Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sister Suffragette Composer(s): Richard M. Sherman; Robert B. Sherman First release by: Glynis Johns - 1964
We're clearly soldiers in petticoats And dauntless crusader for women's votes Though we adore men individually We agree that as a group they're rather stupid
Cast of the shackles of yesterday Shoulder to shoulder into the fray Our daughter's daughters will adore us And they'll sing in grateful chorus "Well done, sister suffragette"
From Kensington to Billingsgate One hears the restless cries From every corner of the land Womenkind, arise
Political equality And equal right with men Take heart for Mrs. Pankhurst Has been clapped on iron again
No more the meek and mild subservients we We're fighting for our rights militantly Never you fear
So cast of the shackles of yesterday Shoulder to shoulder into the fray Our daughter's daughters will adore us And they'll sing in grateful chorus "Well done...well done...well done...sister suffragette
Physical Composer(s): Steve Kipner; Terry Shaddick Performer(s): Olivia Newton-John; and various other artists
I'm saying all the things that I know you'll like makin' good conversation I gotta handle you just right, you know what I mean I took you to an intimate restaurant, then to a suggestive movie There's nothin' left to talk about, unless it's horizontally
Chorus: Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
I've been patient, I've been good, tried to keep my hands on the table It's gettin' hard this holdin' back, you know what I mean I'm sure you'll understand my point of view, we know each other mentally You gotta know that you're bringin' out the animal in me
Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Oh, let's get physical, physical, I wanna get physical, let's get into physical Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Let's get animal, animal, I wanna get animal, let's get into animal Let me hear your body talk, your body talk, let me hear your body talk
Let me hear your body talk Let me hear your body talk
Catherine
Composer(s): André di Fusco - Paul Mauriat - André Borgioli
First performance by: Romuald - 1969
Catherine, Catherine, nous avions dix ans Souvenez-vous, Catherine, au jardin d'enfants Je vous offrais mes tartines et mes chocolats Avec mon coeur, Catherine, amoureux déjà
Et quand la nuit, refermait leur jardin Se brisait mon coeur d'enfant Vous me laissiez seul avec mon chagrin Vous rêviez au prince charmant
Si je riais Catherine, j'avais dans le coeur Bien des rires, Catherine, tristes comme des pleurs Où êtes-vous et le prince charmant L'avez-vous découvert enfin? Il y a toujours nos coeurs et nos prénoms Gravés sur l'arbre du jardin
Catherine, Catherine, au jardin d'enfants Catherine, Catherine, nous avions dix ans Catherine, Catherine, je rêve souvent Devant d'autres Catherine au jardin d'enfants Catherine, Catherine et malgré le courant Je vous attend Catherine comme avant Au jardin d'enfant, Catherine
Photos De Voyages Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Comme l'enfant des îles Avec rien sur la peau Qui regarde tranquille Croiser les paquebots Tu descends tu t'approches T'as l'argent dans les poches Tu le prends en photo Au retour du voyage Dans les coins du salon Tu revois son visage Sur des bouts de carton Dans des boîtes à chaussures Au milieu des factures Et des billets d'avions Toi t'as l'argent, lui le soleil Il a tout son temps toi t'as ton appareil Tu ramènes des images Des photos de voyages Tu crois que t'es heureux pareil T'as tes repas d'affaires Et tes nuits de travail Il est assis par terre Les cheveux jusqu'à la taille Il répare la nasse Pour les poissons qui passent La barrière de corail Toi t'as l'argent, lui le soleil Il a tout son temps toi t'as ton appareil Tu ramènes des images Des photos de voyages Tu crois que t'es heureux pareil C'était à peine croyable Ces insectes partout Ces chambres pleines de sable Ces femmes à peine debout Dans le fond de ta ville T'as remis ton manteau Quelquefois ça descend Quinze en dessous de zéro Sur le bord de sa case Que la chaleur écrase Il boit le lait de coco Toi t'as l'argent, lui le soleil Il a tout son temps toi t'as ton appareil Tu ramènes des images Des photos de voyages Tu crois que t'es heureux pareil L'enfant des îles Avec rien sur la peau Qui regarde tranquille Croiser les paquebots Comme l'enfant des îles Avec rien sur la peau Rien sur la peau Rien sur la peau
Sister Ray Composer(s): John Cale; Sterling Morrison; Maureen Tucker; Lou Reed First release by: The Velvet Underground - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Duck and Sally inside They're cooking for the down five Who're staring at Miss Rayon Who's busy licking up her big man I'm searching for my mainline I said I couldn't hit it sideways I said I couldn't hit it sideways Ah, it's just like Sister Ray says
Rosy and Miss Rayon They're busy waiting for her booster Who just got back from Carolina She said she didn't like the weather They're busy waiting for her Sailor Who said he's just as big as ever He's just here from Alabama He wants to know a way to earn a dollar I'm searching for my mainline I couldn't hit it sideways Ah, just like Sister Ray said
Cecil's got his new piece He cocks and shoots between three and four He aims it at the Sailor Shoots him down dead on the floor Oh, you shouldn't do that Don't you know you'll stain the carpet Don't you know you'll stain the carpet And by the way man, have you got a dollar Oh no man, I haven't got the time time Too busy sucking on a ding dong She's too busy sucking on my ding dong Oh, she does it just like Sister Ray said I'm searching for my mainline I said I couldn't hit it sideways I couldn't hit it sideways Oh, just like, just like Sister Ray says
Now, who's that knocking Who's that knocking on my chamber door Now could it be the police They've come to take me for a ride ride Oh, but I haven't got the time time Too busy sucking on my ding dong She's too busy sucking on my ding dong Oh, now, just like Sister Ray said I'm searching on my line I couldn't hit it sideways I couldn't hit it sideways Oh now, just like, just like, just like..... Sister Ray says
Ein Hoch der Liebe, vive l'amour
three cheers for love, viva l'amor'
Die uns're Welt so jung erhält
Es war beim ersten Mal, vielleicht hab' ich mich da noch geirrt
Es war beim zweiten Mal, da hast Du mich schon sehr verwirrt
Doch beim dritten Mal, da ahnte ich gleich, wohin das führt
Und dann beim vierten Mal, hab' ich genau gespürt
Das ist das erste Mal für mich, und nur Du bist schuld daran
Das ist das erste Mal für mich, das ich sagen kann
Das ist das erste Mal für mich, und nur Du bist schuld daran
Das ist das erste Mal für mich, das ich sagen kann
So ist es jedes Mal mit Dir, und nur Du bist schuld daran
daß ich das nächste Mal mit Dir kaum noch erwarten kann
Denn beim ersten Mal, da wußte ich schon wohin das führt
daß es ein letztes Mal für uns nie geben wird
Ein Hoch der Liebe, vive l'amour
three cheers for love, viva l'amor'
Die uns're Welt so jung erhält
Seit sich die Erde dreht
wie auch Dein Glücksstern steht
wohin der Wind Dich weht
Ein Hoch der Liebe, vive l'amour
three cheers for love, viva l'amor'
die immer blüht, wohin man sieht
die un'sre Welt so jung erhält
Photograph Composer(s): Ringo Starr; George Harrison Performer(s): Ringo Starr; and various other artists
Every time I see your face it reminds me of the places we used to go But all I got is a photograph and I realize you're not coming back anymore
I thought Id make it the day you went away but I can't make it till you come home again to stay
I can't get used to living here, while my heart is broke, my tears, I cried for you I want you here to have and hold, as the years go by and we grow old and grey
Now you're expecting me to live without you but that's not something that Im looking forward to
I can't get used to living here, while my heart is broke, my tears, I cried for you I want you here to have and hold, as the years go by and we grow old and grey
Every time I see your face it reminds me of the places we used to go But all I got is a photograph and I realize you're not coming back anymore Every time I see your face it reminds me of the places we used to go But all I got is a photograph and I realize you're not coming back anymore Every time I see your face it reminds me of the places we used to go But all I got is a photograph and I realize you're not coming back anymore
Sister Midnight Composer(s): Carlos Alomar; Iggy Pop; James Williamson First release by: Iggy Pop - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
Calling Sister Midnight You've got me reaching for the moon Calling Sister Midnight You've got me playing the fool Calling Sister Midnight
Calling Sister Midnight Can you hear me call Can you hear me well Can you hear me at all Calling Sister Midnight I'm an Idiot for you Calling Sister Midnight I'm a breakage inside Calling Sister Midnight Calling Sister Midnight You know I had a dream last night Mother was in my bed And I made love to her Father he gunned for me Hunted me with his six gun Calling Sister Midnight What can I do about my dreams
Listen to me Sister Midnight You put a beggar in my heart Calling Sister Midnight You've got me walking in rags Hey where are you Sister Midnight Can you hear me call Can you hear me well Can you hear me at all
Phone Booth Composer(s): Richard Cousins; Robert Cray; Mike Vannice; Dennis Walker Performer(s): Robert Cray; and various other artists
I'm in a phone booth, baby number scratched on the wall I'm in a phone booth, baby number scratched on the wall I'm new in Chicago got no one else to call
Been walking all day old friends I can't find hawks so cold head about me some wine Calling you, baby took my very last dime
A little phone booth, baby number scratched upon the wall I'm in a phone booth, baby number scratched on the wall I'm new in Chicago got no one else to call
Said call big a reader anytime day or night You know I'm broken up cold, baby and I hope you'll treat me right I'm in a phone booth, baby and the cold wind loud outside
Sister Josephine Composer(s): Jake Thackray Performer(s): Jake Thackray and multiple other artists
Oh, Sister Josephine What do all these policemen mean By coming to the convent in a grim limousine After Sister Josephine?
While you, Sister Josephine You sit with your boots up on the altar screen You smoke one last cigar What a funny nun you are
The policemen say that Josephine's a burglar in disguise Big bad Norman - fifteen years on the run The sisters disbelieve it: No, that can't be Josephine Just think about her tenderness towards the younger nuns
Oh, Sister Josephine They're searching the chapel where you've been seen The nooks and the crannies of the nun's canteen After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine You sip one farewell Benedictine Before your au revoir A right funny nun you are
Admittedly her hands are big and hairy And embellished with a curious tattoo Admittedly her voice is on the deep side And she seems to shave more often than the other sisters do
Oh, Sister Josephine Founder of the convent pontoon team They're looking through your bundles of rare magazines After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine You give a goodbye sniff of benzedrine To the convent budgerigar A bloody funny nun you are
No longer will her snores ring through the chapel during prayers Nor her lustful moanings fill the stilly night No more empty bottles of altar wine come clunking from her cell No longer will the cloister toilet seat stand upright
Oh, Sister Josephine Slipping through their fingers like vaseline Leaving them to clutch your empty crinoline After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine Sprinting through the suburbs when last seen Dressed only in your wimple and your rosary A right funny nun you seem to be
Phoenix Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
I have cried too...I have cried too long I have cried too...I have cried too long No more sorrow...got to carry on
Found deep water before I'd even learned to swim Found deep water before I'd even learned to swim Never thought I'd see the sun again Once I was a...once I was a man alone Once I was a...once I was a man alone Now I've found a heart to call my home Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames No more living someone else's dreams
I have cried too...I have cried too long I have cried too...I have cried too long No more sorrow...got to carry on You almost had me, old lady You almost tied me down good You played the lady in waiting And I waited as long as I could Too long the songs have been silent Too long the strings have been still I never knew what you wanted And I guess that I never will Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames No more living someone else's dreams
I have cried too...I have cried too long I have cried too...I have cried too long No more sorrow...got to carry on
Chance Of A Lifetime First performance by: Pat McGeegan - 1968
One day, while I was out walking I saw your face in the midst of a crowd Here, I thought, is the chance of a lifetime I thought you'd stepped from a cloud
Think of that wonderful meeting oh... the sun shone down on us from above Why should I be out walking that day and get the chance of a lifetime of love?
Show me the way you are feeling always tell me just what I should know Oh... a guiding hand must have brought us together but now that seems so long ago
You are the one I have dreamt of, oh... I never thought my dreams would come true All I want is the chance of a lifetime the chance of a lifetime with you
Show me the way you are feeling lways tell me just what I should know Oh... a guiding hand must have brought us together but now that seems so long ago
You are the one I have dreamt of I never thought my dreams would come true All I want is the chance of a lifetime the chance of a lifetime with you
All I want is the chance of a lifetime the chance of a lifetime with you
Philo-Sophie Composer(s): Brice Homs; Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
À Sophie M. de la part de Platon, Spinoza, Hierkegaard et quelques autres
Vous, belle insolente, Dont je sais peu de choses, à part le nom La marche est lente À suivre votre pas entre le oui et le non
Vous, belle indolente Qui mettez tant de temps à vous montrer Longue est la pente Qu'il faut savoir monter pour vous approcher de près
Mais quoiqu'il en coûte Quand on se réveille à vos côtés Moins impie que l'on se voudrait On sait, sans aucun doute Que si votre corps est un délit Tant de délices y sont permis
Vous, belle insoumise Dont les beaux yeux d'amour mourir me font Que je vous dise Combien, loin de vos charmes, on reste à toucher le fond
Vous, belle ingénue Même trop maquillée, mal vêtue Vous restez la vérité nue Celle que l'on courtise Et qui oblige à la retenue Jusqu'à tutoyer la Vertu
Vous, que rien ne grise Même si parfois pour vos beaux yeux On a tout dit, tout fait, je veux Ce soir simplement dire Que, même si c'est de la folie À vie, vous serez ma philo-Sophie
Sister Golden Hair Composer(s): Gerry Beckley First release by: America - 1975
Well I tried to make it Sunday But I got so damned depressed That I set my sights on Monday And I got myself undressed Uh I ain't ready for the altar But I do agree there's times When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you Sister golden, hair's a prize And I just can't live without you Can't you see it in my eyes Uh I been one poor correspondent And I been too, too hard to find But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle Will you meet me in the air Will you love me just a little Just enough to show you care Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin' I just can't make it
Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you Sister Golden-haired surprise And I just can't live without you Can't you see it in my eyes Now I been one poor correspondent And I been too, too hard to find But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle Will you meet me in the air Will you love me just a little Just enough to show you care Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin' I just can't make it
Philosopher Composer(s): P. Papini; J. Schwartz Performer(s): Yellowstone & Voice
All of the children in the park Searching the sculpture to find where you are All of the blind men in the dark follow you Do you know where you go? All of the travelers on the road Put down the burdens to see where you go All of the mortals with their loss Follow you anywhere, follow you Do you know where you go? Philosopher If he should turn his head around He will see theyre all about All of these people falling down Philosopher Can you survive the world you teach? And can we live the world you preach? All of your people out of reach All of the people wanting more Needing to follow a philosopher All of the wealthy and the poor Follow you anywhere, follow you Do you know where you go? Philosopher If he should turn his head around He will see theyre all about All of these people falling down Philosopher Can you survive the world you teach? And can we live the world you preach? All of your people out of reach Philosopher If he should turn his head around He will see theyre all about All of these people falling down
Må... må... må... må... må... må skynde meg å Gå... gå... gå... gå... gå... gå slik at jeg kan Nå... nå... nå... nå... nå siste bussen hjem
Ha... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha det riktig Bra... bra... bra... bra... bra... bra, ikke glem å Ta... ta... ta... ta... ta sovemedisin
Små doser er bra, må slappe litt av Skru på din radio, du har jo sov-i-ro
Ri... ri... ri... ri... ri... ri... ringes ved når Vi... vi... vi... vi... vi... vi, får litt bedre Tid... tid... tid... tid... tid, siste bussen går
Men en gang - kanskje neste år - skal vi få tid til alle ting En gang - kanskje neste år - ta alt med ro, bare rusle omkring
Må... må... må... må... må... må, mange flere Sa... sa... sa... sa... sa... sa... saker jeg sku' Pra... pra... pra... pra... pra... pratet med deg om
Men... men... men... men... men... men alt de der må Ven... ven... ven... ven... vente til vi ses i - Gjen... gjen... gjen... gjen... gjen, siste bussen går
Prøv meditasjon... prøv te med sitron Ta deg en liten drink... ja du må være flink
Må... må... må... må... må... må skynde meg å Gå... gå... gå... gå... gå... gå slik at jeg kan Nå... nå... nå... nå... nå siste bussen hjem
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
