Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Excursion À Venise Composer(s): P. Tatartcheff; Anna McGarrigle Performer(s): Kate & Anna McGarrigle
À Notre-Dame de Stanbridge, les regards voilés de bure Et toi largement occupé, à délimiter les pavés À Sainte-Anne de la Pérade, les idées à la saumure Sur les chenaux ferme gelés, nos dimanches inachevés
Tu me faisais la cour Une excursion à Venise À la foire, les nounours Les violonneux, St-François d'Assise Écoute les cigales chanter
Et plus tard, encabanés, nous réveillant tout assoiffés Tâtonnant d'une main, vers la cruche d'eau figée Entre les portes et les fenêtres, la neige se hérissait Au poêle, du poêle allons vite, vite chasser la blanche gelée
Tard, au cours des veillées, les propos aimantés par les villes Je t'y plaçais volontiers, bien à l'aise dans les tramways Tous les pépères délestés, aux roulottes immobiles Se monfondant accotés, en bordure au long des highways
I'm So Excited Composer(s): Trevor Lawrence; June Pointer; Anita Pointer; Ruth Pointer First release by: The Pointer Sisters - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
Tonight's the night we're gonna make it happen Tonight we'll put all other things aside Give in this time and show me some affection We're going for those pleasures in the night
I want to love you, feel you Wrap myself around you I want to squeeze you, please you I just can't get enough And if you move real slow, I'll let it go
I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it I'm about to lose control and I think I like it I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it And I know, I know, I know, I know I know I want you
We shouldn't even think about tomorrow Sweet memories will last a long long time We'll have a good time baby don't you worry And if we're still playing around boy that's just fine
Let's get excited, we just can't hide it I'm about to lose control and I think I like it I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it And I know, I know, I know, I know I know I want you, want you
I want to love you, feel you Wrap myself around you I want to squeeze you, please you I just can't get enough And if you move real slow, I'll let it go
I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it I'm about to lose control and I think I like it I'm so excited, and I just can't hide it And I know, I know, I know, I know I know I want you
I'm so excited (look what you do to me) and I just can't hide it (you got me burning up) I'm about to lose control and I think I like it I'm so excited (look what you do to me) and I just can't hide it (I'm about to give it up) And I know, I know, I know, I know I know I want you
Excerpt From A Teenage Opera Composer(s): Philwit Hopkins; Pegasus Hopkins Performer(s): Keith West
Count the days into years Yes, eighty-two brings many fears Yesterday's laughter turns to tears His arms and legs don't feel so strong His heart is weak, there's something wrong Opens windows in despair Tries to breathe in some fresh air His conscience cries, "Get on your feet Without you, Jack, the town can't eat"
Refrain:
Grocer Jack, Grocer Jack, get off your back go into town, don't let them down, oh no, no Grocer Jack, Grocer Jack, get off your back go into town, don't let them down, oh no, no
The people that live in the town don't understand - he's never been known to miss his round It's ten o'clock, the housewives yell "When Jack turns up, we'll give him hell" Husbands moan at breakfast tables, no milk, no eggs, no marmalade labels Mothers send their children out, to Jack's house to scream and shout
Refrain
It's Sunday morning, bright and clear lovely flowers decorate a marble square People cry and mourn away, think about the fateful day Now they wish they'd given Jack more affection and respect The little children, dressed in black, don't know what's happened to old Jack
Refrain
Grocer Jack, Grocer Jack, is it true what Mummy said you won't come back Oh no, no
I'm So Bored With The U.S.A. Composer(s): Topper Headon; Paul Simonon; Joe Strummer; Michael Geoffrey Jones First release by: The Clash - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
Yankee soldier He wanna shoot some skag He met it in Cambodia But now he can't afford a bag
Yankee dollar talk To the dictators of the world In fact it's giving orders An' they can't afford to miss a word
I'm so bored with the U...S...A... But what can I do?
Yankee detectives Are always on the TV 'Cos killers in America Work seven days a week
Never mind the stars and stripes Let's print the Watergate Tapes I'll salute the New Wave And I hope nobody escapes
I'm so bored with the U...S...A... But what can I do?
Move up Starsky For the C.I.A. Suck on Kojak For the USA
You look surprised You didnt think youd see me Kicking up my heels Painting up this town When you said good-bye Learned a couple new dances Cast a couple of glances Im on a big roll now...
Except for Monday which was never good anyway Tuesday I get a little sideways Wednesday I feel better just for spite Thursday and Friday take too long Before I know it, Saturdays gone But its Sunday now and you can bet that Im alright
Dont get me wrong It wasnt always this easy Getting over you Got a little rough on me But it didnt take long Before I got it together And everyday I thank my lucky stars that you set me free
Except for Monday which was never good anyway Tuesday I get a little sideways Wednesday I feel better just for spite Thursday and Friday take too long Before I know it, Saturdays gone But its Sunday now and you can bet that Im alright
I'm So All Alone (French Versions: Je Suis Seul Ce Soir; Je Suis Seule Ce Soir) Composer(s): Paul Durand; Jean Casanova; Rose Noël; Jos. Geo. Gilbert Performer(s): Sam Browne; Archie Lewis; Skyrockets Orch.
Here I'm all alone with a memory Of that day when we said goodbye Sweetheart why can't we be together? Once again, just you and I
I'm so all alone, ever so lonely I'm so all alone, ever so blue There's a yearning, always returning Such a yearning, only for you
I'm so all alone, ever so lonely Without you, my love, what can I do? Only tears remain, so please come back again For I'm so all alone, longing for you
Je suis seul ce soir, avec mes rêves Je suis seul ce soir, sans ton amour Le jour tombe, ma joie s'achève Tout se brise, dans mon coeur lourd
I'm so all alone, ever so lonely Without you, my love, what can I do? Only tears remain so please come back again For I'm so all alone, longing for you
Exactly Like You Composer(s): Dorothy Fields; Jimmy McHugh Performer(s): Ruth Etting; and various other artists
I used to have a perfect sweetheart Not a real one, just a dream A wonderful vision of us as a team Can you imagine how I feel now Love is real now, it's ideal You're just what I wanted And now it's nice to live Paradise to live.....
I know why I've waited Know why I've been blue Prayed each night for someone Exactly like you
Why should we spend money On a show or two No one does those love scenes Exactly like you
You make me feel so grand I want to hand the world to you I hope you'll understand Each foolish little scheme I'm schemin' And dream I'm dreamin'
Now I know why mother Taught me to be true She meant me for someone Exactly like you
I'm Shooting High Composer(s): Ted Koehler; Jimmy McHugh Performer(s): Alice Faye & Jack Oakie and multiple other artists
I'm shooting high Got my eye on a star in the sky Shooting high I'll never stop till I get to the top Tell me why, shooting high You know it's you I'm after You're my lucky star I'm on a rainbow rafter Climbing up to where you are I'll have the time, it's a climb But I'll make it `cos I'm Shooting high
Every morning, when I raise my blind To greet another day I begin by making up my mind That it's my lucky day
I'm shooting high Got my eye on a star in the sky Shooting high I'll never stop till I get to the top Tell me why, shooting high You know it's you I'm after You're my lucky star I'm on a rainbow rafter Climbing up to where you are I'll have the time, it's a climb But I'll make it `cos I'm Shooting high
Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Benny Goodman; and various other artists
Every time we say goodbye, I die a little Every time we say goodbye, I wonder why a little Why the gods above me, who must be in the know think so little of me that they allow you go
When your near there's such an air of Spring about it I can hear a lark somewhere begin to sing about it There's no love song finer but how strange The change from major to minor Every time we say goodbye
Ev'ry Street's A Boulevard In Old New York Composer(s): Jule Styne; Bob Hilliard Performer(s): Dean Martin; and various other artists
So I leave it to you, what's in a name? Are the folks who live on a street like Eleventh Any finer than the family on 107th? I settle each issue by telling the squawker If you live in New York be glad you're a New Yorker
Every street's a boulevard in old New York Every street's a highway of your dreams It's a thrill to shop on 34th Street Or down in Union Square I like the people you meet on Mulberry Street Have you ever been there?
Streets are lined with palaces in old New York It's a kingdom where the people wear the crown Just remember there's an East Side and a West Side And Uptown and Down That's why I'm proud to be a part of New York town
Streets are paved with happiness in old New York We're proud you're a part of it We're happy that you came Each sidewalk is a concrete path to fame Just remember there's an East Side and the West Side And Uptown and Down In this great big metropolis known as New York town
Im Sending My Blessings Composer(s): Al Dubin; Noel Gay; L. Wolfe Gilbert Performer(s): Ivy Benson; Vera Lynn
Im sending my blessings With every letter I pen I hope and pray that one fine day Youre in my arms again Im sending my blessings I know whenever I do A bluebird sings, then spreads its wings And flies from me to you
It bears a tender magic Wherever you may be Soon I hope my bluebird Will bring you back to me
Im sending my blessings I pray that heaven above Will bless you too When I send you My blessings and my love
Every Girl Is Different Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen; Johnny Burke
I'm a very clever person When I get my little brain unfurled For example, I discovered something That should really rock the world
Ev'ry girl is diff'rent Either she's a beauty or she's brainy Or the kind you call on when it's rainy Who knows why?
Ev'ry girl is diff'rent Either she's to talk with or to smile with Or be shipwrecked on a desert isle with Who knows why?
You'll agree that a blush can make a strong man weak Don't quote me, but believe me, that is pure technique
Ev'ry girl is diff'rent Either she's a sweet thing or a bright thing But if ev'ry girl would do the right thing They'd go out on strike 'Cause men are all alike
Ev'ry girl is diff'rent One prefers a necklace, one a frat pin While another reaches for a hat pin Who knows why?
Ev'ry girl is diff'rent Either she's a tomboy or she's fragile Or perhaps discouragingly agile Who knows why?
And somehow ev'ry boy believes his heart is clear Don't look now but the fellow with the rings is here
Ev'ry girl is diff'rent Either they're alluring or alarming But they do expect to meet Prince Charming For the love of Mike! Men are all alike
I'm Scared Composer(s): Burton Cummings Performer(s): Burton Cummings; Randy Bachman
Said I'm scared, lord I'm scared, I'm terrified Never been much on religion but I sure never like to hear the call I'm scared lordy lord I'm shakin' I'm petrified Never been much on religion but I showed up, just fell down on my knees
Heard the choir singing something about good will torn men And even then sleeping in heavenly peace Stopped by to see St. Thomas On a cold and dreary New York afternoon Something in the air was oh so rare I dont know what it was but I know that it's still right there
And I'm scared lordy lord I'm shaken I'm terrified Never been much on religion but I showed up and just fell down on my knees
Livin' in confusion, searchin' for truth that I'd never found I needed something to really believe Turned toward the heavens on a dark and stormy winter afternoon Something in the air was oh so rare I'm not really sure what it was but I know for sure that it's still right there
Scared, hey hey hey hey hey hey I'm terrified Never been much in religion but I showed up fell down on my knees Oh oh oh oh oh I'm scared you know I'm shakin' I'm layin' awake thinking about her Now I'm terrified Never been much on religion but I sure enough would like to hear the call Come on now give me a sign you're listening to me You hear me talkin' you hear my cryin' It's confusin' to me lord I'm terrified Never been much on religion but I showed up Just fell down on my knees Oh oh oh oh oh
Ev'ry Day Of My Life Composer(s): Morty Berk; Billy Hays; Harry James Performer(s): The McGuire Sisters; and various other artists
Ev'ry day of my life I'll be in love with you Ev'ry day of my life I promise I'll be true I'll never make you cry and as the years go by I'll always try to do what pleases you
Ev'ry day of my life I'll need you close to me And if I have my way, that's where you'll always be I'll prove how much I love you over and over again Ev'ry moment I live, ev'ry day of my life
(Ev'ry day of my life) Ev'ry day of my life I'll need you close to me (And if I have my way) And if I have my way, that's where you'll always be I'll prove how much I love you over and over again Ev'ry moment I live, ev'ry day of my life (Ah-ah-ah-ah)
I'm Ready Composer(s): Willie Dixon First release by: Muddy Waters - 1954 Covered by multiple other artists
I'm ready, ready as anybody can be I'm ready, ready as anybody can be Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I got an axe handle pistol on a graveyard frame That shoot tombstone bullets, wearin' balls and chain I'm drinkin' TNT, I'm smokin' dynamite I hope some screwball start a fight 'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
All you pretty little chicks with your pretty little hair I know you feels like I ain't nowhere But stop what your doin' baby come overhere I'll prove to you baby, that I ain't no square Because I'm ready, ready as anybody can be Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
I been drinkin' gin like never before I feel so good, I want you to know One more drink, I wish you would I takes a whole lotta lovin' to make me feel good 'Cause I'm ready, ready as anybody can be Now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready for me
Evolution Composer(s): Ronnie Lane Performer(s): Pete Townshend
Well, once I was a stone, many years ago Into a pool was thrown, many years ago Time went by and the pool ran dry Excavated was I, and tempered and beat in the fiery heat By the hand of a man, whose name was Dan, Dan the blacksmith
Well once I was a sword, many years ago And my blade was broad, many years ago Wore it with pride, and into battle I'd ride, on a warrior side And cut my tail, their was loss of my tail and soon did rust ,corrode to dust, oh my
Well once I was a daisy, many years ago In pastures green and lazy, many years ago But I was et by a goat who fell in a moat And forgetting to float he sunk like a lead and stayed until dead And was relieved to find just how kind it all was
Well once I was a grub, many years ago And I lived among that mud , many years ago But I'm a reckless mood, and I gave it a Coo That was it with a prune, and when the good Lord was done I walked with the sun, I shed my skins And tried my wings and flew away
Well, once I was a bullfrog, had to struggle for survival And once I was a carp and lived in waters on the meadow And once I was a mynah bird, quoting verses from the Bible I said pretty boy, pretty boy, Saint Luke
Well once I was a mule, many years ago and my master treat me cruel, many years ago By by was sick, so I moved to a kick, So I took out a stick , laid it back across my back To an almighty crack to my dismay I cast away into the blue
Then I was born a human baby, many years ago I remember I was born unto a lady, many years ago All our hopes were piled on the back of a child Who turned out to be wild, sent the devil a prayer Caused the parson to swear so I took my leave To lie and thieve, on my way to jail
Well, I've been a tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor Known good times and disaster But now I have a teacher and my teacher has a master And the master is perfection, so he'll help us get there faster Don't need no proof, 'cause that's the truth, and I'll drink to that!
