Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Singin' A Country Song Composer(s): Don Devaney Performer(s): Dick Curless
When I go out at night I know it won't be very long Till I find a bar where the jukebox plays a country music song I'll get a roll of quarters and pick out my favorite song And I'll sit there drinkin' a beer, singin' along, singin' along with
Hey Mister Fiddle Man, strike up that fiddle band And anything Hank Thompson sings, 'cause he's my number one man And Jim Ed Brown reminds me time to Pop A Top again Then Haggard sings about Carolyn, I wish I could sing like him Then Jerry Lee and Bobby McGee, till that roll of quarters is gone Drinkin' a beer, singin' a country song
When I stay home at night, I turn the record player on I never watch the TV set unless Hee Haw is on Well I get to hear Buck Owens and then Roy Clark sing a song And I sit there drinkin' a beer, singin' along, singin' along with
Hey Mr Fiddle Man, strike up that fiddle band And there's nothin' like old Charley Pride to bring a country song alive Then Jim Ed Brown reminds me time to Pop A Top again And that lucky Conway Twitty gets to sing with Loretta Lynn Then Jerry Lee and Bobby McGee and me singin' along Drinkin' a beer, singin' a country song Let's keep it country Singin' a beer and drinkin' a country song Ain't nothin' like it Drinkin' a beer singin' a country song
Permissive Twit Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan: Big Jim Sullivan
Oh Heaven help our Linda She's really done it now What's more it's all so obvious I mean her stomachs sticking out If father tells me' mother She's bound to have a fit Followed by a neat convulsion Thanks to our permissive twit She thinks his name was Ronald Or was it Sid or Len The only thing that's certain Is that it wasn't Bill or Ben Our parish priest God bless him The very reverend Father Pitt Will no doubt be preaching sermons To our dear Permissive Twit By now the word Will no doubt have been heard By almost every bleeding nosy parker in our alley all except that is Our own great aunt Liz Who I hear's been deaf since the day our Grace recorded Sally, Sally, Sally
Unless we raise the money She'll have to let it out What I mean is she will have to Have it the right way wrong way about In other words let nature Take its course and do its bit For the sake of those concerned with Own dear permissive Dear permissive twit
Sing Song Swing Composer(s): Charles L. Cooke; Lloyd Garrett Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald
Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks Choppity chop chop, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing
Charlie Ching Make his sing song swing With a tingaling On the ding dong ding
With a tingaling on the ding dong ding Makee plenty sing song swing
Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks Choppity chop chop, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing
Foo Yung Foo Makee doodle-doo With a toot or two On the flute bamboo
And the doodle-doo and the tingaling Makee plenty sing song swing
Choppity chop chop, chop chopsticks Choppity chop chop, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing
And a tingaling on the ding dong ding Makee plenty sing song swing
Chop chop choppity, chop chopsticks Chop chop choppity, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his sing song swing
Choppa choppa choppity, chop chopsticks Choppity choppity, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his swing
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps Composer(s): Joe Davis; Osvaldo Farrés Performer(s): Doris Day - 1965; and various other artists
You won't admit you love me And so how am I ever to know? You always tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
A million times I've asked you, And then I ask you over again You only answer Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up We'll never get started And I don't wanna wind up Being parted, broken-hearted
So if you really love me Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess And please don't tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
If you can't make your mind up We'll never get started And I don't wanna wind up Being parted, broken-hearted
So if you really love me Say yes, but if you don't dear, confess And please don't tell me Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps Perhaps, perhaps, (giggle) perhaps (giggle)
O Vento Mudou Composer(s): Nuno Nazareth Fernandes; João Magalhães Pereira First performance by: Eduardo Nascimento - 1967
Ouçam Ouçam E o vento mudou Ela não voltou As aves partiram As folhas caíram
Ela quis viver E o mundo correr Prometeu voltar Se o vento mudar
E o vento mudou E ela não voltou Sei que ela mentiu P'ra sempre fugiu Vento por favor Traz-me o seu amor Vê que eu vou morrer Sem não mais a ter
Nuvens tenham dó Que eu estou tão só Batam-lhe à janela Chorem sobre ela E as nuvens choraram E quando voltaram Soube que mentira P'ra sempre fugira Nuvens por favor Cubram minha dor Já que eu vou morrer Sem não mais a ter
Perhaps Love German Title: Liebe Ist Composer(s): John Denver Performer(s): John Denver; and various other artists
Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm And in those times of trouble when you are most alone the memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do the memory of love will see you through
Oh, love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel For some a way of living, for some a way to feel And some say love is holding on and some say letting go And some say love is everything and some say they don't know Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change Like a fire when it's cold outside or thunder when it rains If I should live forever and all my dreams come true my memories of love will be of you
Oh, love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel For some a way of living, for some a way to feel And some say love is holding on and some say letting go And some say love is everything and some say they don't know Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of change Like a fire when it's cold outside or thunder when it rains If I should live forever and all my dreams come true my memories of love will be of you
Sing You Sinners Composer(s): W. Franke Harling; Sam Coslow First performance/First recording by: Lillian Roth; The Harlem Hot Chocolates - 1930/1929 Covered by multiple other artists
Once a mockingbird - he was overheard singing out a word - to a cattle herd 'All you bovine creatures - dig what I'm layin' down!
All you sinners drop everything Everything Let the melody and the harmony ring Let it ring Lift arms up to Heaven and sing Ring-a-ding Sing you sinners, won't you sway & swing What a thing
Start with clapping' y'hands all about All about Don't be silent - Let the Lord hear y'shout Shout it out And just let the music come out Of yer snout Sing you sinners, wontcha' sway & swing Check it out Dig the drift of what I mean
In a world where there's no music - Old Scratch Satan gets his kicks - He's up to his tricks He'll be laughing up & down the banks - He, He, He! Of that River Styx
You're so wicked, baby, and you're depraved You can rave It's apparent that you have mis-behaved To your grave But if you should want to be saved Jus' behave Take a listen now to the bird . . .
Stop all that chewin' yer cud - and all that standin' in the mud there Swing, people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal I dig that everyone believes that cattle prodigies are like a sneeze hard blowin', missin one lick of blowin' talent to show If you sing, you gotta swing
Just remember that the day will come when you will just be steak on a plate Folk, you know it's fate! So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere - before yer swing arrives too late
That's a little too dark Still, it is true, we've got breath for such a limited time What are ya', stupid? You cows - you'd think to sing was a crime
In defence now, hence now, here comes Adele McCluck
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say, you haven't heard the friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows as they shed their way from Teagarden to Fuller Instead of spendin' every day just sneakin' around to lift another lick - These cats work on their cow-tone so when they get up to blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone And, furthermore
You tweety birds are always singin' away - never givin' up a thought of what you say We cows do - shedding takes up most of our day So when we start & settle in to play we can say A moo is an array of what cows have always known as the best and only way to play
What we mean to say is Before the band will let you sing Sing with Fletcher Henderson You'd better get yourself to swing Like the Bean or Satch So your horn can blow a single note or two of deeper thinking That's the way to swing So set your mind upon a tone When you're sheddin' all alone And you will have a cornerstone Like the bass trombone Blow your horn and take a bow So that you're swingin' like the cows Pythagoras would be so proud of us
Perfume De Gardenias Composer(s): Rafael Hernández; Bernardo Sancristóbal Performer(s): Javier Solís
Perfume de gardenia tiene tu boca bellísimos destellos de luz en tu mirar Tu risa es una rima de alegres notas se mueven tus cabellos cuál ondas en el mar
Tu cuerpo es una copia de Venus de Citeres que envidian las mujeres cuando te ven pasar Y llevas en tu alma la virginal pureza por eso es tu belleza de un místico candor
Perfume de gardenia tiene tu boca perfume de gardenia, perfume del amor
Tu cuerpo es una copia de Venus de Citeres que envidian las mujeres cuando te ven pasar Y llevas en tu alma la virginal pureza por eso es tu belleza de un místico candor
Perfume de gardenia tiene tu boca perfume de gardenia, perfume del amor
Il Doit Faire Beau Là-Bas Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë; Hubert Giraud First performance by: Noëlle Cordier - 1967
Il doit faire beau là-bas Dans ce joli pays De ma fenêtre à moi Je vois tomber la pluie
Puisque tu es parti C'était pour être heureux Si tu as réussi Tant mieux Je déteste tous ces gens Avec lesquels tu vis sans moi Je déteste tous ces gens Qui ne te parlent jamais de moi
C'est l'hiver et le vent Que je vais traverser C'est pour toi maintenant L'été
Il doit faire beau là-bas Dans ce joli pays De ma fenêtre à moi Je vois tomber la pluie
Déjà quatre saisons Ont passé sur nous deux Et sur notre maison Il pleut Je déteste tous ces gens Avec lesquels je vis sans toi Je déteste tous ces gens Qui ne me parlent jamais de toi
Si tu dois revenir N'attends pas trop longtemps Je ne peux retenir Le temps Il doit faire beau là-bas Dans ce joli pays De ma fenêtre à moi Je vois s'enfuir la vie, la vie...
Sing You Children Composer(s): Gerald Nelson; Fred Burch Performer(s): Elvis Presley; Gerald Nelson
Oh Jonah he was desperate in the belly of the whale Well Jonah had a plan, he knew he couldn't fail
He raised his head on high And looking for the sky And he sang his song so pretty The whale told him goodbye
You got to sing you children sing Sing you children sing I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey! Sing you children sing, everybody Sing you children sing Sing your troubles away
Well Moses said good Lord Open up these waters for me So I can get your chidren Across the salty sea
Well the Lord parted the waters And singing hand in hand Moses and the children Walked over to the promised land
You got to sing you children sing Sing you children sing I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey! Sing you children sing, everybody Sing you children sing Sing your troubles away
Oh Joshua had a plan At the walls of Jericho He'd march around those walls And on his horn he'd blow
That horn would play a tune And sing a happy song When Joshua got through Those walls came tumbling down
You got to sing you children sing Sing you children sing I only know one thing, hey! hey! hey! Sing you children sing, everybody Sing you children sing Sing your troubles away You got to sing your troubles away Sing your troubles away Sing your troubles away Sing your troubles away Sing your troubles away
Perfidia Composer(s): Alberto Domínguez; Milton Leeds Performer(s): Luis Mariano; Paul Mauriat
Chérie, tu parles bien au ciel parfois Demande lui alors si jamais faibli mon amour pour toi Chérie, la mer où s'est vidé mon cur pourrait dire À son tour Oh combien l'amour m'a couté de pleurs
Si tu veux à tout jamais ne plus me voir Ma vie est sans espoir Car pour moi sans tes baisers tu le sais bien Le mot Amour ne dit plus rien
Chérie, pourtant je te l'avoue, j'ai tort Je veux croire au bonheur oublié mes pleurs et t'aimer encore
J'aime malgré tous mes chagrins passés J'aime t'aimer, on n'est jamais lassé Même si je dois en souffrir sans fin J'aime, le reste alors n'est rien
Si tu veux à tout jamais ne plus me voir Ma vie est sans espoir Car pour moi sans tes baisers tu le sais bien Le mot Amour ne dit plus rien
Chérie, pourtant je te l'avoue, j'ai tort Je veux croire au bonheur oublié mes pleurs et t'aimer encore
Warum Es Hunderttausend Sterne Gibt First performance by: Peter Horten - 1967
Des Nachts am weiten blauen Himmelszelt? Warum ein Mensch oft einen anderen liebt Viel mehr als alles auf der Welt?
Warum Millionen Blumen bluhen Und die Sonne scheint fur Arm und Reich? Daß Jugend und Vergehen Hier auf Erden fur alle gleich?
Was immer auch fur Dich bestimmt Nimm als Dein Schicksal hin Vielleicht erkennt Dein Herz daraus des Lebens wahren Sinn
Warum es hunderttausend Sterne gibt Des Nachts am weiten blauen Himmelszelt? Warum es immer wieder Wunder gibt Ein Herz oft treu zum ander'n halt?
Warum es auch fur Arme wieder Fruhling wird Oft schöner als fur den, der Reich? Weil fur den einen uber'm Himmelszelt ja alle Menschen auf der Erde gleich
Sing With Your Eyes Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Vangelis Performer(s): Jon & Vangelis
Don't be afraid look at me Sing with your eyes What you see with your heart
Now don't be shy speak to me Deep in your soul the three words I love you
Other nights come back to you Other times they follow you See the moon it's been out Many times Many times
Does the sun forget the world See the sun begin the day Some are born Some are loved Some are lost and alone Don't be afraid hold on to me Sing with your eyes What you feel with your heart
Think with your dreams Don't try to hard All questions will float Away and fly
Please be with me in every dream Fly by my side I wait here forever Don't be afraid hold on to me Sing with your eyes What you feel in your heart
Perfect Strangers Composer(s): Ritchie Blackmore; Ian Gillan; Roger Glover Performer(s): Deep Purple
Can you remember remember my name As I flow through your life A thousand oceans I have flown And cold spirits of ice All my life I am the echo of your past
I am returning the echo of a point in time Distant faces shine A thousand warriors I have known And laughing as the spirits appear All your life Shadows of another day
And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect Strangers
I know I must remain inside this silent well of sorrow
A strand of silver hanging through the sky Touching more than you see The voice of ages in your mind Is aching with the dead of the night Precious life (your tears are lost in falling rain)
And if you hear me talking on the wind You've got to understand We must remain Perfect Strangers
Lásko Má Modrý Stín ((Adapted from: L'amour Est Bleu (Vicky Leandros) - 1967)) Composer(s): Pierre Cour - André Popp - Gabriela Osvaldová Performer(s): Lucie Bílá - 2009
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - L'amore È Blu (Orietta Berti) 1967 - El Amor Es Triste (Raphael) 1968 - Love Is Blue (Ray Conniff and The Singers) 1971 - Blau Wie Das Meer (Séverine)
Lásko má modrý stín Modrý jak noc Kdy u tebe spím Lásko má modrý stín Modrý jak réva Ze vzácných vín
Lhárum se mue smát Kdo má svuj dum A svuj vinohrad Lhárum se mue smát Kdo má svuj sklep Kde víno smí zrát
Perfect Imperfection Composer(s): Gabriel Paul Barrére; Tom Snow Performer(s): Little Feat
There's a girl standin' on a corner Watchin' love walk right out her door Thought that love was like a shiny diamond Blinded by the light, she did not see the flaw Now she's lonely, standin' there for hours Wishin' he would change his mind Caught in that paradox of feelings Wonderin' why the hurt when it used to feel so fine
Love is a perfect imperfection Sometimes happy, sometimes sad Whenever love comes your direction Don't ya hide away, don't ya hide, don't ya hide
You know that there's no reason For you to be alone Just 'cause love's treason Broke, broke you happy home You can't celebrate When all you feel is sufferin' heartache
Goin' down to that lonely corner Sidewalk stretchin' out beneath my feet Wish I could walk, walk right up to her And tell her what I know of love What I know, it ain't always so sweet
Love is a perfect imperfection Sometimes happy, sometimes sad Whenever love comes your direction Don't ya hide away, don't ya hide, don't ya hide
Love is a perfect imperfection Sometimes happy, sometimes sad Whenever love comes your direction Don't ya hide away, don't ya hide, don't ya hide
Love Is Blue ((Adapted from: L'amour Est Bleu (Vicky Leandros) - 1967))
Composer(s): Pierre Cour - André Popp - Brian Blackburn
Performer(s): Ray Conniff & The Singers - 1968
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - L'amore È Blu (Orietta Berti)
1967 - El Amor Es Triste (Raphael)
1971 - Blau Wie Das Meer (Séverine)
2009 - Lásko Má Modrý Stín (Lucie Bílá)
Blue, blue, my world is blue Blue is my world now I'm without you Gray, gray, my life is gray Cold is my heart since you went away
Red, red, my eyes are red Crying for you alone in my bed Green, green, my jealous heart I doubted you and now we're apart
When we met how the bright sun shone Then love died, now the rainbow is gone
Black, black, the nights I've known Longing for you so lost and alone
Perfect Day Composer(s): Lou Reed Performer(s): Lou Reed
Just a perfect day drink Sangria in the park And then later when it gets dark, we go home
Just a perfect day feed animals in the zoo Then later a movie, too, and then home
Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spend it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on
Just a perfect day problems all left alone Weekenders on our own it's such fun
Just a perfect day you made me forget myself I thought I was someone else, someone good
Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on
You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow You're going to reap just what you sow
