Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sleeping In The Ground Composer(s): Sam Myers First release by: Sam Myers & King Mose Royal Rockers - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
I would rather see you sleeping in the ground I would rather see you sleeping in the ground Than to stay around here if you're gonna put me down
Well, I give you all my money, everything I own Well, I give you all my money, everything I own Well, some day I'm gonna get lucky, and down the road you know I'm goin'
Well, I would rather see you sleeping in the ground Well, I would rather see you sleeping in the ground Than to stay around here if you're gonna put me down
You know I give you all my money, yeah little girl, everything I own Well, I give you all my money, everything I own Well, today I'm gonna get lucky, and down the road you know I'm goin'
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: I'll tell you once, I won't tell you twice You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss Your apple pie don't taste too nice You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss
I've laid the seed, it should be all you need You're as sensual as a pencil Wound up like an 'E' or first string When we made it, did you hear a bell ring? You got a block, well take my advice You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss The Transducer will seduce ya
Janet: My feet! I can't move my feet! Dr. Von Scott: My wheels! My God, I can't move my wheels! Brad: It's as if we're glued to the spot! Dr. Frank-N-Furter: You are! So quake with fear, you tiny fools! Janet: Oh, we're trapped! Dr. Frank-N-Furter: It's something you'll get used to A mental mind-fuck can be nice Dr. Van Scott: You won't find Earth people quite the easy mark you imagine This sonic transducer - it is, I suppose, some kind of Audio-vibratory, physiomolecular transport device Brad: You mean... Dr. Van Scott: Yes, Brad It's something we ourselves have been working on for quite some time But it seems our friend here has found a means of perfecting it A device which is capable of breaking down solid matter and then Projecting it through space, and who knows, perhaps even time itself Janet: You mean, he's gonna send us to another planet?
Dr. Frank-N-Furter: Planet, schmanet, Janet! You'd better wise up, Janet Weiss You'd better wise up Build your thighs up You'd better wise up
Sleeping Bag Composer(s): Billy Gibbons; Dusty Hill; Frank Beard First release by: ZZ Top - 1985
When it's cold outside and you want to sleep in go for a pallet that's so nice and thin Zip it on around while it's on the ground spread it out and lay it on down Slip inside my sleeping bag slip inside my sleeping bag
You're afraid of the dark, baby, no need to be shy We'll talk about some lovin' while we look at the sky Don't be hesitating, it'll be alright we'll tuck it in until it's clean out of sight Slip inside my sleeping bag slip inside my sleeping bag
Let's go out to Egypt 'cause it's in the plan sleep beside the pharoahs in the shifting sand We'll look at some pyramids and check out some heads Oh, we'll whip out our mattress 'cause there ain't no beds Slip inside my sleeping bag slip inside my sleeping bag
Un Train Qui Part Composer(s): Boris Bergman; Bernard Liamis First performance by: Marie - 1973
Un billet de train froissé dans une poche Avec dans une main un livre de poche Elle n'a que dix-huit ans, une grande valise Des yeux bleus sur un train qui s'approche
Un train qui part, c'est un peu comme une maison Un train qui part Pour celui qui n'a jamais connu de maison Un train qui part Un train qui part, c'est un peu comme une chanson Un train qui part Pour celui qui n'entend pas chanter de chansons À son départ
Le train bat la campagne l'emmenant vers Paris Que pourra-t-elle y faire pour gagner sa vie? Elle ne sait pas grand-chose, elle n'a jamais rien fait Sinon de quitter ceux qu'elle aimait
Un train qui part, c'est un peu comme une maison Un train qui part Pour celui qui n'a jamais connu de maison Un train qui part Un train qui part, c'est un peu comme une chanson Un train qui part Pour celui qui n'entend pas chanter de chansons À son départ
Un train qui part, c'est aussi le train de l'espoir Un train qui part Pour celui qui va trouver l'autre Qui l'attend devant la gare Un train qui part, c'est un peu comme leur chanson Un train qui part Où tout finit et commence, comme la romance Dans une gare
Un train qui part, c'est aussi le train de l'espoir Un train qui part Pour celui qui va trouver l'autre Qui l'attend devant la gare Un train qui part, c'est un peu comme leur chanson Un train qui part
Planet Of Women Composer(s): Frank Beard; Billy Gibbons; Dusty Hill Performer(s): ZZ Top; Doogie White; The Winters Brothers Band
What can I do, I'm a nervous wreck? There's girls everywhere, I better go and check Check it out I can't tell a diamond from a hole in the ground They all got my head spinning round and round Planet of women, oh yeah The planet of women, oh yeah It's driving me insane
They start by acting just a little discreet Then they're in the skies and they're in the streets You can find them in cars or a hotel lobby they're easy to find, just look for a body Planet of women, oh yeah Just a planet of women, oh yeah It's driving me insane
If you have the answer, drop me a line today or send a straight jacket something in a shade of gray I think I've sprained my brain 'cause it won't unwind Every day it's man against man on the planet of women, oh yeah Just a planet of women, oh yeah It's driving me insane it's driving me insane
Sleep, My Little Jesus (Traditional) Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald
Sleep, my little Jesus On Thy bed of hay While the shepherds homeward Journey on their way Mother is Thy shepherd And will her vigil keep Did the voices wake Thee? O sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep My Jesus, sleep!
Sleep, my little Jesus While Thou art my own! Ox and ass Thy neighbors Shalt Thou have a throne? Will they call me bless? Shall I stand and weep? Be it far, Jehovah! O sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
Softly sleep, sweetly sleep My Jesus, sleep!
Sleep, my little Jesus Wonder-baby mine! Well the singing angels Greet Thee as divine Through my heart, as heaven Low the echoes sweep Of glory to Jehovah! O sleep, my Jesus, sleep!
Planet Earth Composer(s): Simon LeBon; Nick Rhodes; Andy Taylor; John Taylor; Roger Taylor Performer(s): Duran Duran
Only came outside to watch night fall with the rain I heard you making patterns rhyme like Some new romantic looking for the TV sound I'll see you're right some other time love
Look now look all around there's no sign of life Voices another sound can you hear me now this is planet earth You're looking at planet earth Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop this is planet earth
My head is stuck on something precious let me know If you're coming down to land is there Anybody out there trying to get through My eyes so cloudy I can't see you
Look now look all around there's no sign of life Voices another sound can you hear me now this is planet earth You're looking at planet earth Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop this is planet earth
Look now look all around there's no sign of life Voices another sound can you hear me now this is planet earth You're looking at planet earth Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop this is planet earth Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop calling planet earth Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop looking at planet earth Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop bop this is planet earth
It's Just A Game Composer(s): Arne Bendiksen First performance by: Bendik Singers - 1973
Oh, when we Pour chercher la femme Pet, don't you Ne fais pas de drame Get all up Ne dis pas "mon âme" Set, it's a It's just a game Game, place your Messieurs et Mesdames Bet, play the Faites vos jeux, it's just a Game Come on and join us It's a game of girl-and-boyness
Pour chercher la femme So when we Ne fais pas de drame Pet, I won't Ne dis pas "mon âme" Get all up It's just a game Set, it's a Messieurs et Mesdames Game, place your Faites vos jeux, it's just a Bet, play the Game O mamma mia
Don't make a big hassle Let's not build a castle Cara querida mine Caro querido mine I love you O, je t'aime, je t'aime M'aimez-vous? Yes, I do Always, toujours, yeah, fine
Chercher la So don't you upset her Femme, ce Stay loose and just pet her N'est pas un Keep cool and you'll get her Drame It's just a game Alors, Messieurs You'll find it's much better Dames, un Keep in mind it's just a Game Come on and live now Give all you can give now Oui, Messieurs Live and give and play the Dames, un Game
So don't you upset her Keep cool and you'll get her Hey, cats can play house here But who is playing the mouse here? Oh, what a game It's just a game So it's no wrong To sing this song 'Cause it has a moral It's to love an not to quarrel
It's really much better Stay loose and just pet her Keep cool and you'll get her It's just a game
Quel jeu, mon Dieu Mon Dieu, quel jeu We're giving our all and just living and balling O goeie genade
Don't make a big hassle No, don't build a castle Sag nur "Ich liebe dich" Yekiri Dragi, rakkaani Yekiri O chérie Klingt ja so schön für mich
So, don't you Pour chercher la femme Fret, on your Ne fais pas de drame Mark, now get Ne dis pas "mon âme" Set, come on It's just a game Make like a Messieurs et Mesdames Jet, 'cause this Faites vos jeux, it's just a Game 's a way to catch her Come, darlin', mo chuisle Oui, messieurs Come, mo chuisle, play the Dames, un Game
It's just a game Oh, what a game Oui, oui, chéri Oh, we can see L'amour... Love's a game so... Mmm... skål!
Over in Cararne Many years ago My mother sang a song to me In a tone so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty In her good old Irish ways And I'd give the world If she could sing that song to me this day
Tura lura lural Tura lura lie Tura lura lura Hush now Don't you cry Tura lura lural Tura lura lie Tura lura lura That's an Irish Lullaby
Often dreams I've wondered to that cott again I feel her arms a huggin me As when she held me then And I hear her voice a hummin to me As in days of yule When she used to rock me fast asleep Outside the cabin door
Tura lura lural Tura lura lie Tura lura lura Hush now Don't you cry Tura lura lural Tura lura lie Tura lura lura That's an Irish Lullaby
Planet Caravan Composer(s): Geezer Butler; Tony Iommi; Ozzy Osbourne; Bill Ward Performer(s): Black Sabbath; and various other artists
We sail through endless skies Stars shine like eyes the black night sighs The moon in silver dreams falls down in beams Light of the night The earth, a purple blaze of sapphire haze in orbit always While down below the trees bathed in cool breeze Silver starlight breaks down from night And so we pass on by the crimson (eye / knife) of great god Mars as we travel the universe
Vio secarse el sudor de sus sábanas y apagarse poco a poco su candil Planeó una huida despacio, lentamente para una noche, por ejemplo en abril
Ahorcaría su corbata y dejaría colgado su horario en la pared Y esa tela de araña que se metió en su frente le dejaría, posiblemente, de doler
Tenía ganas de luchar... yo que sé de hacerse una remuda en el alma cualquier sábado y emprender una vida tan bella como cien televisores apagados
Ella tenía un libro abierto entre las manos y la mirada prendida entre dos páginas El reloj daba la hora por costumbre y no pasaba nada, nunca nada
"Ya sé, mujer, nos preocupan los niños el colegio, los plazos, la casa en el campo" y se hundía en el sillón, sintiéndose vencido como letras de cambio
This World Is Not My Home (Traditional) Performer(s): Carl Smith and multiple other artists
This world is not my home, I'm just a-passin' through My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
They're all expecting me and that's one thing I know My Saviour pardoned me and now I onward go I know he'll take me through, though I am weak and poor And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
I have a loving Mother just over in Gloryland And I don't expect to stop until I shake her hand She's waiting now for me in Heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Just over in Gloryland we'll live eternally The saints on every hand are shouting victory Their songs of sweetest praise drift back from Heaven's shore And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Oh Lord, you know I have no friend like you If Heaven's not my home, then Lord what will I do The angels beckon me from Heaven's open door And I can't feel at home in this world anymore
Plan B Composer(s): Jimmy Paterson; Kevin Rowland Performer(s): Dexys Midnight Runners
You've always been searching for something But everything seems so so-so Tightly close your eyes Hold out your hand We'll make a stand Forget their plans and their demands
Plan B They're testing you - but don't worry
Plan B This week I'm strong enough for two I'm coming I'm running I'm burning I wouldn't sell you anything It starts off just joking and then they stop talking to you and that's the worst thing of all The worst thing of all Whispers more than loud enough Try to make you feel not good enough Try this Don't believe your eyes Hold out your hand We'll make a stand Forget their plans and their demands
Plan B Bill Withers was good to me
Plan B Pretend I'm Bill and lean on me I'm coming I'm running I'm burning I wouldn't sell you anything
Plan B Hold on to me
Plan B No don't be nervous Just trust in me I'm coming I'm running I'm burning I wouldn't sell you anything
Sleep Warm Composer(s): Lew Spence; Alan Bergman; Marilyn Bergman First recording/First release by: Frank Sinatra - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Sleep warm, sleep tight, when you turn off the light Sleep warm, sleep well, my love Rest your head on your pillow, what a lucky pillow Close to you, so close to you all night Sleep warm, sleep well, let dreams within you dwell Sweet dreams of me, my love Close your eyes now and kiss me, and whisper you miss me Sleep tight, sleep well, sleep warm
Plaisir D'amour ((aka Comment Ne Pas Être Amoureux De Vous (by Dave) - 1978)) ((Adapted from: Plaisir Damour Ne Dure Quun Moment... (by Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian) - 1784 and Romance (by Jean-Paul Egide Martini) - 1785)) Composer(s): Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian - Jean-Paul Egide Martini - Performer(s): Hector Berlioz - 1859 (instrumental) - Yvonne Printemps - 1931 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 18th Century - The Joys Of Love (by Richard Dyer-Bennett) 1961 - Can't Help Falling In Love (by Elvis Presley) 1992 - Heel Dicht Bij Jou, Mijn Lief (by Dirk Blanchart) 1997 - Kan er niets aan doen (by Frank Boeijen)
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie J'ai tout quitté pour l'ingrate Sylvie Elle me quitte et prend un autre amant Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie Tant que cette eau coulera doucement Vers ce ruisseau qui borde la prairie Je t'aimerai, me répétait Sylvie L'eau coule encore, elle a changé pourtant Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie
Sleep Song Composer(s): Jorma Kaukonen Performer(s): Hot Tuna
Sure a lot smaller every day. Wonder why we feel this way You don't know that I've got nothing left to say I've been blown across the water like a ship ain't got no sail That ain't no way to feel
I feel that longing loud and clear. Dead end streets and I lay here When your flying you've got nothing left to fear I've been blown across the water like a ship ain't got no sail That ain't no way to feel
Winter wind keeps blowing through the trees But life keeps breathing gaily as you please Hey now silver birches lying by the road Branches lined against the winter snow
We left the shelter yesterday. After we had played all day You can find that I've got nothing left to say 'Less your blowing cross the water like a ship ain't got no sail That ain't not way to feel 'Less your blowing cross the water like a ship ain't got no sail That ain't no way to feel
Plain Jane Composer(s): Doc Pomus; Mort Shuman Performer(s): Bobby Darin
My plain Jane never wear no lipstick or paint You know she'll never try to be what she ain't Come early in the mornin' you can hear the fella's call (woo!) Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight so we can have a ball
(Yes, sir now) Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, spend some time with me
Her mouth's a little too wide and her nose a wee bit long And when you take a good look at her her shape seems all wrong But she got this little somethin' that's so hard to define And I wish that little somethin' was mine, all mine, all mine! (woo!)
And ol' Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, spend some time with me
(Oh, wee!) (Oh, Yeah!)
I used to go with glamor girls to worship day and night But Plain Jane has a cotton dress and it don't fit her right Icould never, never tell 'ya why I love her like I do But if you took her out one fine night, you'd feel the same way I do
(won't cha now) Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, come out tonight, come out tonight Plain Jane won't cha come out tonight, spend some time with me I say, spend some time with me Woo!, Plain Jane I love her just the same Oh.... Plain Jane.....
