ((Adapted from: The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine (Anymore) (Frankie Valli) - 1965)) ((French Version: Le Soleil Ne Brille Plus (Richard Anthony) - 1966)) Composer(s): Bob Crewe - Bob Gaudio - Nisa Performer(s): The Casuals - 1966
Quando tu tornerai da me il mondo per noi si, cam biera' il sole non vedrai tramontar il giorno non vedrai mai finir nessuno si amera' come noi mai come noi oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh gli occhi tuoi cercheranno i miei felice con me ti sentirai il sole non vedrai tramontar il giorno non vedrai mai finir nessuno si amera' come noi mai come noi vieni t'aspetto sempre tutto azzurro diventerai il sole non vedrai tramontar il giorno non vedrai mai finir nessuno si amera' come noi mai come noi oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh il sole non vedrai tramontar il giorno non vedrai mai finir nessuno si amera' come noi mai come noi oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh il sole non vedrai tramontar il giorno non vedrai mai finir nessuno si amera' come noi mai come noi mai come no
Ich Bau Dir Ein Schloss Composer(s): G. Kaleta; H. Hee; W. Roloff Performer(s): Heintje
Ich bau dir ein Schloss, so wie im Märchen Da wohn ich mit dir, dann ganz allein Ich bau dir ein Schloss, wenn ich einst gross bin da kannst du dort wohn und glücklich sein
Der blaue Himmel schaut auf uns herab sagt dir jeden Tag, wie lieb ich Dich hab Und alle Wolken zieh'n so schnell vorbei am Traumschloss für uns zwei
Ich bau dir ein Schloss, du wirst schon sehen bald bin ich schon gross, dann zieh'n wir ein Wo Blumen für Dich im Garten stehen da wird jeder Tag ein Sonntag sein
Der blaue Himmel schaut auf uns herab sagt dir jeden Tag, wie lieb ich Dich hab Und alle Wolken zieh'n so schnell vorbei am Traumschloss für uns zwei am Traumschloss für uns zwei
Ring, Ring, I've Got To Sing Performer(s): Ferre Grignard
Well, don't cry my baby Don't you cry all the while Don't cry my baby Just give me a smile Seen my daddy die in the war Seen my mama a-die crying for him
Ring, ring Well, I've got to sing Ring, ring Well, I've got to sing De dam dadda de day .
They call me a hounddog They call me a liar It's all 'cause of my colour They want me to hide They're talking about freedom Of religion and race But if you are a negro They slap you in the face So what are you fighting for They send 'm off to sea Well, I couldn't stand more words I'm gonna stop free Well, I'm still happy So don't cry my babe Together we'll just try for Being free people some day
Le Soleil Ne Brille Plus ((Adapted from: The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine (Anymore) (Frankie Valli) - 1965)) ((Italian Version: Il Sole Non Tramonterà (The Casuals) - 1966)) Composer(s): Bob Crewe - Bob Gaudio - Richard Anthony Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1966
Je n'ai plus que des jours sans joie Des matins brumeux où tout est froid
Le soleil ne brille plus dans le ciel La lune a perdu tout son éclat La vie est monotone et sans joie Quand on est sans amour
Pourquoi?
La tristesse ne me quitte pas Y a plus d'espoir quand l'amour s'en va
Le soleil ne brille plus dans le ciel La lune a perdu tout son éclat La vie est monotone et sans joie Quand on est sans amour
Si seul dans les rues vides J'ai besoin de toi, reviens vers moi
Le soleil ne brille plus dans le ciel La lune a perdu tout son éclat La vie est monotone et sans joie Le soleil ne brille plus dans le ciel Quand on est sans amour
Pourquoi?
Le soleil ne brille plus dans le ciel Le soleil ne brille plus dans le ciel Le soleil ne brille plus dans le ciel Le soleil ne brille plus dans le ciel
Come Back To Playland With Me Composer(s): Maud Lambert
The lovelight is bright in your eye, dear Mem'ries are bringing you joy I know you are thinking of childhood The land of the girl and the boy Come let's have day dreams together Wander once more hand in hand Back to those days with their boy and girl ways Playmates in dear old Playland
Let's visit the old fashioned haunts, dear Travel on memories train And soon we'll be strolling through childhood Our hearts will be glad once again Let's linger long o'er each fancy Each one will bring joy and sublime Each passing year will enfold charms so dear Playmates at dear old Playtime
Playland, Playland Land of nursery rhymes Boys and girls in golden curls "Ring a rosey" times Childish games we played, dear When our hearts were free Mem'ries embraces will bring old faces So come back to Playland with me
Ring Ring Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Stig Anderson; Phil Cody; Neil Sedaka; Björn Ulvaeus Performer(s): ABBA; and various other artists
I was sitting by the phone I was waiting all alone Baby by myself I sit and wait and wonder about you It's a dark and dreary night Seems like nothing's going right Won't you tell me honey how can I go on here without you?
Yes I'm down and feeling blue And I don't know what to do, oh-oh
Ring, ring, why don't you give me a call? Ring, ring, the happiest sound of them all Ring, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall And I sit all alone impatiently Won't you please understand the need in me So, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call? So, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?
You were here and now you're gone Hey did I do something wrong? I just can't believe that I could be so badly mistaken Was it me or was it you? Tell me, are we really through? Won't you hear me cry and you will know that my heart is breaking
Please forgive and then forget Or maybe darling better yet, oh-oh
Ring, ring, why don't you give me a call? Ring, ring, the happiest sound of them all Ring, ring, I stare at the phone on the wall And I sit all alone impatiently Won't you please understand the need in me So, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call? So, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call? Oh-oh, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call? So, ring, ring, why don't you give me a call?
In The Summer Of His Years Composer(s): David Lee - Herbert Kretzmer Performer(s): Connie Francis; Millicent Martin
A young man rode with his head held high Under the Texas sun And no one guessed That a man so blessed Would perish by the gun Lord, would perish by the gun
A shot rang out like a Southern shout And Heaven held its breath For a man shot down In a Southern town In the summer of his years Yes, the summer of his years
And we who stay mustn't ever lose The victories that he's won For wherever "man" looks to Freedom's past His soul goes riding on Lord, his soul goes riding on!
Come Back To Arizona Composer(s): Alfred Bryan; Herman Paley
Arizona, wild and free you're always dear to me I love you true Sun kissed meadows of the west the one I love the best she loves you too But my heart is sad today my heart is far away I'm all alone can't you hear me calling you Oh! won't you come back home?
When the sunset fades away each night alone I stay with aching heart And the night winds seem to sigh "Why did you say goodbye why did we part?" Tho' the town is gay tonight and lights are burning bright I'm feeling blue Waiting hearts grow weary dear but mine will wait for you
Come back to Arizona where the skies are blue Come back where you can own a heart that waits for you, so lonely Come little girl put my love to the test come to the best little nest in the west Come back to Arizona I love you
The Streak Composer(s): Ray Stevens Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Hello everybody, this is your action news reporter With all the news that is news across the nation On the scene at the super market There seems to have been some disturbance here Pardon me sir, did you see what happened? Yeh, I did... I was standing over there by the tomatoes And here he come Running thru the pole beans, thru the fruits and vegetables Naked as a jay-bird And I hollered over at Ethel... I said don't look Ethel It was too late, she'd already been incensed...
Here he comes, boogie-dy, boogie-dy There he goes, boogie-dy, boogie-dy And he ain't wearin' no clothes Oh yes, they call him the streak Fastest thing on two feet He's just as proud as he can be Of his anatomy He's gonna give us a peek Oh yes, they call him the streak He likes to show off his physique If there's an audience to be found He'll be streakin' around Invitin' public critique...
This is your action news reporter once again And we're here at the gas station Pardon me sir, did you see what happened? Yeh, I did... I was just in here gettin' my tires checked And he just appeared out of the traffic Come streakin' around the grease rack there Didn't have nothing on but a smile I looked in there and Ethel was gettin' her a cold drink I hollered... Don't look Ethel It was too late... She'd already been mooned Flashed her right there in front of the shock absorbers
He ain't rude, boogie-dy, boogie-dy He ain't lewd, boogie-dy, boogie-dy He's just in the mood to run in the nude Oh yes, they call him the streak He likes to turn the other cheek He's always making the news Wearin' just his tennis shoes Guess you could call him unique...
Once again, your action news reporter in the booth at the gym Covering the disturbance at the basketball playoffs Pardon me sir, did you see what happened? Yeh, I did... half-time, I was just going down there To get Ethel a snow cone Here he come right our of the cheap seats Dribblin'... right down the middle of the court Didn't have on nothin' but his PF's Made a hook shot and got out thru the concession stand I hollered up at Ethel, I said don't look Ethel It was too late... She'd already got a free shot Grandstanded... Right there in front of the home team
Here he comes... look... who's that with him? Ethel, is that you, Ethel? What do you think you're doing? You get your clothes on!
Ethel, where you going? Ethel, you shameless hussy Say it isn't so Ethel Ethel...
Come Back Paddy Reilly To Ballyjamesduff Composer(s): William Percy French Performer(s): Daniel O'Donnell and various other artists
The Garden of Eden has vanished, they say But I know the lie of it still Just turn to the left at the bridge of Finea And stop when halfway to Cootehill. 'Tis there I will find it I know sure enough When fortune has come to me call Oh the grass it is green around Ballyjamesduff And the blue sky is over it all And tones that are tender and tones that are gruff Are whispering over the sea "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me"
My mother once told me that when I was born The day that I first saw the light I looked down the street on that very first morn And gave a great crow of delight Now most newborn babies appear in a huff And start with a sorrowful squall But I knew I was born in Ballyjamesduff And that's why I smiled on them all The baby's a man, now he's toil-worn and tough Still, whispers come over the sea "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me"
The night that we danced by the light of the moon Wid Phil to the fore wid his flute When Phil threw his lip over "Come Again Soon" He's dance the foot out o' yer boot! The day that I took long Magee by the scruff For slanderin' Rosie Kilrain Then, marchin' him straight out of Ballyjamesduff Assisted him into a drain Oh, sweet are the dreams, as the dudeen I puff Of whisperings over the sea "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me"
I've loved the young women of every land That always came easy to me Just barrin' the belles of the Black-a-moor brand And the chocolate shapes of Feegee But that sort of love is a moonshiny stuff And never will addle me brain For the bells will be ringin' in Ballyjamesduff For me and me Rosie Kilrain! And through all their glamour, their gas and their guff A whisper comes over the sea "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me"
I've struck oil at last! I've struck work, and I vow I've struck some remarkable clothes I've struck a policeman for sayin' that now I'd go back to my beautiful Rose The belles they may blarney the boys they may bluff But this I will always maintain No place in the world like Ballyjamesduff No guril (sic) like Rosie Kilrain I've paid for my passage, the sea may be rough But borne on each breeze there will be "Come back, Paddy Reilly to Ballyjamesduff Come home, Paddy Reilly, to me"
The Strawberry Roan Composer(s): Curley Fletcher - Fred Howard - Nat Vincent Performer(s): Bill Boyd & His Cowboy Wranglers and multiple other artists
I was hanging round town, just spending my time Being out of a job and not earning a dime A fellow walks up, and he says, "I suppose You're a bronc rider, from the looks of your clothes"
"Well, you figured me right, and I'm a good one, I claim Would you happen to have any outlaws to tame?" He says, "I've got one and a good one to buck At throwing top riders he's had lots of luck"
He says this here's one pony that's never been rode And the man that gets on him is bound to get throwed I got all het up and I asked what he'd pay To ride this old nag for a couple of days
Well, he offered me ten, and I says, "I'm your man For the bronc isn't living that I couldn't fan" He says, "Get your saddle, I'll give you the chance" So we hopped in his buckboard and rode to his ranch
Out in the horse corral, standing alone Is an old cavallo, a strawberry roan Little pin ears that touch at the tip A big 44 brand upon his left hip
He was spavined all round, and he had pigeon toes Little pig eyes, and a big roman nose U-necked and old, with a long lower jaw You could tell at a glance he's a regular outlaw
Well, I buckle on my spurs, and I'm sure feeling fine I pull down my hat and I pick up my twine Throw my loop on him, and well I know then Before he gets rode, I'll sure earn my ten
I get the blinds on him with a terrible fight Next comes the saddle, and I cinch him up tight Then I step on him and raise up the blinds "Get out of the way, boys, he's bound to unwind!"
Well, I threw him his head, and I'll say he unwound He seemed to quit living down here on the ground Went up in the east and come down in the west I'm sitting up on him and doing my best
He sure was a frog-walker, he heaved a big sigh He only lacked wings for to be on the fly Turned his old belly right up to the sun He sure was a sunfishing son of a gun
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range He could turn on a nickle and give you some change I lost both my stirrups and also my hat I'm reaching for leather and blind as a bat
He come down on all fours, and he went up on high And he left me a-spinning up there in the sky Turned over twice and I come down to the earth And I lit into cussing the day of his birth
Now I know there's ponies that I cannot ride There's some of them living, they haven't all died But I'll bet my money there's no man alive Who can stay with old Strawberry when he makes his high dive
Ring My Bell Composer(s): Frederick Knight Performer(s): Anita Ward
I'm glad you're home Well, did you really miss me? I guess you did by the look in your eye (look in your eye, look in your eye) Well lay back and relax while I put away the dishes Then you and me can rock a bell
You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell
The night is young and full of possibilities Well come on and let yourself be free My love for you, so long I've been savin' Tonight was made for me and you
You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ding-dong-ding) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ring-a-ling-a-ling) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ding-dong-ding) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ring-a-ling-a-ling)
(you can ring my bell, you can ring my bell ding, dong, ding, ah-ah, ring it! you can ring my bell, anytime, anywhere ring it, ring it, ring it, ring it, oww! you can ring my bell, you can ring my bell ding, dong, ding, ah-ah, ring it! you can ring my bell, anytime, anywhere ring it, ring it, ring it, ring it, oww!)
You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ding-dong-ding) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ring-a-ling-a-ling) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ding-dong-ding) You can ring my be-e-ell, ring my bell (ring my bell, ring-a-ling-a-ling)
The Stranger (Two Souls In Communion) Composer(s): Ron "Pigpen" McKernan Performer(s): Grateful Dead
What are they seeing, when they look in each other's eyes? What are they feeling, when they see each other's smile? Is it a love I've never known - or an emotion that I've outgrown?
Did I take a wrong turning on life's winding road? Won't somebody help me find the right way to go? My life need some correction, alteration in direction Won't somebody comfort me for a while - yes, I'm lost
What is the secret of this tie that binds? Two souls in communion, both body and mind Is it special magic, or just the nature of things? Conceived of great spirit, not for beggars but kings
You who have found it, please help me along I'm a man, I'm a man, - I'm not made out of stone My needs they are simple, I don't want many things But I truly want to fly on those wings of love one more time
That's all I need (fly up, fly home) I want to fly on them wings (fly up, fly home) I want to fly on them wings of love (fly up, fly home) I'm a stranger here (fly up, fly home) Won't somebody help me now (fly up, fly home) I wake up early in the morning (fly up, fly home) you know I never saw you babe (fly up, fly home) I just can't seem to understand Can't seem to understand what's wrong (fly up, fly home) What I wanna do is take a little ride with you, on the wings of love Woh-oh one more time, one more time
Come Back Little Sheba Composer(s): Lenny Kaye; Patti Smith Performer(s): Patti Smith
Come back little Sheba I hear them calling Open your ears Awake from thy sleep High above The stars are falling Open your arms And you shall receive
The lights of the city So bold and flashing All of its riches Imparted to thee Robes of saffron Robes of standing A road of crimson Spread at your feet
Your robes of standing Your robes of saffron Your road of crimson All pleasing to me But close your lights Close your gates I must arise My flock awaits
Farewell little Sheba I hear them a'calling Here is your staff Tend to thy sheep Good wishes be with you If that be your calling Farewell little Sheba Arise and take leave
