Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Small World Composer(s): Jule Styne; Stephen Sondheim First performance/First release by: Ethel Merman - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
[Rose:] Funny, you're a stranger who's come here come from another town Funny, I'm a stranger myself here Small world, isn't it? Funny, you're a man who goes traveling rather than settling down Funny, 'cause I'd love to go traveling Small world, isn't it?
We have so much in common it's a phenomenon We could pool our resources by joining forces from now on
Lucky, you're a man who likes children That's an important sign Lucky, I'm a woman with children Small world, isn't it? Funny, isn't it small and funny and fine?
[Herbie:] We have so much in common it's a phenomenon We could pool our resources by joining forces from now on
[R:] Lucky, you're a man who likes children [H:] That's an important sign [R:] Lucky [H:] You're a [R & H:] woman with children Small world, isn't it? [R:] Funny, isn't it [H:] isn't it [R & H:] small and funny and fine?
Please Return Your Love To Me Composer(s): Barrett Strong; Norman Whitfield Performer(s): The Temptations
(Please return your love to me, girl) (Forgive me for the wrong I've done)
And, oh, baby I cry myself to sleep at night For fear of a-never holdin' you tight at all, baby (whoa, baby) I miss ya more with each passin' day Every night on my knees I pray Oh, oh, baby (please)
[Chorus:] (Return your love to me, girl) (Forgive me for the wrong I've done (Without your love, I'm just no good) (For I am just a lonely boy)
I'm sorry for the wrong I've done Now I know how it feels to lose that special someone (whoa, baby) I need you more than words can say Without your love I can't face another day Oh, (please)
(Return your love to me, girl) (Forgive me for the wrong I've done (Without your love, I'm just no good) (I am just a lonely one)
Oh, no, no-o-o-o, babe
If there's a heav'n above you'll be my one and only love (and, oh, baby) I can't control the glow in me Girl, come on and an' see about me
(Oh, ple-ea-ease)
(Return your love to me, girl) (Forgive me for the wrong I've done (Without your love, I'm just no good) (I am just a lonely one)
I'm a lonely one I'm a lonely one I'm a lonely one I'm just a lonelyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy onnnnnnnnnnnnne (I am just a)
(Please, return your love to me, girl) (Forgive me for the wrong I've done (Without your love, I'm just no good) (I am just a lonely one)
Please Mr. Postman French Title: Monsieur Le Facteur Composer(s): Robert Bateman; Georgia Dobbins; William Garrett; Freddie Gorman; Brian Holland Performer(s): The Beatles; and various other artists
Please Mister Postman, look and see (Oh yeah) If there's a letter in your bag for me (Please, Please Mister Postman) Why's it takin' such a long time (Oh yeah) For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be some word today From my boyfriend so far away Pleas Mister Postman, look and see If there's a letter, a letter for me
I've been standin' here waitin' Mister Postman So patiently For just a card, or just a letter Sayin' he's returnin' home to me
(Mister Postman) Mister Postman, look and see (Oh yeah) If there's a letter in your bag for me (Please, Please Mister Postman) Why's it takin' such a long time (Oh yeah) For me to hear from that boy of mine
So many days you passed me by See the tears standin' in my eyes You didn't stop to make me feel better By leavin' me a card or a letter
(Mister Postman) Mister Postman, look and see (Oh yeah) If there's a letter in your bag for me (Please, Please Mister Postman) Why's it takin' such a long time
(Why don't you check it and see one more time for me, you gotta) Wait a minute Wait a minute Wait a minute Wait a minute (Mister Postman) Mister Postman, look and see
(C'mon deliver the letter, the sooner the better) Mister Postman
Please Mr. Moon Don't Tell On Me Performer(s): Hartman's Heartbreakers
As I drive into the moon As I leave my baby behind me I think of all the love we shared And I just wanna go back home
Please Mr Moon Won't you tell her that I love her And I'll be home just as soon as I can It's a shame we have to be apart But for a singer it's the only way to be
When I think of her sweet smile And all the kindness in her heart All the love she gives to me It just makes me wanna cry
Please Mr Moon Won't you tell her that I love her And I'll be home just as soon as I can It's a shame we have to be apart But for a singer it's the only way to be
Now here I am on the road back home And I know she'll be waiting for me With a smile so warm and tender And a sweet, "Hello my darling"
Please Mr Moon Won't you tell her that I love her And I'm on my way back home And I will give her all my love Until I have to leave again
Please Mr Moon Won't you tell her that I love her And I'll be home just as soon as I can It's a shame we have to be apart But for a singer it's the only way to be But for a singer it's the only way to be But for a singer it's the only way to be
Madrugada First performance by: Duarta Mendes - 1975
Dos que morreram sem saber porquê Dos que teimaram em silêncio e frio Da força nascida no medo E a raiva à solta manhã cedo Fazem-se as margens do meu rio
Das cicatrizes do meu chão antigo E da memória do meu sangue em fogo Da escuridão a abrir em cor Do braço dado e a arma flor Fazem-se as margens do meu povo
Canta-se a gente que a si mesma se descobre E acorda vozes arraiais Canta-se a terra que a si mesma se devolve Que o canto assim nunca é demais
Em cada veia o sangue espera a vez Em cada fala se persegue o dia E assim se aprendem as marés Assim se cresce e ganha pé Rompe a canção que não havia
Acordem luzes nos umbrais que a tarde cega Acordem vozes e arraiais Cantem despertos na manhã que a noite entrega Que o canto assim nunca é demais
Cantem marés por essas praias de sargaços Acordem vozes, arraiais Corram descalços rente ao cais, abram abraços Que o canto assim nunca é demais O canto assim nunca é demais
Small Fry Composer(s): Frank Loesser; Hoagy Carmichael Performer(s): Bing Crosby, Fred MacMurray, Donald O'Connor and multiple other artists
Here comes that good for nothin' brat of a boy He's such a devil I could whip him with joy He's been carousin' at the burleycue Just watch me teach him with the sole of my shoe
Small fry, struttin' by the pool room Small fry, should be in the school room My, my, put down that cigarette You ain't grown up high and mighty yet
Small fry, dancin' for a penny Small fry, countin' up how many My, my, just listen here to me You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea
You practice peckin' all day long to some old radio song Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, you better listen to your paw And someday practice the law And then you'll be a real success
Yes, small fry, you kissed the neighbour's daughter Small fry, shoulda stay in shallow water Seems I should take you cross my knee You ain't the biggest catfish in the sea
You've got your feet all soakin' wet You'll be the death of me yet Oh me, oh my, small fry
Please Mr. Gravedigger Composer(s): David Bowie Performer(s): David Bowie
There's a little churchyard just along the way It used to be Lambeth's finest array Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
And in this little yard, there's a little old man With a little shovel in his little bitty hand He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
"Ah-choo, excuse me"
Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair And you put it in your pocket
"God, it's pouring down"
Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket
Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day Standing in the same spot by a certain grave Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay And I was the wicked man who took her life away Very selfish, Oh God
No, Mr. GD, you won't tell And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself I've started digging holes myself And this one here's for you
"Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it Hello missus, thought she'd be a little girl Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain"
Old-Man Fiddle First performance by: Pihasoittajat - 1975
The door opens wide every head turns round to stare He steps inside with raindrops on his hair A grey old man with legs a-limping, he finds himself a chair Then he lifts a fiddle and bow with gentle care
And just like sunlight out of the rain, old man fiddle's come to play again And light this night up into flame Just his dancing fiddling bow brings to life all sleepy toes In this old heart till morning glows
So kiss the blues goodbye Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try
We sang along into the dawn till our cares were just memories Danced in time to country tunes In some valley he lives free, where his notes ripen on the trees Underneath the harvest moon
So kiss the blues goodbye Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try
In the gentle falling rain, you could still hear the loving sound That filled the night with memories And when the skies are turning grey, bring him back here to play again He'll waken blossoms on the trees
So kiss the blues goodbye Let the mountain melody brighten the night and make the good times fly Feet are dancing free in ragtime reverie Pick up your lazy legs and give it a try
Small Axe Composer(s): Lee Perry; Bob Marley First release by: Bob Marley - 1971
Why boasteth thyself Oh, evil men Playing smart And not being clever? I said, you're working iniquity To achieve vanity (if a-so a-so) But the goodness of Jah, Jah I-dureth for-I-ver
So if you are the big tree We are the small axe Ready to cut you down (well sharp) To cut you down
These are the words Of my master, keep on tellin' me No weak heart Shall prosper And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall fall in it, fall in it And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall fall in it (... fall in it)
If you are the big tree, let me tell you that We are the small axe, sharp and ready Ready to cut you down (well sharp) To cut you down
(To cut you down)
(To cut you down)
These are the words Of my master, tellin' me that No weak heart Shall prosper And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall fall in it, uh, bury in it And whosoever diggeth a pit Shall bury in it, uh (... bury in it)
If you are the big, big tree We are the small axe Ready to cut you down (well sharp) To cut you down If you are the big, big tree, let me tell you that We are the small axe Ready to cut you down (well sharp) To cut you down Sharpened ...
Please Hurt Me Composer(s): Gerry Goffin; Carole King Performer(s): Little Eva; The Crystals
If you gotta hurt somebody, please hurt me and if you gotta break a heart, then please break mine I won't cry if you deceive me I'll take it with a smile I know someday you will leave me But at least I'll have you for a while So darlin', if you gotta hurt somebody, please hurt me and if I have to be a plaything, that's what I'll be Please hurt me, oh please hurt me Come on & please hurt me Why don't you please hurt me
Une Chanson C'est Une Lettre Composer(s): Boris Bergman; André Popp First performance by: Sophie - 1975
Vois-tu? La chanson c'est une lettre Qu'on écrit pour soi et puis qu'on jette Elle ne voit jamais la boîte aux lettres Et pourtant
On a le courage d'y dire: "Je t'aime" Puisque c'est un autre sur la scène Qui vient le crier sans avoir peur Des projecteurs
Une chanson c'est une lettre Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête Une chanson c'est une lettre Que l'on n'envoie... Que l'on n'envoie jamais
Les amours y sont toujours parfaites On a jamais peur d'y être bête Quand le cur est prêt à se soumettre À un cur
Il est plus facile de dire: "Je t'aime" À l'alexandrin de son poème L'amour n'est jamais comme sur la scène Dans la vie
Une chanson c'est une lettre Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête Une chanson c'est une lettre Que ne prendra jamais plus le facteur
"Partons tous les deux sur ce navire" Voilà des choses que je ne peux dire Ma gorge se serre et se déchire À l'idée Qu'un jour il faudrait que je t'écrive Ces mots plantés là sur l'autre rive Faute de te faire une missive J'ai chanté
Une chanson c'est une lettre Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête Une chanson c'est une lettre Que ne prendra jamais le facteur
Une chanson c'est une lettre Que l'on écrit là dans sa tête Une chanson c'est une lettre Qui reste en soi Qui se froisse et qui meurt
Please Help The Cause Against Loneliness Composer(s): Stephen Street Morrissey Performer(s): Sandie Shaw
Please help the cause against loneliness Would you like to note my home address Please help the cause against loneliness Would you kindly note my inside leg I don't mind what time you come 'round If it's the daytime then I might be in bed I'm so very young, I am so really really young
Please help the cause against loneliness Would you like a list of my dislikes There are people with problems I've known this, I've known this for years There are paupers and peers who have problems
I don't mind what time you come 'round If it's the weekend then I have to be dead I'm so very young, I am so really really young I'm so young, really really ... I am so young, I am so young
Smack Dab In The Middle Composer(s): Jesse Stone First release by: Charlie Calhoun - 1955 Covered by multiple other artists
Pick me a town In any clime Where people like A rockin time And stay awake Both day and night Till everybody's feelin good an' right
Then throw me (Smack dab in the middle) I wanna be (Smack dab in the middle) Ahhhhh, smack dab in the middle, boys now So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Ten Cadillacs A diamond mill Ten suits of clothes To dress to kill A ten room house Some Bar B Q And fifty chicks not over twenty-two
Then throw me (Smack dab in the middle) Oh, I wanna be (Smack dab in the middle) Ahhhhh, now boys you can see why I wanna be smack dab in the middle now So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
One hundred beds with chorus girls A street that's paved with natural pearls a wagon load of bonds and stocks Then open up the door at Fort Knox
Then throw me (Smack dab in the middle) I wanna be (Smack dab in the middle) Ahhhhh, now listen boys throw me smack dab in the middle right now So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat Oodles of butter and somethin sweet Gallons of coffee to wash it down Bicarbonated soda by the pound
Then throw me (Smack dab in the middle) I picture it (Smack dab in the middle) Ahhhhh, throw me now, smack dab in the middle right now So I can rock and roll to satisfy my soul
Please Don't Turn Me Away Composer(s): Roy Buchanan; Billy Price Keystone Rhythm Band Performer(s): Roy Buchanan
Please don't turn me away Please let me stay I'm asking you for just a little bit of your time I'm asking you to leave the past behind You don't have to tell me that it was never right I know that baby But all I really know right now is that I need you tonight
I need your love at once to stop the rain To easy my pain I need the sound of your sweet voice Baby, to comfort me through my dark and rhythmic night
Please don't turn me away please let me stay Don't make me pay for each and every one of my crimes All I want to do baby, all I want to do is hold you one more time And if I cannot ever be you lover again For one more night... for one more night let me be your friend
Please Don't Touch Composer(s): Heath Robinson Performer(s): Johnny Kidd; and various other artists
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much Well there ain't no other woman that makes me feel this way When she comes up close, well I just ain't a word to say Please don't touch, I shake so much Please don't touch, I shake so much
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much Well I get so nervous when I see her eyes that shine She looks right through me and the chills run down my spine Please don't touch, I shake so much Please don't touch, I shake so much
Well I don't know why she got her claws in me I wanna be a bachelor, fancy free Running from the preacher, boy what a relief I'm gonna spend my life shakin' like a leaf Well remembering the first time her ruby lips brushes my cheek I opened my mouth but the rest of me just wouldn't speak Please don't touch, I shake so much Please don't touch, I shake so much
Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much Don't you touch me baby, 'cause I'm shakin' so much Oh baby don't you touch me now...
