Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Second Star To The Right Composer(s): Sammy Cahn - Sammy Fain First performance: The Jud Conlon Chorus and The MelloMen - 1953 Covered by multiple other artists
The second star to the right Shines in the night for you To tell you that the dreams you plan Really can come true
The second star to the right Shines with a light that's rare And if it's Never Land you need It's light will lead you there
Twinkle, twinkle little star So I'll know where you are Gleaming in the skies above Lead me to the one who loves me
And when you bring him my way Each time we say "Goodnight" We'll thank the little star that shines The second from the right
Un Cocktail Pour Deux Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan & Johnny Hallyday
Puisque ce soir tu es fâchée C'est bien toi qui l'a cherché Dans l'alcool je veux me noyer Je veux aussi Barman! Un cocktail pour moi
Tu n'as pas honte de boire comme ça Puisque tu bois pourquoi pas moi Ta tête est plus dure que du bois Et toi aussi Barman! Un cocktail pour moi
Ma mère m'avait bien dit Surtout méfie-toi de ce Johnny
Quand j'ai dit "j'épouse Sylvie" Mes copains pleuraient Je n'ai pas compris Les filles mon dieu quelle invention Quelle catastrophe pour les garçons Ça me servira de leçon À moi aussi Barman! Un cocktail pour moi
Mais qui c'est celui-là J'attends Johnny ne restez-pas là
Mais que faites-vous ici Laissez cette place Moi j'attends Sylvie
Tiens quelle surprise que fais-tu là Un hasard je passais par là On prend un verre pour fêter ça Tu crois? Je crois! Barman! Un cocktail pour deux
Rhythm Of The Night Composer(s): Diane Warren Performer(s): DeBarge
When it feels like the world is on your shoulders and all of the madness has got you goin crazy
It's time to get out, step out into the street Where all of the action is right there at your feet, well..
I know a place where we can dance the whole night away underneath the electric stars Just come with me and we can shake your blues right away You'll be doin fine once the music starts... Oh!
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night dance until the morning light Forget about the worries on your mind you can leave them all behind feel the beat of the rhythm of the night.. oohh the rhythm of the night...ooohh yeah
Look out on the street now, the party's just beginning The music's playing, a celebration's starting
Under the streetlights, the scene is being set A night for romance A night you won't forget, so
Come join the fun, this ain't no time to be staying home mmm..there's too much going on...oh! Tonight is gonna be a night like you've never known We're gonna have a good time the whole night long...oh!
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night dance until the morning light Forget about the worries on your mind we can leave them all behind Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night.. oohh the rhythm of the night...ooohh yeah
la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la The music's playin'! It's a celebration! The music's playin', everybody dance!
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night dance until the morning light Forget about the worries on your mind we can leave them all behind Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night.. oohh the rhythm of the night...ooohh yeah
Cockles And Mussels (aka Molly Malone) Composer(s): James Yorkston; Edmund Forman
In Dublin's fair city Where girls are so pretty Twas there that I first met Sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheelbarrow Through streets broad and narrow Mussels Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh Alive, alive oh, alive, alive oh Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh
Now she was a fishmonger And sure twas no wonder For so were her mother Ad father before And they each Wheeled their barrows Through streets broad and narrow Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh She died of a fever And no one could save her And that was the end Of sweet Molly Malone Now her ghost Wheels her barrow Through streets Broad and narrow Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh
Rhythm Of Romance Composer(s): Mitchel Delevie; Gino Vannelli; Joe Vannelli Performer(s): Gino Vannelli
Coke machines on the Ho Chi Minh trail Russian spies shopping at Bloomingdales Killer bees swarming up the Rio Grande Hey baby where'd you get that tan Rome burns as we dance cheek to cheek Titanic's sinking but oooh do we look chic New york city's got the Hong Kong flu And I can't take my eyes off you Mx GI Joe Rsvp UFO Abcia I still want to know who shot JFK
Let's dance To the rhythm of romance Let's swing 'neath the stars above C'mon let's dance To the rhythm of romance Let's kiss Let's fall in love
Johnny woke up from his American dream Rich man poor man and a desert in between Crystal chandeliers hangin' by a thread We're in the pink baby just two trillon in the red And I hear Gabriel blowing his saxophone Through a great big hole in the ozone Who cares if the sun don't rise When I look in to your ultraviolet eyes That's life, this is war I took it on faith, can't take it anymore Old, young, yin and yang We'll all go together in the next big bang Boom shug a lug a lug a boom
Let's dance To the rhythm of romance Let's swing 'neath the stars above C'mon let's dance To the rhythm of romance Let's kiss Let's fall in love
Pour out the wine, little girl I've got just two friends in this whole wide world Here's to reckless lovers We all need somebody Stashed in the yellow Jag I've got my life and laundry in a Gladstone bag You should know the program Just one red rose and a tender goodbye [One last goodbye]
And I run to the second arrangement It's only the natural thing Who steps out with no regrets A sparkling conscience A new address When I run to the second arrangement The home of a mutual friend Now's the time to redefine the first arrangement again
It's a sticky situation A serious affair I must explain it to you somehow Right now I'll just move back one square
Here comes that noise again Another scrambled message from my last best friend Something I can dance to A song with tears in it Old friends abandon me It's just the routine politics of jealousy Someday we'll remember That one red rose and one last goodbye [One last goodbye]
Cocaine Carolina Composer(s): David Allan Coe Performer(s): David Allan Coe
Morning found me lyin' on a floor in New Orleans Looking like the patches was about to eat my jeans Feeling like my belly was a warehouse for the blues And I sure miss my sweet Cocaine Carolina Better on an ocean liner call the Cocaine Carolina She was quite a lady then and I was twenty two God knows how much I adored her I just never could afford her Cocaine Carolina how did I get hooked on you So goodbye Cocaine Carolina you and I are through I'm going back to Sandy Skag she knows just what to do She don't love me for my money she just wants my body honey Cocaine Carolina how did I get hooked on you
Oh someone said if I was lucky I could go back to Kentucky Lexington was famous for its bluegrass and its hills Carolina we should get up don't you know we'll have to split up Baby I should go to California Goodbye Cocaine Carolina... Oh goodbye Cocaine Carolina... Oh goodbye Cocaine Carolina...
Rhythm Of My Heart Composer(s): John Capek; Marc Jordan Performer(s): Rod Stewart; and various other artists
Across the street the river runs Down in the gutter life is slipping away Let me still exist in another place Running down under cover Of a helicopter blade
The flames are getting higher In effigy Burning down the bridges of my memory Love may still alive somewhere someday where they're downing only deer a hundred steel towns away
Oh, rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum with the words "I Love you" rolling off my tongue No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing
Photographs and kerosene light up my darkness light it up light it up I can still feel the touch of your thin blue jeans Running down the alley I've got my eyes all over you, baby Oh, baby
Oh, the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum with the words "I Love you" rolling off my tongue No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing
Oh, yeah
Oh, I've got lightning in my veins shifting like the handle of a slot machine Love may still exist in another place I'm just yanking back the handle no expression on my face
Oh, the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum with the words "I Love you" rolling off my tongue No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing
Oh, the rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum with the words "I Love you" rolling off my tongue No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing
The rhythm of my heart is beating like a drum with the words "I Love you" rolling off my tongue. No never will I roam for I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing
The Seaside Band Composer(s): Kenneth Blain Performer(s): Arthur Askey
Once, at the seaside, feeling very restless I ran down tuppence and I rolled on the pier Hadn't gone far when the strains of music Floated on the breeze and landed in my ear I quickened up me steps for I love nice noises Very soon arrived right opposite the band Saw the conductor on a lemonade box With his little baton stuck up in his right hand
One two three four, off went the cornet Five six seven eight, the fiddles followed too A man in the corner playing on the piccolo Keeping time with the sole of his boot Right behind him was a fellow with the trombone Blowing like the devil with his cheeks out wide Working so hard that both his little eyeballs Left their sockets and stood outside
Hanging on a rostrum, a drummer, very lonely Drums all round like bees in a swarm Looking very cold with his nose quite scarlet Banging on the cymbals to keep himself warm Opposite to him was the man with the toupee Spitting down a reed - what a nasty man! Sitting next to him was a fellow with a French horn Full of soul and bitter beer, tuppence on the can
Fellow with a cello, boom boom boom boom Trying very hard to saw it in two His pal with the double bass, cuddling it fondly Looking like a camel with a dose of the flu Man with a piccolo, fed up with the dancing Sick and tired of hearing the same old toot Thought he'd like a change so he put it down beside him And then started messing with a full size flute
Man with the bassoon, nothing on his music Acted like a mute, never said a word Just as I thought he was going to fall asleep He picked up his bassoon and gave us all the bird Then a little man with walrus whiskers How he got his breath, well I don't know Found he got his fungus stuffed up the mouthpiece And wondered why he couldn't play his little oboe
Man with the trombone lost his temper Thought they could not hear him and said, 'Here goes' Took a long breath and threw all of his false teeth Right on the bridge of the conductor's nose Then the conductor, getting very angry Raised his other hand, with a rum-tum-tum Caused such a draught that the man with the harp Went clean through the air and fell through the drum
Bang bang bang went the man with the cymbals Toodle-oodle-oo went the flute so gay Fiddles and violas screaming like the wind And the cornet broke his promise, trying to reach top A What a pandemonium everybody different Each with the other one, trying to compete Strange to relate it must've been a fluke But they all finished dead on the same down-beat
Oh, Rule Britannia, they kept the party clean And I felt sorry when they played God Save Our Queen
Rhythm Of Love Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Tony Kaye; Trevor Rabin; Chris Squire Performer(s): Yes
Innocence no answer To your breaking heart If the situation Sometimes falls apart Then in this ecstasy Your charms are frozen No emotion falling through your arms Morning, daydream, time still growing shorter Take me over lead me to the water To the rhythm of love The rhythm of love The rhythm of love Why should I escort you To your secret needs Climbing up your ladder I keep falling down Anyway will do Anyone will do When you dance to your darkest tune Surrounded As you crawl around the room Night time fever burning till you're higher Take me over lead me through the fire The rhythm of love To the rhythm of love The rhythm of love To the rhythm of love Morning daydream midnight fever Morning daydream midnight fever Inhibitions keep you from your point of view Information needing to confuse In this situation I have found you In the rhythm of Morning daydream midnight fever Morning daydream midnight fever Rhythm of love Rhythm of love To the rhythm of love Rhythm of love
The Searchers Composer(s): Stan Jones Performer(s): The Sons Of The Pioneers
What makes a man to wander? What makes a man to roam? What makes a man leave bed and board And turn his back on home? Ride away, ride away, ride away A man will search his heart and soul Go searchin' way out there His peace of mind he knows he'll find But where, oh Lord, Lord where? Ride away, ride away, ride away
Cocaine Blues ((aka Transfusion Blues (by Johnny Cash) - 1960))
((Adapted from: Little Sadie (by Hedy West) - 1967))
Composer(s): Traditional - T.J. Arnall
Performer(s): George Thorogood & The Destroyers
and multiple other artists
Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down I went right home and I went to bed I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun Took a shot of cocaine and away I run Made a good run but I ran too slow They overtook me down in Juarez Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack Brown You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me Shot her down because she made me sore I thought I was her daddy but she had five more
When I was arrested I was dressed in black They put me on a train and they took me back Had no friend for to go my bail They slapped my dried up carcass in that county jail
Early next mornin' bout a half past nine I spied the sheriff coming down the line Ah, and he coughed as he cleared his throat He said come on you dirty heck into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began Where I was handled by twelve honest men Just before the jury started out I saw the little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked the man Holding the verdict in his right hand The verdict read murder in the first degree I hollered Lawdy Lawdy, have a mercy on me
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen 99 years in the Folsom pen 99 years underneath that ground I can't forget the day I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you've gotta listen unto me Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
Rhythm Nation Composer(s): James Harris; Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis Performer(s): Janet Jackson; The Countdown Singers; David Davidson
With music by our side To break the color lines Let's work together To improve our way of life Join voices in protest To social injustice A generation full of courage Come forth with me
Chorus: People of the world today Are we looking for a better way of life We are a part of the rhythm nation People of the world unite Strength in numbers we can get it right One time We are a part of the rhythm nation
This is the test No struggle no progress Lend a hand to help Your brother do his best Things are getting worse We have to make them better It's time to give a damn Let's work together come on
The Seal Of Seasons Composer(s): Marc Bolan Performer(s): T. Rex
The seal of seasons moved with grace Love Upon the Orkney oceans face Love She swam and moved Just like a prancer A gypsy dancer A salty shimmered shell of foam
Out of the depths she stood before me One breath and shells grew on my nut tree It swayed and swum Just like a prancer A gypsy dancer A salty shimmered shell of foam
Her night it came and then she hooked her head Unto the fleeing sun and then she fled And flew away Just like a prancer A gypsy dancer A salty shimmered shell of foam
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier Who wandered far away and soldiered far away There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won He'd seen the glory and told the story Of battles glorious and deeds neforious But now he's sighing, his heart is crying To leave these green hills of Tyrol Because these green hills are not highland hills Or the island hills, the're not my land's hills And fair as these green foreign hills may be They are not the hills of home
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier Who wandered far away and soldiered far away Sees leaves are falling and death is calling And he will fade away, in that far land He called his piper, his trusty piper And bade him sound a lay... a pibroch sad to play Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside Not on these green hills of Tyrol
And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier Will wander far no more and soldier far no more And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside You'll see a piper play his soldier home He'd seen the glory, he'd told his story Of battles glorious and deeds victorious The bugles cease now, he is at peace now Far from those green hills of Tyrol
