Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sisotowbell Lane Composer(s): Joni Mitchell Performer(s): Joni Mitchell
Sisotowbell Lane Noah is fixing the pump in the rain He brings us no shame We always knew that he always knew
Up over the hill Jovial neighbors come down when they will With stories to tell Sometimes they do Yes sometimes we do We have a rocking chair Each of us rocks his share Eating muffin buns and berries By the steamy kitchen window Sometimes we do Our tongues turn blue
Sisotowbell Lane Anywhere else now would seem very strange The seasons are changing Everyday in everyway Sometimes it is spring Sometimes it is not anything A poet can sing Sometimes we try Yes we always try We have a rocking chair Somedays we rock and stare At the woodlands and the grasslands and the badlands 'cross the river Sometimes we do We like the view
Sisotowbell Lane Go to the city you'll come back again To wade thru the grain You always do Yes we always do Come back to the stars Sweet well water and pickling jars
We'll lend you the car We always do Yes sometimes we do We have a rocking chair Someone is always there Rocking rhythms while they're waiting with the candle in the window Sometimes we do We wait for youSisotowbell Lane Noah is fixing the pump in the rain He brings us no shame We always knew that he always knew
Up over the hill Jovial neighbors come down when they will With stories to tell Sometimes they do Yes sometimes we do We have a rocking chair Each of us rocks his share Eating muffin buns and berries By the steamy kitchen window Sometimes we do Our tongues turn blue
Sisotowbell Lane Anywhere else now would seem very strange The seasons are changing Everyday in everyway Sometimes it is spring Sometimes it is not anything A poet can sing Sometimes we try Yes we always try We have a rocking chair Somedays we rock and stare At the woodlands and the grasslands and the badlands 'cross the river Sometimes we do We like the view
Sisotowbell Lane Go to the city you'll come back again To wade thru the grain You always do Yes we always do Come back to the stars Sweet well water and pickling jars
We'll lend you the car We always do Yes sometimes we do We have a rocking chair Someone is always there Rocking rhythms while they're waiting with the candle in the window Sometimes we do We wait for you
Philadelphia Freedom Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin Performer(s): Elton John
I used to be a rolling stone You know if the cause was right I'd leave to find the answer on the road I used to be a heart beating for someone But the times have changed The less I say the more my work gets done
`Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom From the day that I was born I've waved the flag Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had
Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind Shine a light shine a light Shine a light won't you shine a light Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do
If you choose to you can live your life alone Some people choose the city Some others choose the good old family home I like living easy without family ties Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me Right between the eyes
Sir William Gower (Traditional) Performer(s): Fairport Convention
I am a sailor, both stout and strong To a goodly vessel I do belong Well guard and anchored and well equipped Sir William Gower and a very fine ship
Our captain in his cabin lay When a dreadful voice to him did say "This night with me in the deep you'll be So prepare yourself and your company"
The sky grew dark and the sea grew still Though the men were fearful and the air was chill Sir William rose to meet his men Saying "Hear me now for I'll not speak again"
"I loved my mother when she was alive And to my sister I gave babies five I killed my wife and her children three So I now must face what has come for me"
"You'll lash a timber close to my side And throw me out on the water wide And if I swim then let me be But if I sink them pray for me"
So we tied his head and we tied his feet And around his middle a winding sheet At every knot the sea did stir Grew ready for the murderer
And then we saw his open grave The likeness of a single wave That swept our ship from her stern to her bow And bore away Sir William Gower
Philadelphia Filly Composer(s): Tracy Pendarvis Performer(s): Tracy Pendarvis
Tallahassie Lassie had a lot on the ball Susie Q and Peggy Sue has met you all My Philly filly from old P A A modern day rocker in a space age way Philadelphia filly Man, she's a dilly, hey!
When she's dancin', she can really go Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show Looks so neat, walkin' down the street She's my filly and she can't be beat Philadelphia filly Man, she's a dilly, no!
When she kisses, she makes a smack Makes a shiver run up my back Dressed for a weddin' or in old blue jeans Sweetest gal that you've ever seen Philadelphia filly Man, she's a dilly, hey!
Number one rocker all over this land Swingin' to the music on the big bandstand Speaking in class or doin' handjive Makes everybody just come alive Philadelphia filly Man she's a dilly, hey!
When she's dancin', she can really go Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show Looks so neat, walkin' down the street She's my filly and she can't be beat Philadelphia filly Man, she's a dilly, hey!
Philadelphia filly Oh, she's a dilly Philadelphia filly Oh, more pity..........
Phenomenal Cat Composer(s): Ray Davies Performer(s): The Kinks
A long, long time ago In the land of idiot boys There lived a cat, a phenomenal cat Who loved to wallow all day
No one bothered him As he sat, content in his tree. He just lived to eat 'cause it kept him fat And that's how he wanted to stay
Though he was big and fat All the world was good to him, And he pointed out on the map All the places he had been Kathmandu, The Scilley Isles and Sahara, too
Fum, fum, diddle-um di La la la la, la-la la la La la la la, la-la la la la La la la la-la la la
Once when he was thin He had flown to old Hong Kong And had learned the secret of life And the sea and the sky beyond So he gave up his diet and sat in a tree And ate himself through eternity
Fum, fum, diddle-um di La la la la la-la la la La la la la, la-la la la la La la la la-la la la Fum, fum, diddle-um di Fum, fum, diddle-um di
La Source Composer(s): Guy Bonnet; Henri Djian; Daniel Faure First performance by: Isabelle Aubret - 1968
Elle chante au milieu du bois La source et je me demande S'il faut croire à cette légende D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Elle était blonde, elle était douce Elle aimait à se reposer Dans le bois, couchée sur la mousse Ecoutant les oiseaux chanter Un jour qu'elle allait à la ville Par le bois où elle passait Elle vit soudain, immobiles Trois hommes qui la regardaient Trois hommes qui la regardaient
Elle chante au milieu du bois La source, et je me demande S'il faut croire à cette légende D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Ils étaient là, trois, à l'attendre Trois hommes-loups, cette brebis Elle avait la chair bien trop tendre Ils avaient bien trop d'appétit Elle ne savait pas défendre Le souffle léger de sa vie Elle tomba sur l'herbe tendre Comme un oiseau tombe du nid Comme un oiseau tombe du nid
Elle chante au milieu du bois La source, et je me demande S'il faut croire à cette légende D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Quand on l'a soulevée de terre Comme une grande fleur coupée Sa robe blanche et la lumière On aurait dit une mariée Quand on l'a soulevée de terre On aurait dit comme un grand lys Entre les feuilles, entre les pierres Une claire source a jailli Une claire source a jailli
Elle chante au milieu du bois La source, et je me demande S'il faut croire à cette légende D'une fille qu'on y trouva
S'il faut croire à cette légende D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Phantom Of The Opera Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber; Charles Hart; Richard Stillgoe Performer(s): Sarah Brightman; and various other artists
Christine: In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came.... that voice which calls to me and speaks my name... And do I dream again? For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside my mind...
Phantom: Sing once again with me our strange duet... My power over you grows stronger yet... And though you turn from me,to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your mind...
Christine: Those who have seen your face draw back in fear... I am the mask you wear...
Phantom: It's me they hear...
Both: You're/my spirit and you're/my voice, in one combined: the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your/my mind...
Chorus: He's there,the Phantom of the Opera... Beware the Phantom of the Opera...
Phantom: In all your fantasies you always knew that man and mystery...
Christine: ...were both in you...
Both: And in this labyrinth where night is blind the Phantom of the Opera is there/here inside your/my mind...
Phantom: Sing my Angel of Music! He's there The Phantom of the Opera....
When I was a lad I served a term As office boy to an Attorney's firm I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor And I polished up the handle of the big front door I polished up that handle so carefullee That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
He polished, ...
As office boy I made such a mark That they gave me the post of a junior clerk I served the writs with a smile so bland And I copied all the letters in a big round hand I copied all the letters in a hand so free That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
He copied, ...
In serving writs I made such a name That an articled clerk I soon became I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit For the pass examination at the Institute And that pass examination did so well for me That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
And that pass examination, ...
Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip That they took me into the partnership And that junior partnership, I ween Was the only ship that I ever had seen But that kind of ship so suited me That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
But that kind, ...
I grew so rich that I was sent By a pocket borough into Parliament I always voted at my party's call And I never thought of thinking for myself at all I thought so little, they rewarded me By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
He thought so little, ...
Now landsmen all, whoever you may be If you want to rise to the top of the tree If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool Be careful to be guided by this golden rule Stick close to your desks and never go to sea And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!
Big Joe ... And Phantom 309 Composer(s): Tommy Faile First release by: Red Sovine - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a buck And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around So I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town
Made a lot of miles, the first two days And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out this way But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down
I was hungry and freezin', done caught a chill When the lights of a big semi topped the hill Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd be warm
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten He stuck out his hand and said with a grin Big Joe's the name, I told him mine And he said: The name of my rig is Phantom 309
I asked him why he called his rig such a name He said: Son, this old Mack can put 'em all to shame There ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any line that seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309
Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night When the lights of a truck stop came in sight He said: I'm sorry son, this is as far as you go 'Cause, I gotta make a turn, just on up the road
Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low And said: Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe When Joe and his rig roared out in the night In nothin' flat, he was clean out of sight
Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet And the waiter's face turned kinda white
Well, did I say something wrong? I said with a halfway grin He said: Naw, this happens every now and then Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago
At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down There was a bus load of kids, a comin' from town And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheels
Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid And gave his life to save that bunch-a kids And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line For Big Joe and phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride Here, have another cup and forget about the dime Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!
Kun Kello Käy First performance by: Kristina Hautala - 1968
Ei enempää, ei vähempää kun lähempää sun nähdä vain saan
Vain olla tässä anna mun luokses kerran kun jäin niin tahdon nyt näin Mutt' silti vain on pelkonain
Kun kello käy taas liian paljon se lyö on kohta päättynyt yö taas alkaa arkinen työ Kun kello käy niin kohta nähdä saan sen sua löydä viereltäin en oi miksi aika näin kiiruhtaa
Ei enempää, ei vähempää kun lähempää sun nähdä vain saan
Vain olla tässä anna mun luokses kerran kun jäin niin tahdon nyt näin Mutt' silti vain on pelkonain
Kun kello käy ja aamun kalpean tois ei tähdet hehkuaan lois käyt niiden kanssa sä pois Kun kello käy niin myötä vanhenen sen jää aika rakkauden oi miksei kellot voi seisahtaa
Vain olla tässä anna mun luokses kerran kun jäin niin tahdon nyt näin Mutt' silti vain on pelkonain
Kun kello käy taas liian paljon se lyö on kohta päättynyt yö taas alkaa arkinen työ Kun kello käy niin myötä vanhenen sen jää aika rakkauden oi miksei kellot voi seisahtaa
Pfft You Were Gone Composer(s): Buck Owens Performer(s): Buck Owens; Archie Campbell; Hee Haw
Down here on the farm the weather gets messy Laying around with nothin' to do When you went away, you took my cow Bessie I miss her darling, more than I miss you
You took off your leg, your wig and your eye glass And you should've seen the look on my face I wanted to kiss, I wanted to hug you But you were scattered all over the place
Chorus: Where, where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I searched the world over And thought I found true love You met another and Phht! you were gone
I know that you loved me, here's my way of knowing The proofs hanging out right there on the line When I see the snow and feel the wind blowing Your nighties hugging them long johns of mine
The noises you made at our supper table Your habits, my dear, were surely absurd But how many times do I have to tell you Soup is a dish to be seen and not heard
Chorus: Where, oh where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I searched the world over And thought I found true love You met another and Phht! you were gone
Remember you phoned me a-sobbin' and cryin' The dog bit your maw, and drug her around You said she looked pale and thought she was dying I said "Don't worry, I'll buy a new hound"
I had six kids and you had eleven And we had a boy, and they grew like flowers I wish you'd come back, without you ain't heaven 'Cause your kids and my kids are beatin' up ours
Chorus: Where, oh where, are you tonight? Why did you leave me here all alone? I searched the world over And thought I found true love You met another and Phht! you were gone
I searched the world over And thought I found true love You met another and Phht! you were gone...
Sir Godfrey Composer(s): J. Mareuil; G. Liferman Performer(s): Yves Montand
Sir Godfrey est l'homme de Londres C'est l'intime des gens du monde Son parfait humour fait les beaux jours De l'empire britannique Il est snob à plus d'un titre À son ch'val il donne des huîtres Et fuit avec horreur toutes les jeunes filles en fleur
Cet homme un peu à part Passe des heures au billard Sans le moindre petit accroc À chaque week-end il part Pour la chasse aux canards Ou le golf de casino C'est le genre vieux garçon Il tond son gazon Par petits morceaux À coups d'ciseaux Il tomb'ra sur un ostrogot d'une grande famille Qui voudra caser sa fille Alors tout s'ra parfait pour ce cher Sir Godfrey
Mais on ne sait guère que cet homme exemplaire En réalité s'appelle Smith Et que depuis toujours chez Smith on est gangster De père en fils Attaques à main armée, hold-up en tous genres Vieille renommée, maison de confiance Eté comme hiver Aujourd'hui comme hier On est fils d'Albion, on respecte la tradition
Le brouillard descend sur Londres Dans la nuit se glisse une ombre Celle de Sir Godfrey, le roi du requiem Systématique le voici à l'heure du crime "I beg your pardon sir... Your money please... please Thank you sir" Il traite toutes ses affaires dans les quartiers déserts
Oui mais si par hasard il entre dans un bar Quelque part dans le Soho Tous les mouvais garçons figés comme des glaçons Ont soudain froid dans le dos Sans dire un seul mot, il fait son boulot Un trou dons la peau, un coup d'chopeou À ceux qui manquent de policemen pour les défendre Puis Godfrey va se faire pendre Ailleurs et sans histoire disparaît dans l'brouillard
Trois heures qui sonnent, c'est le moment Sir Godtrey frissonne, voici un autre client - Ho... I beg your pardon sir. What time is it please? - Three o'clock - Three o'clock? oh, thank you sir, thank you It's kind of you and... good night!
Pezzettini Di Bikini
((Adapted from: Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini (by Brian Hyland) - 1960))
Composer(s): Lee Pockriss - Paul Vance - Testoni
Performer(s): Dalida - 1960
Versions In Other Languages:
1960 - Itsi Bitsi, Petit Bikini (by Dalida)
1960 - Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Honolulu-Strand-Bikini (by Caterina Valente)
1960 - En Mægtig Smart Men Meget Sart Bikini (by Dirch Passer)
1968 - Flower-Power-Kleid (by Wencke Myhre)
Dalla cabina uscir non voleva Io le chiedevo piccina perchè Non voglio uscire cosi ripondeva Son troppi gli occhi che guardano me
Un, due, tre dicci sotto cosa c'è
Portava un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini Che copriva da qui fino a qui Un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini Lei non voleva mostrarsi cosi
Un, due, tre dicci soito cosa c'è
Si mise un lungo pudico pastrano E finalmente avanzo verso il mar Era un costume davvero un po strano Gridavan tutti che bel palombar
Un, due, tre ma dicci sotto cosa c'è
Portava un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini Che copriva da qui fino a qui Un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini Lei non voleva mostrarsi cosi
Un, due, tre dicci setto cosa c'è
Poi finalmente si spoglia e si getta Ma tutti quanti la stanno a guardar Non ha il coraggio di uscir poveretta Non ha il coraggio di uscire dal mar
Un, due, tre ma dicci sotto cosa c'è
Portava un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini Che copriva da qui fino a qui Un itsy bitsy tiny winy, tout petit, piccolo bikini Lei non voleva mostrarsi cosi
Quel bikini a pezzettini Che fortuna le porto Un regista la vide Per un film la scritturo
Det Börjar Verka Kärlek Banne Mej First performance by: Claes-Göran Hederström - 1968
I förrgårs sa jag plötsligt nej till killarna när dom skulle ha ett party Sen satt jag en hel kväll å konverserade med din mamma och var artig
Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej Sånt som man ser på bio, tänka sej Jag är ej misstänksam men tanken sticker fram men för all del - jag kan ha fel
I går kväll gick jag med dej på en snyftare fast jag ville gå på pang-pang Å sen satt jag å hörde på en stråkkvartett jag som bara gillar dang-dang
Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej Sånt som man det står i böcker, tänka sej Jag fattar ingenting, jag är väl lite ding så för all del - jag kan ha fel
I morse sjöng jag när jag borsta' tänderna och sen fick jag arbetsdille Sen ringde jag till dej om inte nånting alls bara för jag helt plötsligt ville
Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej Sånt där som händer andra, tänka sej Det nästan pekar på att jag är kär och så men för all del - jag kan ha fel
Det börjar verka kärlek, banne mej Sånt där som händer andra, tänka sej Det nästan pekar på att jag är kär och så men för all del - jag kan ha fel
Que restera t'il de ces jours Où notre vie n'était qu'amour Et que désir Un souvenir Peut-être Pourras-tu de la même voix Dire je t'aime en d'autres bras Balayant tout Ce qui fut nous Peut-être
Peut-être Je ne vis que pars des peut-être Car sans toi il me faut l'admettre Je ne sais plus Si la vie vaut d'être vécu Peut-être
Jamais ne m'avait effleuré L'idée que devait se quitter Étais-je en ça Trop sûr de moi Peut-être A présent que je suis plaideur Je fais le point de mes erreurs Est-il trop tard Pour un espoir Peut-être
Peut-être Je me bas contre des peut-être Quand mon bonheur va disparaître A tout jamais Serai-je fort, Dieu seul le sait Peut-être
Peut-être et pourtant Je crois dans ma peine Qu'il suffit d'un geste Un mot, un baiser Pour que tendrement L'amour se reprenne Et fasse le reste En coeur brisés
On joue sa vie sur un instant Réfléchis quand il en temps Demain n'est fait Que de regrets Peut-être Il suffirait de presque rien Pour que nous changions le destin Désorienté Le coeur brisé Peut-être
Peut-être Qu'au bout d'un million de peur-être Le bonheur en nous peut renaître Même plus fort Nous donnant plus d'amour encore Peut-être
Sir Duke Composer(s): Stevie Wonder First release by: Stevie Wonder - 1976 Covered by multiple other artists
Music is a world within itself With a language we all understand With an equal opportunity For all to sing, dance and clap their hands But just because a record has a groove Don't make it in the groove But you can tell right away at letter A When the people start to move
They can feel it all over They can feel it all over people They can feel it all over They can feel it all over people
Music knows it is and always will Be one of the things that life just won't quit But here are some of music's pioneers That time will not allow us to forget For there's Basie, Miller, Satchmo And the king of all Sir Duke And with a voice like Ella's ringing out There's no way the band can lose
You can feel it all over You can feel it all over people You can feel it all over You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over You can feel it all over people You can feel it all over You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over You can feel it all over people You can feel it all over You can feel it all over people
You can feel it all over You can feel it all over people You can feel it all over I can feel it all over-all over now people
Can't you feel it all over Come on let's feel it all over people You can feel it all over Everybody-all over people
Petticoat Junction Composer(s): Paul Henning; Curt Massey Performer(s): Flatt & Scruggs; and various other artists
Come ride the little train that is rolling down the tracks to the junction (Petticoat Junction) Forget about your cares, it is time to relax at the junction (Petticoat Junction) Lotsa curves, you bet. Even more when you get to the junction Petticoat Junction
There's a little hotel called the Shady Rest at the junction (Petticoat Junction) It is run by Kate, come and be her guest at the junction (Petticoat Junction) And that's Uncle Joe, he's a movin' kind of slow at the junction (Petticoat Junction)