Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tighten Up Your Wig ((Finnish Version: Kossutila Alkon Krest (Moogetmoogs) - 1992)) Composer(s): John Kay First release by: Steppenwolf - 1968
What can you see with your ear on the ground Try to lift up your feet, girl, and take a look around Let me see your eyes girl We've got to make them big If you'd like to see the truth I better tighten up your wig
Your mind is too narrow, and it's no surprise If you fell on a pin, well, you'd be blind in both eyes Oh, let me see your head, girl, we've got to make it big Until your ears come apart, I better tighten up your wig
Watch out for the lunch bunch, they'll try to bring you down Don't get hung up in the shower, baby, you might drown Oh yeah, oh, your head looks kinda big Before I loose you mind, girl, I better tighten up your wig
Just before we go, I'd like to mention Junior Wells We stole his thing from him, and he from someone else Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, he plays the blues like few before May he play forevermore
Cycles Composer(s): Gayle Caldwell First release by: Frank Sinatra - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
So Im down and so Im out But so are many others So I feel like tryin to hide My head neath these covers Life is like the seasons After winter comes the spring So Ill keep this smile awhile And see what tomorrow brings
Ive been told and I believe That life is meant for livin And even when my chips are low Theres still some left for givin Ive been many places Maybe not as far as you So I think Ill stay awhile And see if some dreams come true
There isnt much that I have learned Through all my foolish years Except that life keeps runnin in cycles First theres laughter, then those tears
But Ill keep my head up high Although Im kinda tired My gal just up and left last week Friday I got fired You know its almost funny But things cant get worse than now So Ill keep on tryin to sing But please, just dont ask me how
Je Ne Dirai Ni Oui, Ni Non Composer(s): Ralph Bernet; Jacques Revaux Performer(s): Dalida
Dans la ronde des ans qui passent La chaine des amis grandit Puis le temps vient prendre leur place Le cercle se fait plus petit
En pleurant on allume un cierge Pour celui qui vient de partir Mais comme le dit ma concierge Il vaut mieux rester et souffrir
A t'elle tort ou raison Je ne dirai ni oui ni non
Elle attent dans la nuit glaciale Le cur chaud et les doigts gelés Mais les hommes ça parle, ça parle Et ne viennent jamais vous chercher Il avait dit avant les neiges Et je reviendrai pour tes yeux Mais comme le dit ma concierge Ça parle bien mais ça court mieux
A t'elle tort ou raison Je ne dirai ni oui ni non
Le riche à son dernier voyage Est tout fleuri comme à un banquet On croirait presque un mariage Sans le serieux des invités Le pauvre lui est sans cortège Il meurt caché comme les oiseaux Mais comme le dit ma concierge Défaut d'argent point de tombeau
A t'elle tort ou raison Je ne dirai ni oui ni non A t'elle tort ou raison Je ne dirai ni oui ni non
Drummin' Man Composer(s): Tiny Parham - Gene Krupa Performer(s): Gene Krupa and multiple other artists
Drummin' man, he's a drummin' man No one kicks a set of drums just like he can All about biology, he knows not a thing The way he swings out on those drumes You know he's really keen
Drummin' man, he's a drummin' man He's a wow, if you know what I mean See that man sittin' on that stool He's a cowhide kickin' fool Swing it Mister Gene
Je Ne Danserai Plus Jamais English Title: I'll Never Dance Again Composer(s): M. Anthony; Barry Mann; J.M. Rivat Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Mon cur autrefois battait Tout près de ton cur Nous deux on dansait Pour moi c'était le bonheur Et maintenant un autre Te tiens dans ses bras Non, plus jamais Non, plus jamais Je ne danserai Plus jamais
Alors j'ai dansé avec une autre que toi Pourtant je n'ai pu retrouver la même joie Vraiment si tu ne reviens pas Tout comme autrefois Jamais plus, non, jamais Non, non plus jamais Je ne danserai Plus jamais
Crois tu que mes yeux Supportent tout ça Qu'ils ne pleurent pas Quand ils te voient Suivre tous ces pas
Je te vois qui soupire Penchée sur son épaule Ça me fait souffrir De voir sa main qui te frôle Alors tant que tu seras là Serrée dans ses bras Jamais plus, non, jamais Non, non plus jamais Je ne danserai Plus jamais
Plus jamais plus, non, plus jamais Non, non plus jamais Je ne danserai Plus jamais
Jamais plus, non, plus jamais Non, non plus jamais Je ne danserai Plus jamais
Tighten Up Composer(s): Archie Bell - Billy Buttier First release by: Archie Bell & The Drells - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Hi everybody I'm Archie Drell and the Drells from Houston, Texas We don't only sing but we dance just as good as we walk In Houston we just started a new dance called the Tighten Up This is the music we tighten up to
First tighten up on the drums Come on now drummer I want you to tighten it up for me now Oh yeah Tighten up on that bass now Tighten it up Ha ha Yeah Now let that guitar fall in Oh yeah Tighten up on that organ now
Ya, do the tighten up Yeah now I said if you can do it now It sure would be tough
Now look here Come on now Make it mellow
Let's tighten up now Do the tighten up Everybody can do it now So let's do it We're gonna tighten up Let's do the tighten up You can do it now So baby get to it
Let's do your left now Let's do your right You can do it But don'tcha just do it light Come on and tighten up Tighten it up now
Come on now drum Tighten it up Tighten up that bass Oh yeah Now look here I want that guitar to fall in on that Tighten it up now Oh yeah Now tighten it up organ There everybody, tighten it up
Now look here We gonna make it mellow for ya now We gonna make it mellow now Tighten up You can tighten up
Cut The Cake Composer(s): Owen Onnie McIntyre; Alan Gorrie; Roger Ball; Malcolm Duncan; Robbie McIntosh; James Stuart First release by: Average White Band - 1975
Cut the cake give me a little piece let me lick up the cream Cut the cake well, just a little piece baby you know what I mean Cut the cake give me a little piece a little lovin' on the side Cut the cake I need a little piece just to keep me satisfied
gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake Well it tastes so good don't pass it all around gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake
You got to cut it-down! Cut the cake just a little piece of your sweet love Cut the cake don't you know that I can't get enough Cut the cake want you to know that I ain't a greedy man Cut the cake don't you know that I'll do the best I can
gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake Well it tastes so good don't pass it all around gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake
Cut the cake give me a little piece let me lick up the cream Cut the cake well, just a little piece baby you know what I mean Cut the cake give me a little piece a little lovin' on the side Cut the cake I need a little piece just to keep me satisfied
gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake Well it tastes so good don't pass it all around gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake
Never knew you cooked the way you do
gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake Tastes so good don't pass the recipe around gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme that cake
You got to cut it-down cut it-down cut it-down-Cut the cake please
Je Ne Crois Pas Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Fillette, fillette naïve Tu es dans les bras d'un vagabond D'un vagabond Déjà il faut que je poursuive Ma course folle vers l'horizon Vers l'horizon Chacun sa destinée sur terre Je suis un homme de nulle part Et ne faisant pas de mystère Je te dis adieu, et non au revoir
Je ne cois pas Qu'un jour ou l'autre on se reverra Je ne crois pas Que je m'en revienne sur mes pas L'amour c'est fort Mais la liberté bien plus encore Et qui sait demain Ce que nous réserve notre destin
Fillette, fillette, tu pleures Sèche tes larmes car à vingt ans Car à vingt ans Si d'amour il fallait qu'on meure Moi je serais mort depuis longtemps Depuis longtemps Lorsque j'aurai quitté la route Le soleil rebrillera pour toi Et la vie te reprendra toute Jusqu'à te faire oublier tout de toi
Je ne cois pas Qu'un jour ou l'autre on se reverra Je ne crois pas Que je m'en revienne sur mes pas L'amour c'est fort Mais la liberté bien plus encore Et qui sait demain Ce que nous réserve notre destin
Fillette fillette je gage Que plus tard seul et abandonné Abandonné J'irai de villes en villages Regrettant celles qui m'ont aimé Qui m'ont aimé Le temps m'aura courbé de l'échine L'orage m'aura lavé les yeux J'aurai des remords j'imagine Quand la neige sera dans mes cheveux
Je ne cois pas Qu'un jour ou l'autre on se reverra Je ne crois pas Que je m'en revienne sur mes pas Loin de tes bras Comme un arbre mort d'avoir vécu Un jour les bras en croix Je rentrerai dans une terre inconnue
Je ne cois pas Qu'un jour ou l'autre on se reverra Je ne crois pas Que je m'en revienne sur mes pas
Tight Rope Composer(s): Leon Russell Performer(s): Leon Russell
I'm up on the tightrope, one sides hate and one is hope It's a circus game with you and me I'm up on the tightwire, linked by life and the funeral pyre But the tophat on my head is all you see
And the wire seems to be the only place for me A comedy of errors and I'm falling Like a rubber neck giraffe, you look into my past Well, baby you're just to blind to see
I'm up in the spotlight, oh does it feel right The altitude seems to really get to me I'm up on the tightwire linked by life and the funeral pyre Putting on a show for you to see
Cut Across Shorty French Title: Cours Plus Vite Charlie - 1968 Composer(s): Marijohn Wilkin; Wayne P. Walker First release by: Eddie Cochran - 1960 Covered by multiple other artists
Now a country boy called Shorty And a city boy named Dan Had to prove who could run the fastest To win miss Lucy's hand Now dan had all the money And he also had the looks But Shorty must have had something, boys That can't be found in books Well, a-cut across Shorty, Shorty cut across That's what miss Lucy said Cut across Shorty, Shorty cut across It's you i wanna wed Now dan had been in training A week before the race He made up his mind Ol' Shorty would end in second place And dan with his long legs a-flyin' Left Shorty far behind And Shorty heard him holler out Miss lucy, you'll soon be mine But Shorty wasn't worried There was a smile upon his face He knew that he was a-goin' to win 'cause lucy had fixed the race And just like that old story About the turtle and the hair When dan crossed over the finish line He found Shorty waiting there
Je Ne Connais Que Toi Composer(s): Herbert Kretzmer; Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Toi je ne connais que toi Depuis qu'un matin froid M'a jeté sur ta grève Toi depuis toujours à moi Et pour toujours ma joie Le temps de cette vie trop brève Sous les branches du bonheur Dans les ombres du coeur Lorsque parfois j'ai peur J'entends comme un écho Ta voix qui me fait chaud Et qui m'a certains soirs Sauvé du désespoir
Toi, toi qui connais les mots Trop pleins pour être dits Trop beaux pour être écrits Toi musique de mon coeur Toi qui fais qu'aussitôt Près de toi je deviens meilleur Toi vers qui mes bras se tendent De toute éternité Tu es ma vérité Et quand on me demande Ce qui me fait chanter Je te montre du doigt Je ne connais que toi
Tigger's Song Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman - Robert B. Sherman Performer(s): Paul Winchell
The wonderful thing about Tiggers Is Tiggers are wonderful things Their tops are made out of rubber Their bottoms are made out of springs They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy Fun, fun, fun, fun, Fun! But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers Is I'm the only one
The wonderful thing about Tiggers Is Tiggers are wonderful chaps They're loaded with vim and with vigor They love to leap in your laps They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy pouncy Fun, fun, fun, fun, Fun But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers Is I'm the only one
Tiggers are wonderful fellahs Tiggers are awfully sweet Everyone elses is jealous And thats why I repeat...
The wonderful thing about Tiggers Are Tiggers are wonderful things Their tops are made out of rubber Their bottoms are made out of springs They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy Fun, fun, fun, fun, Fun! But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers Is I'm the only one Yes, I'm the only one (Grrrrrrrr...) ooOOoooOOooooOOOO!!!
Já nem sei dizer se sou feliz ou não Já nem sei pra quem eu dou meu coração Preciso acreditar que gosto de alguém E essa tristeza Vai ter que acabar e custe o que custar Às vezes sinto até vontade de chorar Eu quero ter alguém que possa compreender Minha desilusão
Até pensar que nunca mais vou ter alguém pra mim Eu já pensei assim Até sofri demais Será meu Deus, enfim, que eu não tenho paz
Je Ne Chante Pas Pour Passer Le Temps Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Il se peut que je vous déplaise En peignant la réalité Mais si j'en prends trop à mon aise Je n'ai pas à m'en excuser Le monde ouvert à ma fenêtre Que je referme ou non l'auvent S'il continue de m'apparaître Comment puis-je faire autrement
Je ne chante pas pour passer le temps
Le monde ouvert à ma fenêtre Comme l'eau claire le torrent Comme au ventre l'enfant à naître Et neige la fleur au printemps Le monde ouvert à ma fenêtre Avec sa dulie ses horreurs Avec ses armes et ses reîtres Avec son bruit et sa fureur
Je ne chante pas pour passer le temps
Mon Dieu mon Dieu tout assumer L'odeur du pain et de la rose Le poids de ta main qui se pose Comme un témoin du mal d'aimer Le cri qui gonfle la poitrine De Lorca à Maïakovski Des poètes qu'on assassine Ou qui se tuent pourquoi pour qui
Je ne chante pas pour passer le temps
Le monde ouvert à ma fenêtre Et que je brise ou non la glace S'il continue à m'apparaître Que voulez-vous donc que j'y fasse Mon coeur mon coeur si tu t'arrêtes Comme un piano qu'on désaccorde Qu'il me reste une seule corde Et qu'à la fin mon chant répète
He took me to a garden of Eden When I got there I found it needed weeding Well, well... you never can tell mmm
The honeysuckle trees looked so inviting When I got closer they were poison ivy My, my, right in front of my eyes were
Tigers and fireflies Telling me lies, they were telling me lies I couldn't see their disguise Tigers and fireflies Tigers and fireflies
I flew down to my fools paradise Knew that I had been there maybe once or twice before But I couldn't be sure mmm
I cannot be sure if this is love or desire Out of the frying pan and into the fire Burn, burn... when will I learn to discern those
Tigers and fireflies Telling me lies, they were telling me lies I couldn't see their disguise Tigers and fireflies Tigers and fireflies
Ooooh
Tiger, tiger burning bright I heard your roar, I felt your bite I was razzled, I was dazzled by the fireflies light It hypnotised me, mesmerised me all night
TTTTigers and fireflies Telling me lies, they were telling me lies I couldn't see their disguise Tigers and fireflies Tigers and fire... flies
Custard Pie Composer(s): Robert Plant; James Patrick Page First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
Drop down, baby, let your daddy see Drop down, mama, just dream of me Well, my mama allow me to fool around all night long Well, I may look like I'm crazy, I should know right from wrong See me comin', throw your man out the door Ain't no stranger, been this way before See me comin', mama, throw your man out the door I ain't no stranger, I been this way before Put on your night shirt and your morning gown You know by night I'm gonna shake 'em down Put on your night shirt, mama, and your morning gown Well, you know by night I'm gonna shake 'em down Your custard pie, yeah, sweet and nice When you cut it, mama, save me a slice Your custard pie, I declare, it's sweet and nice I Like your custard pie When you cut it, mama, mama, please save me a slice Save me a slice of your custard pie Drop down
I'm the king of the jungle They call me the tiger man I' m the king of the jungle They call me tiger man If you cross my path You take your own life in your hands
Well, I get up on a mountain And I call my wild cat back Yeah, I get up on a mountain And I call my black cat back My black cat comes a runnin' And the hound dogs, they get way back
Yeah, I get up on a mountain And I call my wild cat back Yeah, I get up on a mountain And I call my black cat back My black cat comes a runnin' And the hound dogs, they get way back
Yeah, I get up on a mountain And I call my wild cat back Yeah, I get up on a mountain And I call my black cat back My black cat comes a runnin' And the hound dogs, they get way back
Curly Headed Baby Composer(s): L. Leatherman
Performer(s): Doc Watson
She's my curly headed baby She's from sunny Tennessee She's my curly headed baby She's more than all the world to me
I have loved her since I met her (yes sir) More than any tongue can tell If she ever prove falls hearted It would be so hard to say farewell Yodeleyie-ie-ie-ie
Now let me tell you 'bout some women (hmmhmm) I can tell you how they'll do They gonna be cryin' on your shoulder And be flirting with another too
She's my curly headed baby She's from sunny Tennessee She's my curly headed baby She's more than all the world to me Yodeleyie-ie-ie-ie
When I look into her blue eyes There's more than words can ever say I could never love some other No one else can make me feel this way
She's my curly headed baby She's from sunny Tennessee She's my curly headed baby She's more than all the world to me Yodeleyie-ie-ie-ie
