Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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And The Heavens Cried Composer(s): Gwynn Elias; Irving Reid Performer(s): Ronnie Savoy; Antony Newley
She was mine only yesterday Both our hearts beat as one But then I felt her slip away As a cloud stole the sun
And the he-e-e-avens cri-i-i-ied And the tears filled the stre-e-e-am And the stream filled the river The river filled the sea All because, she took her love Away from me-e-e-e-e
Though each dawn brings the sun again Yesterday will remain Every day I'll remember when All the clouds filled with rain
And the he-e-e-avens cri-i-i-ied And the tears filled the stre-e-e-am And the stream filled the river The river filled the sea All because, she took her love Away from me-e-e-e-e
Painting The Clouds With Sunshine Composer(s): Joe Burke; Al Dubin Performer(s): Jack Hylton; and various other artists
When I pretend I'm gay I never feel that way I'm only painting the clouds with sunshine When I hold back a tear To make a smile appear I'm only painting the clouds with sunshine Painting the blue, beautiful hues Coloured with gold and old rose Playing the clown Trying to drown all of my woes Though things may not look bright They all turn out alright If I keep painting the clouds with sunshine
Si Seulement Elle Était Jolie Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Maxime le Forestier
Si seulement elle était jolie Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle est folle, c'est entendu Mais quelle beauté accomplie!" Hélas elle est plus laide bientôt Que les sept péchés capitaux Que les sept péchés capitaux
Si seulement elle avait des formes Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle est moche c'est entendu Mais c'est Venus copie conforme" Malheureusement, c'est désolant C'est le vrai squelette ambulant C'est le vrai squelette ambulant
Si seulement elle était gentille Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle est plate c'est entendu mais c'est la meilleure des filles" Malheureusement c'est un chameau Un succube, tranchons le mot Un succube, tranchons le mot
Si elle était intelligente Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle est vache, c'est entendu Mais c'est une femme savante" Malheureusement elle est très bête Et tout à fait analphabète Et tout à fait analphabète
Si seulement l'était cuisinière Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle est sotte, c'est entendu Mais quelle artiste culinaire!" Malheureusement sa chère m'a Pour toujours gâté l'estomac Pour toujours gâté l'estomac
Si seulement elle était fidèle Je dirais :"tout n'est pas perdu Elle m'empoisonne, c'est entendu Mais c'est une épouse modèle" Malheureusement elle est, papa Folle d'un cul qu'elle n'a pas! Folle d'un cul qu'elle n'a pas!
Si seulement l'était moribonde Je dirais: "tout n'est pas perdu Elle me trompe c'est entendu Mais elle va quitter le monde" Malheureusement jamais elle tousse Elle nous enterrera tous Elle nous enterrera tous
Painting Box Composer(s): Mike Heron Performer(s): The Incredible String Band
When the morning of your eyes
comes waking through my shadows Leaving just a trace of twilight sleep I whisper to the baby raindrops playing on my window And tell them gently this is not the time that they should weep
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box I have every color there it's true Just lately when I look inside my painting box I seem to pick the colors of you
My Friday evening's foot-steps plodding dully through this black town Are far away now from the world that I'm in My eyes are listening to some sounds that I think just might be springtime With daffodils between my toes I'm laughing at their whim
And somewhere in my mind there is a painting box I have every color there it's true Just lately when I look inside my painting box I seem to pick the colors of you
Oh somewhere in my mind there is a painting box I have every color there it's true Just lately when I look inside my painting box I seem to pick the colors of you
The purple sail above me catches all the strength of summer Fishes stop and ask me where I am bound I smile and shake my head and say my little ship is sinking But I kind of like the sea that I'm on, and I don't mind if I do drown
For somewhere in my mind there is a painting box I have every color there it's true Just lately when I look inside my painting box I seem to pick the colors of you
Angel In Disguise Composer(s): Earl Thomas Conley; Randy Scruggs Performer(s): Earl Thomas Conley
You were just another pretty face in the crowd I was just hangin' out I wasn't ready for love when I looked in your eyes You took me by surprise You weren't supposed to say that you loved me You were just gonna stay for the night I never held a hand that could touch me And leave me with stars in my eyes
Oh angel in disguise You're just an angel in disguise
Almost made it too easy for me to believe That love could happen to me But you're not afraid to show me how much you care And prove your heart is there You weren't supposed to say that you loved me You were just gonna spend the night I never held a hand that could touch me And leave me with stars in my eyes
Oh angel in disguise You're just an angel in disguise
Oh angel in disguise You're just an angel in disguise
Painted, Tainted Rose Composer(s): Jean Sawyer; Peter DeAngelis Performer(s): Al Martino
She was a wild and lovely rose Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows But though my heart was true, it would never do Party life was what she chose
Last night I saw my lovely rose All painted up in fancy clothes Her eyes have lost their spark, the years have left their mark She's just a painted, tainted rose
She was a wild and lovely rose come on
She was a wild and lovely rose
Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows
Oh, how I loved her, heaven knows But though my heart was true, it would never do Party life was what she chose
Last night I saw my lovely Rose
Last night I saw my lovely Rose
All painted up in fancy clothes
All painted up in fancy clothes Her eyes have lost their spark, the years have left their mark She's just a
She's just a
Si Seco Un Llanto Composer(s): Silvio Rodríguez Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Un día, junto al mar la más triste canción oyó llorar a un alma su dolor y a por el alma fue vibrando la tonada conmovida y gentil maravillada
¿Qué pena lloras tú -le dijo la canción- que me has trocado en gracia el corazón?
¿De qué me sirve a mí -le respondió un sollozo- la virtud, si no tengo un canto hermoso?
Sospecho que hoy empiezo a ser canción Y tengo la impresión de que seré tu sol si logro ser tu canto Sospecho que hoy empiezo a ser canción si seco un llanto
Un día, junto al mar un alma halló su voz y una tonada hallaba su razón Fue el día en que nació la verdad hechizada la melodía y el alma enamoradas
El alma con canción iluminó su hogar y la canción con alma echó a volar Desde entonces las dos vivieron más despacio a pesar de su tiempo y de su espacio
Sospecho que hoy empiezo a ser canción Y tengo la impresión de que seré tu sol si logro ser tu canto Sospecho que hoy empiezo a ser canción si seco un llanto
Painted From Memory Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Elvis Costello Performer(s): Elvis Costello; and various other artists
Such a picture of loveliness Didn't you notice the resemblance? Doesn't it look like she could speak? Those eyes I tried to capture They are lost to me now forever They smile for someone else
Funny, how looks can be deceiving But she's not easily Painted from memory
You'd think that I would know by now Those eyes I trIed to capture They are lost to me now forever They smile for someone else
And so this had to be Painted from memory
She is gone, and I must accept it She is lost to me now But I can't look away just yet though She smiles for someone else
Atlanta Georgia Stray Composer(s): Chris Gantry Performer(s): Kenny Price and multiple other artists
On the Greyhound bus trip home I was feelin' all alone When a long haired gal sat down next to me She said she was Atlanta bound kill some time maybe kick around 'Cause it sounded like a friendly place to be From Chicago to Kentucky we just talked awhile And somewhere along the way I was captured by her smile But why I left the bus in Nashville has been a mystery till today 'Cause for two years I've been tracking down that Atlanta Georgia stray
Well she said all living things have a secret pair of wings And I'm of the lucky ones who learned to fly Though I don't even know your name I can tell we're much the same 'Cause you've got that faraway look in your eyes Right then I knew I'd found what I've been searching for And by the tears that filled her eyes she felt the same I'm almost sure But why I left the bus in Nashville has been a mystery till today 'Cause for two years I've been tracking down that Atlanta Georgia stray
Well I'm flat broke once again I haven't eaten in God knows when And the weather is a-showing signs of rain I gotta make it in the town hit the clubs and ask around Even though the answers all will be the same Well I walked a mile for everyone I'd spoken to And up to now I haven't come across one little single clue 'Cause when I left the bus in Nashville well it was my fateful day 'Cause for two years I've been tracking down that Atlanta Georgia stray (That Atlanta Georgia stray Atlanta Georgia stray)
Paint The Town Beige Composer(s): Robert Earl Keen Jr. Performer(s): Robert Earl Keen Jr.; Bill & Bonnie Hearne; Walt Wilkins
I gave up the fast lane for a blacktop county road Just burned out on all that talk about the motherlode I traded for a songbird and a bigger piece of sky When I miss the good old days I can't imagine why
Chorus: Still I get restless and drive into town I cruise once down Main Street and turn back around It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age like an old desperado who paints the town beige
Down along the river and past the swimming hole you can find your piece of mind with just a fishin' pole And you can walk the river for miles and miles on end and never stop believin' in that dream around the bend
Chorus: Still I get restless and drive into town my radio playin' my window rolled down It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age like an old desperado who paints the town beige
Deep down in the winter time slows to a crawl There's really nothin' much to do until the first spring thaw It's then I get to thinkin' I must have gone insane Memories roll through my mind like a long slow railroad train
Chorus: Still I get restless and drive into town watch the world through a windshield as it all comes unwound It's crazy but God knows I don't act my age like an old desperado who paints the town beige
Si Quieres Tú Composer(s): José Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Si quieres tú, yo te daría todo el deseo y la ternura, que hay en mí Si quieres tú, cada palabra cada mirada, cada sonrisa son para ti Si quieres tú, se rompería esa distancia que nos separa hoy a los dos Si quieres tú, se llenaría todo el espacio del universo, con nuestro amor Si quieres tú, aprendería a enamorarme una vez más y olvidaría todo mi mundo para escapar en mi velero... contigo Si quieres tú, te enseñaría en cada beso a ser mujer y te daría toda la fuerza, toda la sed que da un amante... si quieres tú Juntos escapar, juntos navegar juntos sobre un mar inmenso Juntos compartir, juntos para huir juntos para amar... si quieres tú Si quieres tú, aprendería a enamorarme una vez más y olvidaría todo mi mundo para escapar en mi velero... contigo Si quieres tú, te enseñaría en cada beso a ser mujer y te daría toda la fuerza, toda la sed que da un amante... si quieres tú Juntos escapar, juntos navegar juntos sobre un mar inmenso Juntos compartir, juntos para huir juntos para amar... si quieres tú Juntos escapar, juntos navegar juntos sobre un mar inmenso Juntos compartir, juntos para huir juntos para amar... decídete
Paint Me Down Composer(s): Gary Kemp Performer(s): Spandau Ballet
Paint me down Paint me down Paint me down
Paint me down Paint me down Paint me down
I'm walking into studio consider strange appeal paint me in the home I'm brushing up on sketchbook designs for love unreal paint me in the home
oil and skin you'll need to buy it consider what I mean she sinks beneath the moving pictures prepare the brush for me I'm craving with this need
Paint me down Paint me down Paint me down
Paint me down Paint me down Paint me down
I'm soaking up the surface conceiving new idea paint me in the home she's oiling up her subject but all still life is here paint me in the home
all the boys with framed dimension a cover up on lust he'll take his pain and paint it over prepare the brush for me I'm craving with this need Paint me down Paint me down Paint me down
Blue Love (In My Heart) Composer(s): Floyd Jenkins; Fred Rose Performer(s): Hank Williams and multiple other artists
I've got a blue love in my heart What can I do, love, with my heart? It's got a burnin', yearnin' while we're apart I've got a blue love in my heart
So blue the nights, so blue the days Why don't you write to me and say
You've got a true love in your heart And I'll come through, love, in your heart And stop this burnin', yearnin' while we're apart I've got a blue love in my heart
I've got an old flame in my heart A solid gold flame in my heart I'm like a weepin' willow while we're apart I've got a blue love in my heart
What can I do, where can I go? I never knew I loved you so
I've got a blue love in my heart What can I do, love, with my heart? I'm like a weepin' willow while we're apart I've got a blue love in my heart
Paint It Black Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richards Performer(s): The Rolling Stones; and various other artists
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colours anymore, I want them to turn back I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they're all painted black With flowers and my love, both never to come back I see people turn their heads and quickly look away Like a newborn baby it just happens ev'ryday
I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door and I must have it painted black Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not forsee this thing happening to you If I look hard enough into the setting sun My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black No colours anymore I want them to turn back I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I wanna see your face painted black, black as night, black as coal Don't wanna see the sun, flying high in the sky I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black, yea
Pains Of Life Composer(s): Ziggy Marley Performer(s): Ziggy Marley
This song is for all the children this song is for all the children Jah said if you ain't like a child you can't enter mount Zion Jah said if you ain't like a child you can't enter mount Zion mount Zion, mount Zion, mount Zion Mama want you to be what she wants you to be you got to be what you got to be yes everyone suffers from the pains of life and everyone suffers from the pains of life pains of life, pains of life, the pains of life
Everyone suffers from the pains of life everyone suffers from the pains of life pains of life, pains of life, the pains of life This song is for all the children this song is for all the children Jah said if you ain't like a child you can't enter mount Zion Jah said if you ain't like a child you can't enter mount Zion oh mount Zion, mount Zion, mount Zion
Si On L'faisait Faire Performer(s): André Bourvil & Pierrette Bruno
Elle: Avoir à la maison un homme, je croyais cela merveilleux C'est fou le travail que tu me donnes Tu es si mou si paresseux
Lui: Je crois chérie que tu exagères
Elle: On va bien voir mon petit coeur, répare donc la vieille étagère Toi qui te dit si bricoleur!
Lui: Si on l'faisait faire, ça serai bien mieux fait pardi Si on l'faisait faire, moi j'aurai bien moins de soucis
Elle: Au lieu de traîner, au lieu de fumer, prends donc la caisse à outils
Lui: Voyons comprends-moi, pour ce bouleau là je mi connais pas Et puis quand je rentre de l'usine, je t'assure j'suis fatigué
Elle: Moi je fais la cuisine
Lui: De ce pas je vais me coucher On verra demain si tout va bien, si je suis entrain J'appellerai Roger, notre voisin de palier, il est Menuisier
Elle: C'est chaque fois la même histoire, l'étagère je l'arrangerai Comme j'ai du réparer l'armoire, la pendule, les chaises, ton briquet
Lui: Je crois chérie que tu exagères!
Elle: Non souviens-toi joli minet En attendant pour te distraire, il y a une fuite au robinet
Lui: Si on le faisait faire, ça serai bien mieux fait, pardi Si on le faisait faire, on usera moins d'eau chérie
Elle: Tu es infernal, plies-moi ce journal et prends donc la caisse à outils
Lui: Voyons comprends-moi pour ce bouleau là, je m'y connais pas Et puis quand je rentre de l'usine, je t'assure j'suis fatigué
Elle: Moi j'fais la cuisine
Lui: Oui mais moi je suis grippé, on verra demain si tout va bien, si je suis entrain J'appellerai Roger notre voisin d'palier, son oncle est Plombier Pendant que tu termines la vaisselle, je regarde la télévision S'il y a des choses drôles je t'appelle, dis que je ne t'aime pas non de non
Elle: Je crois chéri que tu exagères
Lui: Dépêches-toi et viens te coucher, j'ai des idées si printanières ce soir Je veux, je veux t'aimer
Elle: Si on l'faisait faire, tu n'aurais pas ces soucis Si on l'faisait, ça serai bien mieux fait, pardi
Lui: Au lieu de bavarder, viens vite t'allonger
Elle: Range donc ta caisse à outils
Lui: Voyons mon petit chat, pour ce boulot là
Elle: Taratata ta ta, et puis tu as mauvaise mine, je te trouve très fatigué
Lui: Voyons tu me taquines
Elle: Non ce soir je suis désolé, et puis si demain tu n'es pas très bien, si tu manques d'entrain J'appellerai Roger ton voisin d'palier, il s' fera pas prier
Pahjamah Composer(s): Frank H. Warren; S.R. Henry; D. Onivas
In a sweetly perfumed spot where only desert moonbeams creep Pahjamah's heart is waking is waking from its sleep with the beat of tom-tom-tom-tom-tom across the burning sand so softly played She hears her lover's tinkling his tinkling serenade
In her dreams Pahjamah hurries to her love at break of day Together they are riding, they're riding far away In the cool of evening while the camels rest within a welcome jungle glade She listens to his tinkling, his tinkling serenade
Come, come to my balmy bungalow Come with me, Pahjamah, to the jungle oh Love's oasis, a quiet resting place is my camels wait within the palace gate Out there, where desert breezes sigh for you A thousand slaves will gladly live and die for you Come, Pahjamah! my pretty, pink Pahjamah! Arise, arise, the sun is in the skies!
