Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Play Me A Sad Song Composer(s): Jerry Landis (aka Paul Simon) Performer(s): Tom & Jerry (aka Simon & Garfunkel)
Saturday night and I'm all alone Don't have a date, I'm just sittin' home The radio's playin' the tap tunes tonight Play me a sad song (oh yes) Please mister deejay (yes) Play me a sad song tonight (ooh-ooh) Don't you think I wanna go where other kids go Don't you know I wanna do what other kids do I've got nobody to hold me tight (ooh yes) Play me a sad song (oh yes) Please mister deejay (yes) Play me a sad song tonight Don't wanna hear a lullaby I can't sleep, I just sit and cry Play me a sad song, a song of love 'Cause that's all that I'm thinking of Sittin' here cryin' won't get me the girl I bet I'm the loneliest boy in the world Oh what's the use, guess I'll turn off the light (ooh yes) Play me a sad song (oh yes) Please mister deejay (yes) Play me a sad song (oh yes) I feel so lonely (yes) Please mister deejay (oh yes) Play me a sad song (yes)
Sleepy Time Gal Composer(s): Joseph Reed Alden; Raymond Egan B.; Ange Lorenzo; Richard A. Whiting Performer(s): Dean Martin
Sleepy time gal you're turning night into days Sleepy time gal you've danced the evening away Before each silvery star fades out of sight Please give me one little kiss then let us whisper goodnight It's getting late and dear your pillow's waitin'
Sleepy time gal when all your dancing is through Sleepy time gal I'll find a cottage for you You'll learn to cook and sew What's more you'll love it I know When you're a stay at home, play at home 8 o'clock sleepy time gal
It's getting late and dear your pillow's waiting Sleepy time gal when all your dancing is through Sleepy time gal I'll find a cottage for you You'll learn to cook and to sew What's more you'll love it I know When you're a stay at home, play at home 8 o'clock sleepy time gal
She was morning and I was night time I one day woke up to find her lyin' beside my bed I softly said, "Come take me" For I've been lonely, in need of someone As though I'd done someone wrong somewhere, but I don't know where I don't know where, come lately You are the sun, I am the moon You are the words, I am the tune, play me
Song, she sang to me, song she brang to me Words that rang in me, rhyme that sprang from me warmed the night And what was right became me You are the sun, I am the moon You are the words, I am the tune, play me
She was morning and I was night time I one day woke up to find her lyin' beside my bed I softly said, "Come take me" So it was that I came to travel Upon a road that was thorned and narrow, another place Another grace would save me You are the sun, I am the moon You are the words, I am the tune, play me
You are the sun, I am the moon, You are the words, I am the tune, .....play........ me
De Oude Muzikant First performance by: Ben Cramer - 1973
Door de straten van Parijs Klinkt nog steeds dezelfde wijs Van die oude muzikant Je hoort 'm al aan de overkant
Eens was hij toch heel beroemd Altijd werd zijn naam genoemd Nu is hij heel oud en grijs Ouder dan de stad Parijs
Door de straten, over pleinen Klinkt dat ene lied Die melodie zal nooit verdwijnen Ook al ken je hem niet Eenzaam zijn nu al zijn dagen Niemand die hem nog kent Hij speelt op zijn accordeon En denkt aan hoe het eens begon Het leven is nu grauw en grijs In de straten van Parijs
Zijn vrienden kennen hem niet meer Maar kijken nu nog op hem neer Hij speelt voor geld nog op de straat Voor 's morgens vroeg tot 's avonds laat
Niemand die nog op hem wacht Maar soms is het of hij weer lacht Hij was beroemd in 't hele land Die oude grijze muzikant
Door de straten, over pleinen Klinkt dat ene lied Die melodie zal nooit verdwijnen Ook al ken je hem niet Eenzaam zijn nu al zijn dagen Niemand die hem nog kent Hij speelt op zijn accordeon En denkt aan hoe het eens begon Het leven is nu grauw en grijs In de straten van Parijs
Play gypsy, play gypsy Sounds that I love Bring back the springtime to my heart Let me forget you must fade And that love may not stay Play and my sadness will depart
Tune up your gypsy violin Let the dance begin Take me back to joy and laughter Never mind what may come after Play gypsy, play gypsy Sounds that I love Bring back the springtime to my heart
Tune up your gypsy violin Let the dance begin Take me back to joy and laughter Never mind what may come after Play gypsy, play gypsy Sounds that I love Bring back the springtime to my heart
You Are Summer - You Never Tell Me No Composer(s): Monica Dominique; Carl-Axel Dominique; Lars Forsell First performance by: Nova - 1973
Monday morning - the streets are black with rain Under a skylight hovers sad and grey Tuesday waits down the endless dreary day And every day is like the other day
I have you and I long for your carress Oh... your breasts are like swallows in nestling You're the Summer, life grows in you Summer, wind blows in you Summer is glowing you Summer, since knowing you You are Summer, you never tell me no Summer, life grows in you Summer, wind blows in you Summer, you never tell me no
Times are stale and the days are long and slow There is no song can make me laugh and swing Half past four, I pack up and home I go Home to the point and fear the evenings bring
I have you and I long for your carress Oh... your breasts are like swallows in nestling You're the Summer, life grows in you Summer, wind blows in you Summer is glowing you Summer, since knowing you You are Summer, you never tell me no Summer, life grows in you Summer, wind blows in you Summer, you never tell me no
I have you and I long for your carress Oh... your breasts are like swallows in nestling You're the Summer, life grows in you Summer, wind blows in you Summer is glowing you Summer, since knowing you You are Summer, you never tell me no You are Summer, you never tell me no
Play Guitar Play Composer(s): Conway Twitty Performer(s): Conway Twitty; Charley Pride
Play, guitar play Take me back to yesterday Let me see, cotton growing, in the fields Let me hear, my momma calling Look a-yonder ya-all who's coming Down the road, he's a coming home But they know I never will
I left them living with that awful thing I done I didn't tell them I just packed my clothes and run
Play, guitar play Help me through another day Help me make another dollar, before I go We got time, for one more song Then we'll have to move along Another town, another crowd Lord I wonder if they know
Can they read between the lines in my song As I sing about a good boy that's went wrong Guitar we got years to kill We got to climb that distant hill I wonder if they think of me Guitar play
Sleepy Hollow Composer(s): Harold G. Frost; Lemuel Fowler; Henri Klickmann
Sweetheart, I've been dreaming of a by gone day When you said you loved me so Silv'ry stars are gleaming just to light my way Seems they know that I want to go
Underneath the willow 'neath a sky of blue While the moonlight softly beams I will make my pillow while I dream of you Once again I will stroll in dreams
Back to Sleepy Hollow, Sleepy Hollow Where I first met you I'll dream again, all the dream we knew I'll dream again dear, of your sweet eyes of blue In the shadows falling you are calling As you used to do While the mem'ries follow "Sleepy Hollow" Where I first met you
Play A Simple Melody Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Bing Crosby; and various other artists
Won't you play some simple melody Like my mother sang to me One with a good old-fashioned harmony Play some simple melody
Musical demon, set your honey a-dreaming, won't you play me some rag Just change that classical nag to some sweet beautiful drag If you will play from a copy of a tune that is choppy you'll get all my applause And that is simply because I want to listen to rag
Won't you play some simple melody (Musical demon, set your honey a-dreaming, won't you play me some rag) Like my mother sang to me (Just change that classical nag to some sweet beautiful drag) One with a good old-fashioned harmony (If you will play from a copy of a tune that is choppy, you'll get all my applause) Play some simple melody (And that is simply because I want to listen to rag)
Tu Te Reconnaîtras (Dutch Version: Vuur En Vlam - 1995) Composer(s): Claude Morgan; Vline Buggy First performance by: Anne-Marie David - 1973
Dans les rêves De l'enfance Dans l'élève Que le maître a puni Dans la gare ou commence La première aventure de la vie Dans celui qui doute Dans celui qui croit
Tu verras tu te reconnaîtras à chaque instant Dans chaque joie Dans chaque larme
Tu verras tu te reconnaîtras Dans cet enfant parmi ces gens Tout comme toi
Dans les rêves De l'artiste Que la gloire n'a jamais couronné Dans le monde Egoiste Qui renie ce qu'il a adoré Dans ceux qui ont peur Dans ceux qui ont froid
Tu verras tu te reconnaîtras Dans cet amour Que j'ai pour toi Oui tu verras Tu te reconnaîtras
El infierno esta vacío yo lo sé, yo estuve allí los demonios andan sueltos por aquí Vamos todos contra todos como en peregrinación al Dios dinero cantando esta canción
Plata o mierda, dice el cura plata o mierda, dice el juez plata o mierda, el policía la única opción es hoy tener plata o mierda no hay otra es ganar o perder porque tener es más que ser
Hoy la vida ya no tiene más sentido ni valor nos inyectan solo dudas y temor Hitler vive Elvis vive y el suicida no murió todos ríen y cantan a viva voz
Plata o mierda, el senador plata o mierda, el dictador esta historia la conozco y está cada vez peor plata o mierda no hay chance es ganar o perder porque tener es más que ser
Puede ser Krishnamurti Puede ser William Blake algo de sufi, algo de Zen hay tanto que hacer San Agustín de día de noche Proust o Nietzche pobre alma mía sola y vacía y tanto que hacer...
Yo sé que hay algo más Dios dinero, deja ya de gobernar... basta ya... Plata o mierda, en la prisión y en la zona de exclusión plata o mierda en todas partes en el fútbol y en el rock plata o mierda no hay otra es ganar o perder porque tener es más que ser porque tener es más que ser y no puede ser yo solo quiero ser oh, nena quiero ser yo solo quiero ser...
Vuur En Vlam (Adapted from: Tu Te Reconnaîtras - 1973) Composer(s): Claude Morgan; Vline Buggy; Jo De Clercq Wendy Van Wanten - 1995
In de droom van elk meisje Komt een prins en die neemt haar dan mee Op z'n paard en dan reis je Naar zijn land in de zon aan de zee Maar soms worden dromen Toch werkelijk waar
Vuur en vlam Toen ik je tegenkwam Van kop tot teen Dwars door me heen Toen jij verscheen
Vuur en vlam Toen ik jou tegenkwam Als een orkaan Niet te weerstaan Kwam jij er aan
Wat ik zie in jou ogen Wat ik hoor in de klant van je stem Is een gift van de goden Als een prins die voor mij is bestemd Zo worden mijn dromen Toch eindelijk waar
Vuur en vlam Toen ik je tegenkwam Van kop tot teen Dwars door me heen Toen jij verscheen
Vuur en vlam Toen ik jou tegenkwam Als een orkaan Niet te weerstaan Kwam jij er aan
Plastic People Composer(s): Richard Berry; Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa; Alternative TV; The Mothers of Invention
Ladies and Gentlemen... The President of the United States! "Fella Americans...Doot, Doot, Doot..." He's been sick!--Doot! Doot! And I think his wife is gonna bring him Some chicken soap Plastic people! Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
I know it's hard to defend an unpopular policy Every once in a while
Plastic people! Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
And there's this guy from the CIA he's creepin' Around Laurel Canyon A fine little girl She waits for me She's as plastic as she can be She paints her face With plastic goo And wrecks her hair With some shampoo
Plastic people Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
"I dunno...sometimes I just get tired Of ya honey--it's...ah..your Hair spray...or something..."
Plastic people Oh, baby, now you're such a drag
"I hear the sound of marching feet... down Sunset Boulevard to Crescent Heights ...and there...at Pandora's box... We are confronted with...a vast Quantity of...Plastic people..." Take a day and walk around Watch the Nazi's Run your town Then go home and check yourself You think we're singing 'Bout someone else
But you're Plastic people Oh, Baby, now You're such a drag
Me see a neon Moon above I searched for years I found no love I'm sure that love Will never be A product of Plasticity A product of Plasticity Plastic, plastic people--Pla-ha-ha-ha-ha-plastic You are--your foot--your hair--your nose--your arms you suck--you love--you are your being is--you're plastic blah--blah--blah--blah plastic Peoples A prune is not a vegetable cabbage is a vegetable; makes it O.K. plastic people--plastic People you dream about...you think about...you eat you are...Ooo-Hoo-Hoo... purple prancing--plastic People Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Pee-Peep!
Sleepy Eyed John Composer(s): Tex Atchinson Performer(s): Johnny Horton and multiple other artists
Well away down yonder on the Candy Creek I wait a lot of fiddles on my wagon seat I tune up the fiddle and I rosin' that bow and I play a little tune wherever I go Sleepy eyed John better get your britches on sleepy eyed John better tie your shoe Sleepy eyed John you better get your bitches on Try to get to heaven fore the devil gets to you
Well sleepy eyed John he stalked a goose that goose it flapped but couldn't get loose Said John to the goose well you better be still I'm gonna miss my supper and tea if you will Sleepy eyed John...
Well sleepy eyed John he had one wooden leg wadn't nothin' but a little wooden peg With one shoe off and one shoe on He'd do the double shuffle till the cows come home Sleepy eyed John...
Well over in the hickory and down in the pine The racoon laughs and the hound dog whines And the hound dog whines and the racoon laughs And they cross that river in a minute and a half Sleepy eyed John...
Plastic Man Composer(s): Ray Davies Performer(s): The Kinks
A man lives at the corner of the street And his neighbors think he's helpful and he's sweet 'Cause he never swears and he always shakes you by the hand But no one knows he really is a plastic man
He's got a plastic heart, plastic teeth and toes (Yeah, he's plastic man) He's got plastic knees and a perfect plastic nose (Yeah, he's plastic man) He's got plastic lips that hide his plastic teeth and gums And plastic legs that reach up to his plastic bum (Plastic bum)
Plastic man got no brain Plastic man don't feel no pain Plastic people look the same Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kick his shin or tread on his face Pull his nose all over the place You can't disfigure or disgrace Plastic man (Plastic man)
He's got plastic flowers growing up the wall He eats plastic food with a plastic knife and fork He likes plastic cups and saucers 'cause they never break And he likes to lick his gravy off a plastic plate
Plastic man got no brain Plastic man don't feel no pain Plastic people look the same Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kick his shin or tread on his face Pull his nose all over the place You can't disfigure or disgrace Plastic man (Plastic man)
He's got a plastic wife who wears a plastic mac (Yeah, he's plastic man) And his children wanna be plastic like their Dad (Yeah, he's plastic man) He's got a phony smile that makes you think he understands But no one ever gets the truth from plastic man (Plastic man)
Chi Sarà Con Te
Composer(s): Enrico Polito - Giancarlo Bigazzi - T. Savio
First performance by: Massimo Ranieri - 1973
Come al nostro primo appuntamento un anno fa Oggi aspetto un'altra e tutto si ripeterà Camminiamo un poco e mentre prendo la sua mano Il cuore mi domanda piano
Chi sarà con te, forse la sua mano, stringerà la tua Chi sarà, sarà, magari è emozionato come io con lei Non parliamo più, io m'avvicino e sfioro le sue labbra ma Penso a chi sarà con te
Lucide vetrine, specchi per gli innamorati Cinema da pochi soldi, strade sconosciute Lei che ti assomiglia un poco e il fuoco si riaccende Ma un po' di nostalgia mi prende
Chi sarà con te, chi ti stringerà forte come me
Chi sarà, sarà, cosa importa ormai, se l'ho voluto io Caro amore mio, mentre io ti penso, chi sarà con te
