Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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This Moody Bastard Composer(s): Walter Becker Performer(s): Walter Becker
Little friend of mine Can you still recall Our salad days Between the ivy walls? Beneath the autumn sun? When all is said and done We were a good combination We were good clean fun Still my thoughts roll back Every now and then Think about you Remembering I start in smiling and I just can't stop You on the bottom Me on top
These days it's like a tomb Amid in the stacks of gloom Looking out the window In the downstairs room And the time goes by And the time goes by Sometimes it goes so slowly You know a man could cry Till the day goes down In deep disgrace With empty pockets And a dirty face And then the day boils over And there's nothing there But a roomful of smoke and a lot of hot air
This moody bastard remembers You were some kind of friend even then Once in a great while He needs one... This moody bastard This moody bastard He needs one He needs some kind of friend now and again Once in blue moon Could use one This moody bastard
Little friend of mine You don't even know When the wind starts blowing How far a man could go Little friend of mine Are you even there Did you disappear Back into thin air If you 're still here with me If you got this far I hope you're smiling In fact I know you are
This moody bastard remembers You were some kind of friend even then Once in a great while He needs one... This moody bastard This moody bastard He needs one He needs some kind of friend now and again Once in blue moon Could use one This moody bastard This moody bastard
Creo Composer(s): Carlos Gali Performer(s): Javier Solís
Creo que estoy equivocado de camino creo que es imposible ya tu cariño Muchas veces lloré cuando cuenta me di de que no me querías, y al verme sufrir te reíste de mí con ironía
Creo que mi sinceridad fue mi castigo te di todo mi amor a cambio de martirio Después de fracasar por el mundo yo he de encontrar un amor, un amor de verdad
Creo que mi sinceridad fue mi castigo te di todo mi amor a cambio de martirio Después de fracasar por el mundo yo he de encontrar un amor, un amor de verdad
A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmeinhem With their heads uncovered they knelt on the ground From inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish soldier His life for his country about to lay down
He went to his death like a true son of Ireland The firing party he bravely did face Then the order rang out: "Present Arms, Fire!" James Connolly fell into a ready-made grave
The black flag they hoisted the cruel deed was over Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel!
God's curse on you, England, you cruel-hearted monster Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel!
Many years have rolled by since that Irish rebellion When the guns of Britannia they loudly did speak The bold I.R.A. they stood shoulder to shoulder And the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street
The Four Courts of Dublin the English bombarded The spirit of Freedom they tried hard to quell For above all the din rose the cry 'No Surrender' 'Twas the voice of James Cannolly, the Irish Rebel
This Moment In Time Composer(s): Carl Belew - Shelby Singelton - W.S. Stevenson Performer(s): Engelbert Humperdinck
More than a ripple Less than a splash The heir to a long line of glory Give me the morning and I'll give you a song It's so good being part of the story...
This Moment in Time This right time of day Oh-oh, I love being with you and watching my life at play...
My love in your eyes is light in my dreams and the feelings you choose have touches of blues and greens...
This trip into time this time, listen, praise And like a kid in a store I'll always want more to taste...
And no matter what comes I know the sun is gonna shine Because of you, and me there'll be This Moment in Time
And no matter what comes I know the sun is gonna shine Because of you, and me there'll be This Moment in Time
More than a ripple Less than a splash The heir to a long line of glory Give me the morning and I'll give you a song It's so good being part of the story...
This Moment in Time This right time of day Oh-oh, I love being with you and watching my life at play...
And no matter what comes I know the sun is gonna shine Because of you, and me there'll be This Moment in Time
Creo que aun tal vez piensas en mi creo poder captarlo creo que al fin nada tiene fin creo desesperado creo que morir es una sensación creo que vivir podría serlo pero ahora es algo mucho mas real creo que salí a ver un poco de sol creo que te vi bailando Beatles en alguna vieja casa del lugar
Creo que aun tal vez piensas en mi creo poder captarlo y ya no quiero verte tan triste, triste así creo que estas llorando me acuerdo que abrí la puerta y eras vos después me perdí mirándote desnuda y te reías de mi cara de maldad entonces sentí la cima del amor y si me caí no importa porque todo todo todo todo esto es de los dos
no quiero nada que nos haga mal yo creo yo creo y con eso basta creo que aun tal vez piensas en mi creo poder captarlo
James (Hold The Ladder Steady) Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk Performer(s): Sue Thompson
James, James hold the ladder steady James, James I'm packed tonight I'm ready James, James hold the ladder steady I'm a'comin' down to your ar-ar-ar-rms I'm a'comin' down to your arms
Now James and I we went to mama and showed her my diamond ring She said "my poor little baby, you must be crazy, to think of such a thing"
So James, James hold the ladder steady James, James I'm packed tonight I'm ready James, James hold the ladder steady I'm a'comin' down to your ar-ar-ar-rms I'm a'comin' down to your arms
Now James and I we went to daddy and said that we want to be wed Daddy said "nope, you'll just have to elope" and laughed as he went to bed
But James, James hold the ladder steady James, James I'm packed tonight I'm ready James, James hold the ladder steady I'm a'comin' down to your ar-ar-ar-rms I'm a'comin' down to your arms
I'd hate to see `em in the morning when they both completely flip He'll be sayin' "they cain't", she'll be feeling faint And I'll be kissing my husband`s lips
So James, James hold the ladder steady James, James I'm packed tonight I'm ready James, James hold the ladder steady I'm a'comin' down to your ar-ar-ar-rms I'm a'comin' down to your arms
James, James hold the ladder steady James, James I'm packed tonight I'm ready James, James hold the ladder steady
This Melody Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil - Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc; Ray Hamilton
This melody Is a melody for you Cette mélodie C'est l'océan entre nous Cette mélodie D'eau salée et de mélancolie Dans ton pays Elle te revient parfois Comme ça, voilà, comme ça
Le vent d'ici Fait voler tous nos oiseaux Les champs d'ici Font ce qu'ils peuvent pour les troupeaux Les gens d'ici Qui ne connaîtront pas d'autre vie Dans ce pays Dont les fruits sont si beaux Qu'on se contente des noyaux This melody Is a melody for you Les gens d'ici ne sont pas plus grands Plus fiers ou plus beaux Seulement, ils sont d'ici, les gens d'ici, Comme cette mélodie
Les gens d'ici ne sont pas plus grands Plus fiers ou plus beaux Seulement, ils sont d'ici, les gens d'ici, Comme cette mélodie
Tu est partie Mais ton rève reste au chaud Ce vieux soleil Etait trop fort pour ta peau Cette mélodie Qui reviendra parfois dans ta vie Cette mélodie Dans ta ville s'est transformée en pluie, en pluie...
Creeque Alley Composer(s): John Phillips; Michelle Phillips Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas
John and Mitchy were gettin' kind of itchy Just to leave the folk music behind Zol and Denny workin' for a penny Tryin' to get a fish on the line In a coffee house Sebastian sat And after every number they'd pass the hat McGuinn and McGuire just a-gettin' higher In L.A., you know where that's at And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass
Zolly said "Denny, you know there aren't many" "Who can sing a song the way that you do, let's go south" Denny said "Zolly, golly, don't you think that I wish" "I could play guitar like you" Zol, Denny and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl) And after every number they'd pass the hat McGuinn and McGuire still a-gettin higher In L.A., you know where that's at And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass
When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swarthmore But she changed her mind one day Standin' on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike "Take me to New York right away" When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps Called John and Zol and that was the Mugwumps McGuinn and McGuire couldn't get no higher But that's what they were aimin' at And no one's gettin' fat except Mama Cass
Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps Don't you work as hard as you play Make up, break up, everything is shake up Guess it had to be that way Sebastian and Zol formed the Spoonful Michelle, John, and Denny gettin' very tuneful McGuinn and McGuire just a-catchin' fire In L.A., you know where that's at And everybody's gettin' fat except Mama Cass Di-di-di-dit dit dit di-di-di-dit, who-o-oa
Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can't be trusted And Mitchy wants to go to the sea Cass can't make it, she says we'll have to fake it We knew she'd come eventually Greasin' on American Express cards It's low rent, but keeping out the heat's hard Duffy's good vibrations and our imaginations Can't go on indefinitely And California dreamin' is becomin' a reality
James Composer(s): Billy Joel Performer(s): Billy Joel
James...we were always friends From our childhood days And we made our plans And we had to go our separate ways I went on the road You pursued an education
James...do you like your life Can you find release And will you ever change Will you ever write your masterpiece Are you still in school Living up to expectations...James...
You were so relied upon, everybody knows how hard you tried Hey...just look at what a job you've done Carrying the weight of family pride James...you've been well behaved You've been working so hard But will you always stay Someone else's dream of who you are Do what's good for you, or you're not good for anybody...James
I went on the road You pursued an education...James... How you gonna know for sure-everything was so well organised Hey...now everything is so secure and everybody else is satisfied
James...do you like your life Can you find release And will you ever change When will you write your masterpiece Do what's good for you, or you're not good for anybody...James...
This May Be The Night Composer(s): Mack Gordon - Harry Revel Performer(s): Arthur Jarrett, Sonja Henie, Richard Greene, Buddy Ebsen, Joan Davis
This may be the night You may be the one I suppose that Heaven knows What fate may have in store
This may be the night You may be the one Where have you been hiding, Dear Why haven't we met before
Think of all the moonlight That we should have shared Moments in the moonlight I could have declared I love you
Lovely one, if you feel the way I do Then I'm sure, so very sure The world has just begun Sure that this is the night and you're the one
Think of all the moonlight That we should have shared Moments in the moonlight I could have declared I love you
Lovely one, if you feel the way I do Then I'm sure, so very sure My world has just begun Sure that this is the night and you're the one This may be the night
Credo Nell'amore
((French & Spanish Titles: Les Choses De L'amour (by Dalida); Las Cosas Del Amor (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi - Paul de Senneville
Performer(s): Dalida
Amore ti ricordi Il primo appuntamento Insieme sul Tamigi a ridere per ore E come vecchi amici partire in un momento E accorgersi a Parigi che il nostro amore E poi Milano e Roma, le cene in trttoria Per chi si vuole bene l'ltalia è poesia Finire le serate vedendo un film insieme E darsi ancora un bacio sulla parola fine
Lo sai che avevo chiuso Per sempre questo cuore Amore arrivi tu E credo nell'amore
Svegliarmi la mattina trovarti accanto a me Non essre più sola a ber il moi caffè Capire cosa sono paura e nostalgia Appena per lavoro ti tocca andare via Son cose che da tempo non ricordavo più Il gusto della vita me l'hai ridato tu Da quando ti conosco e guardo gli occhi tuoi Non so più dire io e dico solo noi
Lo sai che avevo chiuso Per sempre questo cuore Amore arrivi tu E credo nell'amore
Amore ti ricordi il primo appuntamento Mi sembra fosse ieri eppure è tanto tempo Del tempo che mi resta metà io ne darei Per essere sicura che non mi lascerai Parigi oppure Londra, non mi interessa più Io sono la tua ombra il mondo moi sei tu Se un giorno avremo un figlio lui ci somiglierà E come t'amo io lui certo t'amerà
Lo sai che avevo chiuso Per sempre questo cuore Amore ci sei tu E credo nell'amore
Jambalaya Composer(s): Hank Williams Performer(s): Fats Domino; and various other artists
Good-bye, Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus) Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Thibodaux, Fontaineaux, the place is buzzin' Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen Dress in style and go hog wild, me oh my oh Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus) Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
Settle down far from town, get me a pirogue And I'll catch all the fish in the bayou Swap my mon to buy Yvonne what she need-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
(Chorus)Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and fillet gumbo 'Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-o Son of a gun, we'll have big fun on the bayou
This Masquerade Composer(s): Leon Russell First release by: Leon Russell - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Are we really happy here With this lonely game we play Looking for words to say Searching but not finding understanding anywhere We're lost in a masquerade
Both afraid to say we're just to far away From being close together from the start We tried to talk it over but the words got in the way We're lost inside this lonely game we play
Thoughts of leaving disappear Every time I see your eyes No matter how hard I try To understand the reasons Why we carry on this way We're lost in a masquerade
Created By The Father Composer(s): Dennis Brown Performer(s): Dennis Brown and multiple other artists
Created a man did he... yeah, yeah
Look at the trees How their leaves are blowing away in the sky Listen to the birds How they're singing away their time Look at the sun How it shines, bright in the skies Well, all these things were... ..created by the Father!
Look at the grass How it makes your lawns look pretty Look at the flowers How they make your gardens look pretty, too Even when you're feeling weary Sad and low All you've got to do is... Relax and feel the cool rain so [???]
Ooooh yeah yeah.. yeah! Oh woah yeah
What a beautiful feeling yeah Oooh yeah
Look at the trees How their leaves are blowing away in the sky Listen to the birds How they're singing away their time Look at the sun How it shines, bright in the skies Well all these things were... ..created by the Father!
Look at the grass How it makes your lawns look pretty Look at the flowers How they make your gardens look pretty too Even when you're feeling weary sad and low All you've got to do is... Relax and feel...
Jamás, Jamás Composer(s): Fredérico Baena Performer(s): Javier Solis; Maria Luisa Landin
Nunca más, jamás, jamás iré a buscarte pues mi orgullo puede más que mi dolor Nunca más, jamás, jamás he de rogarte y aunque me duela el alma no humillarás mi amor
Te perdono todo el mal que tú me has hecho y si hoy vives más feliz lejos de mí yo sabré cavar tu tumba aquí en mi pecho para enterrar tus besos y olvidarme de ti
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Te perdono todo el mal que tú me has hecho y si hoy vives más feliz lejos de mí yo sabré cavar tu tumba aquí en mi pecho para enterrar tus besos y olvidarme de ti
I wish that you could see All the things that I have seen This mind of mine is making life worthwhile I wish that youd have know Of all the plans I had in store for us Laughing, dancing, traveling the world on our own
And this man, he weeps tonight And his head is bowed with sorrow But what can you do, sitting there And you let him cry tomorrow Yes, youll let him cry tomorrow Yes, youll let him cry tomorrow
I thought our thing would last cause it said so in my horoscope The days have gone and past while dreaming away The lighting here is dim And the room closes in around me Your pictures hanging loose on a rusting nail
And this man, he weeps tonight And his head is bowed with sorrow But what can you do, sitting there And you let him cry tomorrow Yes, youll let him cry tomorrow Yes, youll let him cry tomorrow
And this man, he weeps tonight And his head is bowed with sorrow But what can you do, sitting there And you let him cry tomorrow Yes, youll let him cry tomorrow Yes, youll let him cry tomorrow
Crazy Words, Crazy Tune Composer(s): Milton Ager; Jack Yellen Performer(s): Johnny Marvin and multiple other artists
There's a guy I'd like to kill If he doesn't stop I will He's got a ukulele, and a voice that's loud and shrill 'Cause he lives next door to me And he keeps me up till three With his ukulele and a funny melody
Crazy words, crazy tune All that you'll ever hear him croon Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de o, doe Vo-doe doe Sits around, all night long Sings the same words to every song Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de o, doe
His ukulele, daily how he'll strum! Bum bum bum! Vampin' and stampin' Then he hollers, "Black bottom!" Crazy words, crazy tune He'll be driving me crazy soon Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de o, doe
I have begged that guy to stop I have even called a cop Told my dog "Go sic him", but the durn dog wouldn't go But tonight will be the end Yes siree, 'cause I intend To go up and kick him in the vo doe doe de oh doe
He's got to stop it, stop it, yes he must Or I'll just kill him, I'll kill him Then I'll do the black bottom When I'm jailed, upon my need To the jury and the judge I'll plead Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de o doe
Now the minuet, quiet bliss Calm and peaceful, it went like this Vo doe de o vo doe doe de o doe The Polka too was a treat Your partner said if you tread on his feet Vo doe de o vo doe doe de o doe
The gliding Foxtrot we've got And the blues, if you choose We've got the Charleston And we'll soon have Black Bottom Our vicar said, "Ah, me Friends, our hymn for tonight will be Vo doe de o doe doe doe de o doe
It's a rage, it's a craze Everybody sings now-a-days Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de oh doe Vo doe doe Every goof, every sheik Tunes his uke and begins to shriek Vo doe de oh, vo doe doe de o doe
Go on the east side, the west side Here or there, everywhere They vo doe, vo doe doe Then they holler, "Black bottom!" Young or old, old or young The guy that started it should be hung Vo doe de o, vo doe doe de o, doe
Jamais Synchrones Composer(s): Françoise Hardy; Jean-Nöel Chaleat Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
comment savoir à quoi il pense derrière son masque d'indifférence son humour noir, son insolence un coup j'me bloque, un coup j'me lance j'ai rien à dire pour ma défense j'pardonne pas trop l'abus d'confiance souvent j'bats froid, je perds patience un coup j'me tais, un coup j'balance ouh j'sais pas où on va jamais synchrones c'est pire qu'un rituel il touche le fond quand j'veux monter au ciel jamais synchrones jamais là quand j'appelle c'est le symptôme, c'est l'histoire habituels jamais synchrones problème existentiel faut pas se fier aux apparences les mécanismes de défense font dire l'inverse de ce qu'on pense un coup j'descends, un coup j'encense ouh j'sais pas où on va jamais synchrones c'est pire qu'un rituel qui casse le rythme et qui vous coupe les ailes jamais synchrones court-circuit, étincelles ça cacophone, ça cogne et ça s'emmêle jamais synchrones c'est pire qu'un rituel il touche le fond quand j'veux monter au ciel jamais synchrones jamais là quand j'appelle c'est le symptôme c'est l'histoire habituels jamais synchrones aveu confidentiel
This Magic Moment Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman First release by: The Drifters - 1960 Covered by multiple other artists
This magic moment So different and so new Was like any other Until I kissed you
And then it happened It took me by surprise I knew that you felt it too By the look in your eyes
Sweeter than wine (sweeter than wine) Softer than a summer night (softer than a summer night) Everything I wanna have (everything, everything) Whenever I hold you tight
This magic moment (this magic moment) While your lips are close to mine Will last forever Forever till the end of time
Sweeter than wine (sweeter than wine) Softer than a summer night (softer than a summer night) Everything I wanna have (everything, everything) Whenever I hold you tight
This magic moment (this magic moment) While your lips are close to mine Will last forever (this magic moment) Forever till the end of time (magic)
