Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sandy Composer(s): Terry Fell Performer(s): Larry Hall
Sandy, Sandy Took every sweet thing like sugar and spice Ice cream and candy, everything nice They put it together, they gave it a name Sandy, Sandy, I'm a fool for Sandy
Her eyes are like heaven, her lips are devine Young love is tender, gentle and kind And everywhere I go, there you will find Sandy, Sandy, I'm a fool for Sandy
Took every sweet thing like sugar and spice Ice cream and candy, everything nice They put it together, they gave it a name Oh Sandy, Sandy, I'm a fool for Sandy Sandy, Sandy, Sandy Sandy, Sandy
Little Saint Nick
Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Mike Love
First release by: The Beach Boys - 1963
Well way up north were the air get cold There's a tale about Christmas that we've all been told About a real famous guy all dressed up in red And he spends the whole year workin' out on his sled He's little Saint Nick Oh he's a little Saint Nick Just a little bobsled we call it old Saint Nick And she'd rock a toboggan with a four-speed stick She's candy apple red with a ski for a wheel And when Santa gives the gas, man just watch her peel She's little Saint Nick Little Saint Nick
Run, run reindeer Run, run reindeer Run, run reindeer Run, run reindeer
He don't miss no one
Now he's haulin' through the snow at a frightening speed And a half a dozen reindeer with Rudy the lead Well he's gotta wear shades 'cause the snow really flies And he's cruisin' every pad with a little surprise He's little Saint Nick He's little Saint Nick Merry Christmas Christmas comes this time each year Merry Christmas Christmas comes this time each year Merry Christmas, Yeah Merry Christmas Christmas comes this time each year He's little Saint Nick Merry Christmas
Sandy Composer(s): Louis St. Louis; Scott Jared Simon First release by: John Travolta - 1978
Stranded at the drive in, branded a fool what will they say Monday at school? Sandy, can't you see, I'm in misery We made a start, now we're apart there's nothin' left for me Love has flown all alone I sit and wonder why-y-y oh why you left me, oh Sandy Oh Sandy, maybe someday, when highschool is done Somehow, someway, our two worlds will be one In heaven forever and ever we will be oh please say you'll stay, oh Sandy Sandy my darlin', you hurt me real bad you know it's true But baby, you gotta believe me when I say I'm helpless without you Love has flown all alone, I sit, I wonder why-y-y oh why you left me, oh Sandy Sandy Sandy, why-y-y-y oh Sandy
Little Red Riding Hood's Christmas Tree Composer(s): E. Dawson; D. Donez; A. Donnelly Performer(s): Rosemary Clooney
All the quaint little folks from Storybook Land Are happy as they can be Cuz theyll all be there and they all will share Little Red Riding Hoods Christmas Tree
For Little Boy Blue theres a silver horn To call the cows from the fields of corn For Merry King Cole theres a pipe and bowl On Little Red Riding Hoods Christmas Tree
A mama doll for Little Bo Peep To take the place of her little lost sheep For Pussy in the Well, theres something swell On Little Red Riding Hoods Christmas Tree
For Cinderella theres a beautiful dress A bracelet, and a ring Hi Diddle Diddle, the cat will play the fiddle Four and twenty blackbirds are gonna sing
(Theres a) A magic pail for Jack and Jill They can fall downhill and the water wont spill For Goldilocks, theres a music box On Little Red Riding Hoods Christmas Tree
She's a great little housewife Though sometimes she talks like a fool But she helps at the store in the holiday rush And she picks up the kids after school And she puts down the phone when her husband comes home And she changes from mother to wife 'Til she feels the words hanging between them And she hangs by her words to her life
She says I swear I love my husband, I love my kids I wanted to be like my mother But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did Oh there might have been time to be me For myself, for myself There's so many things that she wishes She don't even know what she's missing And that's how she knows that she missed
She's a sweetheart, except when she's moody It's hard to get through to her then Depressed for a while when the youngest was born Oh but that happens now and again She might take a drink with the housework Or when Michael's kept late at the shop A Martini or two before dinner But she always knows when to stop
She says I swear I love my husband and I love my kids You know I wanted to be like my mother But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did Oh there might have been time to be me For myself, for myself There's so many things that she wishes She don't even know what she's missing And that's how she knows that she missed
Oh they used to hold hands at the movies Now it's seldom if ever they go Once you've paid for the sitter and parking the car There's no money left for the show She was doing the dishes When a glass fell and broke on the tile And she cut her wrist (quite by mistake) It was real touch and go for a while
She says Oh God I love my husband and I love my kids You know I wanted to be like my, my mother But if I hadn't done it as soon as I did Oh there might have been time to be me For myself, for myself There's so many things that she wishes She don't even know what she's missing And that's how she knows that she missed
Little Christmas Tree Spanish Title: Arbolito Composer(s): Tish Hinojosa Performer(s): Tish Hinojosa
Arbolito this year I am seven I have freckles, I would let you have them There comes Mamacita with ornaments And with lights to dress you I help her, but she won't leave me with the icicles
From the kitchen, cooking las comadres I smell chocolate, garlic and tamales Where is my godmother and Santa Claus No it's not the presents I want, you know Yes, it's just the packages to guess
Arbolito I'm fifteen years old now I can almost reach to put your star on What I wish for Christmas this year is a secret His name is - Ay mama mira! (Mom, look!) My sister won't let me have the icicles!
From the kitchen, cooking las comadres I smell chocolate, garlic and tamales Where is my godmother and Santa Claus No it's not the presents I want, you know Yes, it's just the packages to guess
Arbolito, now I'm thirty something How familiar is our yearly talking No, mijita(daughter), you put the ornaments Does it look like Better Homes magazine? Aw, come on now, they're my icicles!
Sandman Composer(s): Dewey Bunnell Performer(s): America
Ain't it foggy outside All the planes have been grounded Ain't the fire inside? Let's all go stand around it Funny, I've been there And you've been here And we ain't had no time to drink that beer
'Cause I understand you've been running from the man That goes by the name of the Sandman He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye Of a hurricane that's abandoned
Ain't the years gone by fast I suppose you have missed them Oh, I almost forgot to ask Did you hear of my enlistment?
Funny, I've been there And you've been here And we ain't had no time to drink that beer
'Cause I understand you've been running from the man That goes by the name of the Sandman He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye Of a hurricane that's abandoned
I understand you've been running from the man That goes by the name of the Sandman He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye Of a hurricane that's abandoned
I understand you've been running from the man That goes by the name of the Sandman He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye Of a hurricane that's abandoned
I understand you've been running from the man That goes by the name of the Sandman He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye Of a hurricane that's abandoned
Little Christmas Tree Composer(s): George Clinton; Art Wayne Performer(s): Michael Jackson
I watch the snow flakes fall against my window pane and wonder if you are watching snow flakes too I take a walk downtown to where you used to meet me theres joy everywhere but all thats waiting there is just a little Christmas tree lookin sorta sad n lonely just like me noone seems to care they just went away and left it standing there all alone on Christmas Eve I hear the Christmas bell the happy people singing the songs of good cheer that only brings me tears I sadly close my eyes and say a little prayer you'll be waiting there for me I look but all I see is just a little Christmas tree lookin sorta sad n lonely just like me noone seems to care they just went away and left it standing there all alone on Christmas eve this is the season of love but I'm as sad as I can be why did you have to leave me oh little Christmas tree lookin' sorta sad n lonely just like me noone seems to care they just went away and left it standing there all alone on Christmas Eve
Sand In Your Eyes Composer(s): Royston Langdon Performer(s): Spacehog
When the world died laughing, laughing at you While others cry hungry you go without food Still you can see that as the world splits its sides You're one of a million, just a wandering child Because something meant something Nothing to the few Now heaven doesn't haunt you And hell's awful Don't tell me you love me, don't say that I do 'Cause I will believe you, I'll believe you Now you're hurting but you just can't feel You've got a chip on your shoulder and your arm won't heal Sheer paranoia keeps you awake Makes you hungry, makes you ache She'll go enroll me, time and again Well, I could have told you 'cause you're not my friend Still I will believe you, I'll even lie For all of your hurting is just sand in my eyes Like sand in your eyes But you can't see that with sand in your eyes You're just one of a million wandering children
Little Christmas Stocking With A Hole In The Toe Performer(s): Cricketones
In the house upon the hill Hanging on the window sill Was a little Christmas stocking with a hole in the toe And when Santa came to call At the house upon the hill He saw the Christmas stocking hanging in the candle glow.
Santa chuckled to himself As he walked across the floor To the little Christmas stocking with a hole in the toe And he saw a note was pinned The the place where it was torn He read the note then turned his head so teardrops would not show
The note said, "Santa I am just a little boy And I have everything that could bring me yuletide joy When you fill my stocking, if it should overflow I won't mind if something pushes through the hole in the toe"
Santa went back to his sled And he loaded up his pack Then he went back down the chimney and his heart was oh so glad And he filled the stocking until no more he could pack 'Cause the note said, "Please, dear Santa Could you make the gifts for mom & dad?"
Light Of The Stable Composer(s): Steve Rhymer; Elizabeth Rhymer Performer(s): Emmylou Harris; and various other artists
Hail hail to the newborn king Let our voices sing him our praises Hail hail to the guiding light That brought us tonight to our Saviour Ale (aleluiah) Ale (aleluiah) Ale (aleluiah) Ale (aleluiah)
Come now where it shines so bright To the knowing light of the stable Kneel close to the child so dear Cast aside your fear and the thankful Ale (aleluiah) Ale (aleluiah) Ale (aleluiah) Ale (aleluiah)
Sand In My Shoes Composer(s): Frank Loesser; Victor Schertzinger Performer(s): Leslie Hutchinson and multiple other artists
Sand in my shoes, sand from Havana Calling me to that ever so heavenly shore Calling me back to you once more Dreams in the night, dreams of Havana Dreams of a love I hadnt the strength to refuse Darling the sand is in my shoes Deep in my veins the sensuous strains Of the soft guitar Deep in my soul the thunderous roll Of a tropic sea under the stars, That was Havana You are the moonlit memry I cant seem to lose Thats why my lifes an endless cruise All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes
Deep in my veins the sensuous strains Of the soft guitar Deep in my soul the thunderous roll Of a tropic sea under the stars, That was Havana You are the moonlit memry I cant seem to lose Thats why my lifes an endless cruise All that is real is the feel of the sand in my shoes Sand in my shoes Sand from Havana
Lieber Kleiner Mann ((French Version: Mon Petit Bonhomme (by Dalida)) Composer(s): E. Hachfeld - G. Motta Performer(s): Dalida
Lieber kleiner Mann, Du wärst gern ein Mann Und ich wünsche nur eins allein Bleib noch lange so klein Lieber kleiner Mann, schau Dir das Leben an oft ist es ein gowagtes Spiel, das gewinne, wer will
Die Welt sieht anders aus als ein Spiel im Sonnenschein Und ich habe Angst um Dich Vielleicht könnt' Dir bald ein andrer näher sein Der Dich noch mehr liebt als ich
Die Zeit entflieht bevor man es sieht Zu spat und ein Traum, ein Traum vergeht
Lieber kleiner Mann Bald bist Du ein Mann wo Du alles erfahren musst das Gluck und den Verlust Lieber kleiner Mann Keiner hilft Dir dann keiner wird Dir zur Seite sein, immer bist Du allein
Und wenn erst im Arm eine andere Dich hält Lässt du meine Hand wohl los Doch kommst Du zurück voll Enttäuschung aus der Welt Dann weinst Du in meinem Schoss
Lieber kleiner Mann Gehst Du einst von mir lieber kleiner Mann Ich verzeihe Dir
Morgen winkt Dir das Leben schon Singe sein Lied, mein Sohn Morgen winkt Dir das Leben schon Tanze den Tanz, mein Sohn Dir gehört die Welt
San Salvador - 1970 (aka "Le Souvenir- 1969"; "Amour Défendu" - 1977" "Ton Prénom Dans Mon Coeur - 1983"; "La Ballade Des Jeux Interdits - 2008") (Adapted from: Romance - 1934) Composer(s): Narciso Yepes; Hugues de Courson; Patrick Modiano Performer(s): Françoise Hardy - 1970
Titles In Other Languages: 1963 - Forbidden Games 1975 - Quiero 2002 - Romance Of Love 2007 - Tu Nombre
Pendant la nuit L'hiver est revenu Dans les rues aujourd'hui Tous les arbres sont morts On écoutant la pluie Tu penses à ce pays Dont le nom était San Salvador Tu te souviens Quand tu fermes les yeux D'un étrange jardin D'où montait le matin Des milliers de parfums Et des papillons bleus C'était peut-être San Salvador San Salvador Tu répètes ce mot Comme si tu voulais Retrouver le reflet Des crépuscules mauves Et des gallions du port Qui revenaient de l'ile au trésor Tu ne sais plus Comment y retourner Qui sait si ce pays A jamais existé Si c'était dans tes rêves Ou dans une autre vie Que tu as connu San Salvador San Salvador Le vent souffle aux carreaux Dans le bruit de la pluie Tu entends un écho Une chanson perdue Qui te vient d'un pays Que tu ne reverras jamais plus
Let's Make A Baby King
Composer(s): Jesse Winchester
Performer(s): Wynonna Judd
and multiple other artists
Once upon a Christmas morning
There was a pretty little baby boy
It seems like I remember sadness
Mingling in the joy
For Mary saw the future
And the sadness it would bring
And that's when Mary started crying
When she heard the angels sing
Lets make a baby king
Lets make him lord of all
Lets give him everything
Lets make a baby king
Now, you remember little king David
Hes the little babys kin
Hes cousin to the man named John
And I know you all remember him
And John said, "let's get ready!"
The herald angels sing
cause this old world needs to know
The good news that I bring
Lets make a baby king
Lets make him lord of all
Lets give him everything
Lets make a baby king
Now we could use a revolution
The world is turned upside down
We need a new direction
Weve got to turn this whole thing around
And we need a lord to guide us
Teach us wrong and right
And we need a lamb to lead us
Into the land of light
San Salvador Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Voguant autour des îles de la mer Caraïbe Les tamtams vaudous firent se lever les vents Decouvrant des récifs où des corvetes anglaises Gisaient depuis longtemps dans leurs manteaux de glaise J'ai oublié le nom de cette île perdue Où le courant rapide poussa mon bateau noir J'ai longtemps recherché une terre inconnue Planquée au fond des eaux de la mer Caraïbe
Si tu vas à San Salvador Va voir la femme Qui sait lire dans les yeux du sort Aussi dans les flammes Elle te dira des mots très forts Comme les tambours Qui dansent sur la terre des morts Juste avant le jour
Aux lisières des forêts, du côté de Belém Vivait un déserteur légionnaire français Il tenait un comptoir, il vendait des F.M. Des vivres, des camions, des femmes, du napalm Il vivait là tout seul, bouffé de fièvre par l'Équateur La confiance n'était pas son fort, tout se payait d'avance Sa conscience était dans un port, chez une femme, en France Il vivait comme un tigre traqué, tendu et rélax Ne parlait jamais du passé, même complètement schlass
Si tu vas à San Salvador Va voir la femme Qui sait lire dans les yeux du sort Aussi dans les flammes Elle te dira des mots très forts Comme les tambours Qui dansent sur la terre des morts Juste avant le jour
Enveloppé de chlorophylle et de soleil Le sable blanc des grandes îles berce le sommeil Les secrets planqués dans des cases ont des goûts truqués La nuit tombe comme un couteau sur un condamné Je ne dis rien des précédents pour toi qui m'écoutes Mon aventure est dans le vent et dans les écoutes Le temps n'éponge pas le sang et la terre noire Porte le deuil des innocents et pour leur mémoire
Si tu vas à San Salvador Va voir la femme Qui sait lire dans les yeux du sort Aussi dans les flammes Elle te dira des mots très forts Comme les tambours Qui dansent sur la terre des morts Juste avant le jour
Quand on n'reste pas dans son trou de la vie à la mort On prend des rides et puis des coups, aussi des remords Petite fille de Bahia, tournée vers le large Attends encore une autre fois, je suis dans la marge Je cherche toujours l'île perdue dans la Caraïbe Entre la mort et l'inconnu faible comme une cible
Mais si tu vas à San Salvador Va voir la femme Qui sait lire dans les yeux du sort Aussi dans les flammes Elle te dira des mots très forts Comme les tambours Qui dansent sur la terre des morts Juste avant le jour
Let's Have A Patrick Swayze Christmas Composer(s): Michael J. Nelson Performer(s): Mystery Science Theater
Open up your heart and let the Patrick Swayze Christmas in We'll gather at the Roadhouse with our next of kin And Santa can be our regular Saturday night thing We'll decorate our barstools and gather round and sing
Oh, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas this year! Or we'll tear your throat out and kick you in the ear!
It's my way or the highway, this Christmas at my ba-ha-haar I'll have to smash your kneecaps if you bastards touch my car! I got the word that Santa has been stealing from the till I think that that right jolly old elf better make out his will, ohh
Oh, let's have a Patrick Swayze Christmas, one and all And this can be the haziest... This can be the laziest... This can be the Swayziest Christmas of them aaallllllllll!
La Ballade Des Jeux Interdits - 2008 (aka "Le Souvenir - 1969"; "San Salvador - 1970" "Amour Défendu - 1977"; "Ton Prénom Dans Mon Coeur - 1983") (Adapted from: Romance - 1934) Composer(s): Narciso Yepes; Ariane Quatrefages Performer(s): Patrick Fiori - 2008
Titles In Other Languages: 1963 - Forbidden Games 1975 - Quiero 2002 - Romance Of Love 2007 - Tu Nombre
Comme un enfant Que l'on prend par la main Et qui soudain comprend Que son histoire est loin Qu'il ne sentira plus La chaleur de ses mains Se cache dans des jeux incertains
Comme un regard Dans lequel on retrouve La douceur des siens Un ami qui vous ouvre Son cur pour sourire à la vie Et jouer à des jeux interdits
Joue, mon enfant Comme le ferait le vent Sur tes cheveux défaits Grandir prendra du temps Mettre en terre la vie Reste un jeu pour les grands Et toi, Michel, tu n'es qu'un enfant
Cours, ma douceur Crie pour tes jours de pluie La guerre a ses horreurs Que personne n'oublie Les bercer dans son cur C'est un jeu qu'on maudit Rêve, oublie, ces jeux interdits
Comme une vie Qui reprend son chemin Comme un souffle, un repère Qu'on croyait incertain L'innocence perdue un beau jour Nous revient comme la mélancolie De nos jeux interdits
