Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Then I'll Be Tired Of You Composer(s): Arthur Schwartz - E.Y. Harburg First release by: Freddy Martin and His Orch. - 1934 Covered by multiple other artists
You look at me and wonder, you look at me and doubt Darling your eyes are asking, "Will the flame burn out?" Well, no one is sure of sunshine, no one is sure of dawn But I am sure my love will live on and on
I'll be tired of you when stars are tired of gleaming When I am tired of dreaming, then I'll be tired of you
This I know is true: when winds are tired of blowing When grass is tired of growing, then I'll be tired of you
Beyond the years, 'til day is night, 'til wrong is right 'Til birds refuse to sing Beyond the years, the echo of my only love Will still be whispering, whispering
And if my throbbing heart should ever start repeating That it is tired of beating, then I'll be tired of you
Concurrence Déloyale Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Il y a péril en la demeure Depuis que les femmes de bonnes murs Ces trouble-fête Jalouses de Manon Lescaut Viennent débiter leurs gigots À la sauvette
Ell's ôt'nt le bonhomm' de dessus La brave horizontal' déçue Ell's prenn'nt sa place De la bouche au pauvre tapin Ell's retir'nt le morceau de pain C'est dégueulasse
En vérité, je vous le dis Il y en a plus qu'en Normandie Il y a de pommes Sainte-Mad'lein', protégez-nous Le métier de femme ne nourrit plus son homme
Y a ces gamines de malheur Ces goss's qui, tout en suçant leur Pouc' de fillette Se livrent au détournement De majeur et, vénalement Trouss'nt leur layette
Y a ces rombièr's de qualité Ces punais's de salon de thé Qui se prosternent Qui, pour redorer leur blason Viennent accrocher leur vison À la lanterne
Y a ces p'tit's bourgeoises faux culs Qui, d'accord avec leur cocu Clerc de notaire Au prix de gros vendent leur corps Leurs charmes qui fleurent encor La pomm' de terre
Lors, délaissant la fill' de joie Le client peut faire son choix Tout à sa guise Et se payer beaucoup moins cher Des collégienn's, des ménagèr's Et des marquises
Ajoutez à ça qu'aujourd'hui La manie de l'acte gratuit Se développe Que des créatur's se font culbuter à l'il et sans calcul Ah! les salopes!
Ell's ôt'nt le bonhomm' de dessus La brave horizontal' déçue Ell' prenn'nt sa place De la bouche au pauvre tapin Ell's retir'nt le morceau de pain C'est dégueulasse
Rose's Turn Composer(s): Jule Styne; Stephen Sondheim Performer(s): Bette Middler; and various other artists
Rose Here she is, boys! Here she is, world! Here's Rose!
Curtain up! Light the lights! Play it, boys!
Ya either got it, or ya ain't And, boys, I got it! Ya like it? Well, I got it!
Some people got it and make it pay Some people can't even give it away This people's got it and this people's spreadin' it around! You either have it or you've had it!
Hello, everybody! My name is Rose! What's yours? How do you like them eggrolls, Mr. Goldstone? Hold your hats and hallelujah Mama's gonna show it to you Ready or not, shhh, here comes Mama
Mama's talkin' loud Mama's doin' fine Mama's gettin' hot Mama's goin' strong Mama's movin' on Mama's all alone Mama doesn't care Mama's lettin' loose Mama's got the stuff Mama's lettin' go Mama? Mama's got the stuff Mama's gotta move Mama's gotta go Mama? Mama? Mama's gotta let go
Why did I do it? What did it get me? Scrapbooks full of me in the background Give 'em love and what does it get ya? What does it get ya? One quick look as each of 'em leaves you All your life and what does it get ya? Thanks a lot and out with the garbage They take bows and you're battin' zero
I had a dream I dreamed it for you, June It wasn't for me, Herbie And if it wasn't for me then where would you be Miss Gypsy Rose Lee?
Well, someone tell me, when is it my turn? Don't I get a dream for myself? Starting now it's gonna be my turn Gangway, world, get off of my runway! Starting now I bat a thousand! This time, boys, I'm taking the bows and
Everything's coming up Rose! Everything's coming up roses! Everything's coming up roses this time for me! For me! For me! For me! For me! For me! For me! Yeah! (Rose takes the silent bows as Gypsy enters and applauds)
Rose I was...trying out for you...New ideas you might wanna use...
Gypsy You really would have been something, momma!
Rose Do you think so?
Gypsy If you had someone to push you like I had...
Rose If I could have been...I would have been... And that's show business! I guess I did it for me...
Gypsy Why, momma?
Rose Just wanted to be noticed...
Gypsy Like I wanted you to notice me! I still do, momma! (They embrace each other. Rose cries)
Gypsy It's OK, momma! OK, Rose!
Rose See... You look like you should speak French!
Gypsy You're coming to that party with me...
Rose No!
Gypsy Come on!
Rose Not like this
Gypsy Wear my fur I have a stole in my cabinet
Rose Well, maybe just for an hour or two... Hey, it looks better on me than it does on you Funny how we can both wear the same size!
Gypsy Specially in mink
Rose You know...I had a dream last night There was a big poster of a other and daughter, like the covers of the ladies magazines...
Gypsy Yes, momma!
Rose Only it was you and me wearing exactly the same gowns It was an add for Minsky, and the headline said: "Madam Rose ... and her daughter Gypsy" (They laugh, embrace each other and leave Rose stops for a while and takes one last look at the stage as if she said good-bye)
Then He Kissed Me Composer(s): Phil Spector - Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich First release by: The Crystals - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1963 - Et Je M'en Vais (Richard Anthony) 1979 - Jos Mua Pussaat (Mona Carita)
Well, he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance He looked kinda nice and so I said I might take a chance When he danced he held me tight And when he walked me home that night All the stars were shining bright And then he kissed me
Each time I saw him I couldn't wait to see him again I wanted to let him know that he was more than a friend I didn't know just what to do So I whispered I love you And he said that he loved me too And then he kissed me
He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before He kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more
I knew that he was mine so I gave him all the love that I had And one day he took me home to meet his mon and his dad Then he asked me to be his bride And always be right by his side I felt so happy I almost cried And then he kissed me
Then he asked me to be his bride And always be right by his side I felt so happy I almost cried And then he kissed me And then he kissed me And then he kissed me
Concrete Jungle Composer(s): Bob Marley First release: Bob Marley - 1973
No sun will shine in my day today; (no sun will shine) The high yellow moon won't come out to play (that high yellow moon won't come out to play) I said (darkness) darkness has covered my light (and the stage) And the stage my day into night, yeah Where is the love to be found? (oo-ooh-ooh) Won't someone tell me? 'Cause my (sweet life) life must be somewhere to be found - (must be somewhere for me) Instead of concrete jungle (la la-la!) Where the living is harder (la-la!)
Concrete jungle (la la-la!) Man you got to do your (la la-la!) best Wo-ooh, yeah No chains around my feet But I'm not free, oh-ooh! I know I am bound here in captivity G'yeah, now - (never, never) I've never known happiness (never, never) I've never known what sweet caress is Still, I'll be always laughing like a clown Won't someone help me? 'Cause I (sweet life) - I've got to pick myself from off the ground (must be somewhere for me), he-yeah! - In this a concrete jungle (la la-la!) I said, what do you cry for me (la-la!) now, o-oh! Concrete jungle (la la-la!), ah, won't you let me be (la la-la!), now Hey! Oh, now
I said that life (sweet life) - it must be somewhere to be found (must be somewhere for me) Oh, instead: concrete jungle (la-la!) - collusion (la-la!) - confusion (confusion) Eh!
Concrete jungle (la-la!): baby, you've got it in Concrete jungle (la la-la!), now Eh! Concrete jungle (la la-la!)
Et Je M'en Vais ((Adapted from: Then He Kissed Me (The Crystals) - 1963)) ((Finnish Version: Jos Mua Pussaat (Mona Carita) - 1979)) Composer(s): Phil Spector - Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Paul Reiman Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1963
Dans ce train qui m'emmène loin Je me demande pourquoi Dans le bruit des roues J'entends comme un écho de sa voix Je sais qu'elle me mentait Quand elle me disait qu'elle m'aimait Et maintenant je l'ai quittée Je m'en vais J'avais quand je l'ai connue Tant d'espoir dans le cur Mais j'ai bien compris qu'avec elle Je n'aurais pas de bonheur Quand l'autre soir je l'ai trouvée Dans d'autres bras très fort serrée Je n'ai pas pu le supporter, Je m'en vais Dans la vie quand on s'aperçoit Qu'une fille ne vous aime plus Il faut aller chercher ailleurs L'amour qu'on a perdu Et moi je sais que je vais découvrir Un autre amour bien plus fort Et si ce n'est pas pour demain Eh bien! je chercherai encore Tant pis si tout est gâché Une de perdue dix de retrouvées Moi, je reprends ma liberté Je m'en vais Dans ce train qui s'en va là-bas Mes souvenirs s'éloignent de moi Je m'aperçois que je l'oublie déjà
Concrete And Clay Composer(s): Brian Parker; Tommy Moeller Performer(s): Unit Four Plus Two
You to me Are sweet as roses in the morning And you to me Are soft as summer rain at dawn, in love we share That something rare
The sidewalks in the street The concrete and the clay beneath my feet Begins to crumble But love will never die Because we'll see the mountains tumble Before we say goodbye
My love and I will be In love eternally That's the way Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be
All around I see the purple shades of evening And on the ground The shadows fall and once again you're in my arms So tenderly
The sidewalks in the street The concrete and the clay beneath my feet Begins to crumble But love will never die Because we'll see the mountains tumble Before we say goodbye
My love and I will be In love eternally That's the way Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be
The sidewalks in the street The concrete and the clay beneath my feet Begins to crumble But love will never die Because we'll see the mountains tumble Before we say goodbye
My love and I will be In love eternally That's the way Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be
And that's the way That's the way it's meant to be
That's the way (that's the way it's meant to be) Wo-oh, that's the way That's the way it's meant to be
Roses On The 4th Of July Composer(s): Nanci Griffith Performer(s): Nanci Griffith
He still sends her roses on the 4th of July They're always white roses and she never asks why She still doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights But his wedding band rests on their bedside that night
He was a soldier in the Vietnam war He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming of her She lit a candle each holy hour he was gone "You Were On My Mind" was their favorite song
Love is a mystery from birth 'till we die It's cross words of a morning, by evening entwined It's all that we dream of, sometimes it's not right Love is white roses, and you never ask why
He's the hands of a draftsman, he's built a good life She works for a season during IRS time Two children they've had, though their boy has now died When they wake of each morning, he's still on their minds
Their friends would all tell you they're like day and night Their daughter's an actress, she is strong and she's bright He meets with his pals from the war Thursday nights She still treasures those roses every 4th of July
Then Came You Composer(s): Philip T. Pugh - Sherman Marshall First release by: Dionne Warwick & The Spinners - 1974
Ever since I met ya, seems I can't forgetcha The thought of you keeps runnin' through the back of my mind Every time I'm near ya, I get that urge to feel ya Just touchin' you and lovin' you makes ev'rything right (Tell me how ya feel, baby) I never knew love before (oh no) then came you, you, then came you I never knew love before, then came you then came you You
Now that I've found ya, how did I live without ya? (I don't know, baby) It's plain to see you're all I need to satisfy me I'm so darned proud of ya, I wanna sing about ya (Sing it, sing it, sing it, baby) All I know, ya made a 'fro by touchin' my hand Oh, uh, oh I never knew love before, then came you (you), then came you, ooh I never knew love before, then came you (ooh, ooh, ooh), then came you Hey, hey, hey, then came you
Whoa, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh I never knew love before, then came you, then came you I never knew love before, then came you (you, ooh, ooh) then came you
Whoa, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh I never knew love before, then came you (hey, hey) then came you, you I never knew love before (hey) then came you (With your lovin' touch) you-ooh-ooh then came (yeah)(hey, hey)
Oh, uh, no I never knew love before (I got to hand it to you, baby) then came you
Roses Of Picardy French Title: Dansons La Rose (aka Roses De Picardie)
Composer(s): Frederic E. Weatherly; Hayden Wood Performer(s): John McCormack; and various other artists
She is watching by the poplars Colinette with the sea-blue eyes She is watching and longing, and waiting Where the long white roadway lies And a song stirs in the silence As the wind in the boughs above She listens and starts and trembles 'Tis the first little song of love
Roses are shining in Picardy In the hush of the silver dew Roses are flow'ring in Picardy But there's never a rose like you! And the roses will die with the summertime And our roads may be far apart But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy 'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart
And the years fly on forever Till the shadows veil their skies But he loves to hold her little hands And look into her sea-blue eyes And she sees the road by the poplars Where they met in the bygone years For the first little song of the roses Is the last little song she hears
Roses are shining in Picardy In the hush of the silver dew Roses are flow'ring in Picardy But there's never a rose like you! And the roses will die with the summertime And our roads may be far apart But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy 'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart
Then Came The Last Days Of May Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult
Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back Of a rented ford They couldn't know they weren't going far
Each one with the money in his pocket Could go out and buy himself a brand new car But they all had the money they had Money they hoped would take them very far
The sky was bright, a traffic light, now and then a truck And they hadn't seen a cop around all day They brought everything they needed bags and scales to weigh the stuff The driver said the border's just over the bluff
It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped In the middle of a cold and barren place And the other guy turned and spilled Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain?
They're ok the last days of may, I'll be breathing dry air I'm leaving soon, the others are already there You wouldn't be interested in coming along, instead of staying here They say the west is nice this time of year
Conchita, Marquita, Lolita, Pepita, Rosita, Juanita Lopez Composer(s): Herbert Magidson; Jule Styne Performer(s): Glenn Miller Covered by multiple other artists
He was a handsome young Irish lad She was a Mexican beauty It was fiesta and I might add Love was doing its duty
His Irish heart went bing-o when he saw the rose of Juarez Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita Lopez "Oh, youre a lovely thing-o For me theres but one girl", he said "Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita Lopez" Mandolins began to play And her lips were there to kiss As we danced I heard him say "New Jersey was never like this!"
The bells began to ring-o And they rode away on a mule To prove Im not jokin If youre in Hoboken Drop in for a minute and youll Meet Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita OToole...
Theres Little Theresa, Maria, Elisa And sure and begorry The rest of the story is Patsy and Molly and Mike Theres Jose and Pancho and Pedro and Sancho To be sure when theyre seen theyll be wearing the green ´Tis Tommy and Timmy and Spike Thats right!
The bells began to ring-o And they rode away on a mule To prove Im not jokin If youre in Hoboken Drop in for a minute and youll Meet Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita OToole!
Roses In The Snow Composer(s): Nico Performer(s): Nico
He came your way And when he had to go There were roses growing in the snow Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul And you know that it was like this before we had to go
You will never see these lights Glowing in your nights Until you feel this way
With every moon it is as though you're getting closer to your soul And then you go alone and with no fear Then you will know That it was like this before we had to go And you will find that you were blind Until you saw these lights glowing in your nights
He came your way And when he had to go There were roses growing in the snow Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul But you know it was like this before we had to go
You will never see these lights Glowing in your nights If you don't know And there are roses growing in the snow
Concessions Composer(s): Guy Thomas Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Avant que je vous fréquente Je vivais dans un taudis Une espèce de soupente Où j'entassais mon fourbi Je veux bien ma chère Estelle Résider dans vos maisons Vivre dans vos grands hôtels Ou vos manoirs à la con
Mais pas dans un' forteresse Pour décrocher tes caresses
Avant que je sois sinoque Affolé par vos appâts Je vous aurais dit ton vioc Au lieu de votre papa Je veux bien pour vous complaire Apprendre votre jargon Dire Monsieur votre Père Est bête au lieu d'un peu con
Mais j'dirai pas mes hommages En dégrafant ton corsage
Avant que je m'amourache De votre petit chignon Je vivais comme un apache Je bouffais comme un cochon Je veux bien bergeronnette Vous faire une concession Me servir dans une assiette Sur une nappe à la con
Mais j'prendrai pas des pincettes Pour enlever ta jupette
Avant que je me dévoue Aux travaux de Cupidon Je menais je vous l'avoue Une vie de patachon Je veux bien mon églantine Changer mes fréquentations Mais j'userai pas mes bottines Dans tes cocktails à la con
Je mettrai pas de jaquette Pour soulever ta liquette
Avant que je vous connaisse Je chopinais du rouquin Vous buviez du vin de messe Ou du Vichy Celestins Je veux bien ma chère amie Sacrifier quelques canons Mais je veux pas d'eau rougie Ni de tisane à la con
Je ne boirai pas d'la flotte Pour enlever ta culotte
Then Composer(s): Martin Blunt - Jon Brookes - Tim Burgess - Mark Collins - Rob Collins Performer(s): The Charlatans
I wanna bomb your submarines You don't do anything for me You were sometimes hard to find You were never safe to be with, then You, you're nothing next to me I'm a phenomena you see You were sometimes hard to find You were never safe to be with, then Furious again, furious again You don't do anything for me We are a phenomena you see You were sometimes hard to find You were never safe to be with, then Furious again, furious again And you You give it all to me You never listen to a thing I said You're furious, I'm glorious You never hurt me that much
Concerto Pour Une Voix
Composer(s): Eddy Marnay - Saint-Preux
Performer(s): Dalida; André Rieu
Chaque nuit Quand l'oiseau de paradis fait sa ronde J'ouvre la porte à mon amour Et tous les deux nous voyageons loin du monde En attendant le retour Des premiers rayons du soleil et de l'ombre Dans la chambre nue Ou tous nos gestes sont un monde inconnu
Chaque nuit Nous échangeons des colliers de promesses Nous échangeons des anneaux d'or Des rivières et des diamants de jeunesse Et puis nous quittons le port Comme des mâts sur des bateaux de tendresse Pour mille pays Que tu fais naître de mes mains chaque nuit
Et nos yeux Ne trouvent pas le sommeil Comment s'endormir quand l'arbre est en feu Devant le soleil Dieu, que je t'aime chaque nuit Que tu m'aimes chaque nuit Que la route est belle chaque nuit
Chaque nuit Quand l'oiseau du paradis fait sa ronde J'ouvre la porte à mon amour Et tous les deux nous voyageons loin du monde En attendant le retour Des premiers rayons du soleil et de l'ombre Dans la chambre nue Ou tous nos gestes sont un monde inconnu