Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Smooth Composer(s): Rob Thomas; Itaal Shur First release by: Santana & Rob Thomas - 1999
Man it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone, but you stay so cool My Munequita, my Spanish Harlem Mona Lisa You're my reason for reason, the step in my groove
And if you said this life ain't good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood 'Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean under the moon Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it Well I'll tell you one thing, if you would leave it be a crying shame In every breath and every word, I hear your name calling me out Out from the barrio, you hear my rhythm on your radio You feel the turning of the world so soft and slow, turning you round and round
And if you said this life ain't good enough I would give my world to lift you up I could change my life to better suit your mood 'Cause you're so smooth
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
And it's just like the ocean, under the moon Well that's the same as the emotion that I get from you You got the kind of loving that could be so smooth give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it
Poison Ivy Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Mike Stoller Performer(s): The Coasters
She comes on like a rose But everybody knows She'll get you in Dutch You can look but you'd better not touch
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy Late at night while you're sleeping Poison Ivy comes creeping around
She's pretty as a daisy But look out man she's crazy She'll really do you in If you let her get under your skin
Measles make you mumpy And mumps will make you lumpy And chicken pox will make you Jump and switch A common cold will fool you And whooping cough can cool ya But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch
Your gonna need an ocean Of calamine lotion You'll be scratching like a hound The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy Late at night while you're sleeping Poison Ivy comes creeping around
Measles make you mumpy And mumps will make you lumpy And chicken pox will make you Jump and switch A common cold will fool you And whooping cough can cool ya But Poison Ivy lord will make you itch
Your gonna need an ocean Of calamine lotion You'll be scratching like a hound The minute you start to mess around
Poison Ivy Poison Ivy Late at night while you're sleeping Poison Ivy comes creeping around
Poison Heart Composer(s): Dee Dee Ramone; Daniel Rey Performer(s): The Ramones; and various other artists
No one ever thought this one would survive Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind Lock you in a dream, never let you go Never let you laugh or smile, not you.
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart
Making friends with a homeless torn up man He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up There's danger on every corner but I'm okay Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah!
You know that life really takes its toll And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul So much damn confusion before my eyes But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives
I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart Well, I just want to walk right out of this world 'Cause everybody has a poison heart a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart
Smoking Gun Composer(s): D. Amy; Richard Cousins; Robert Cray Performer(s): Robert Cray
I get a constant busy signal when I call you on the phone I get a strong uneasy feeling you're not sitting there alone I'm having nasty nasty visions and baby you're in every one, yeah And I'm so afraid I'm gonna find you with a still hot, smokin gun
Maybe you want to end it, you've had your fill of my kind of fun But you don't know how to tell me and you know that I'm not that dumb I put two and one together and you know that's not an even sum And I know just where to find you with a still hot, smokin gun
I'm standing here bewildered, I can't remember just what I've done I can hear the sirens whining, my eyes blinded by the sun I know that I should be running, my heart's beating just like a drum Now they've knocked me down and taken it, that still hot, smokin gun
Yeah still hot, smokin gun Yes they've taken it Still hot, smokin gun Oh they've taken it Still hot, smokin gun Knocked me down, taken it
Smokin' In The Boys' Room Composer(s): Michael Koda; Michael Lutz First release by: Brownsville Station - 1973
How you doin' out there? Ya ever seem to have one of those days Where it just seems like everybody's gettin' on your case? From your teacher all the way down to your best girlfriend? Well, ya know, I used to have 'em just about all the time But I found a way to get out of 'em Let me tell you about it!
Sitting in the classroom, thinking it's a drag Listening to the teacher rap, just ain't my bag The noon bells rings, you know that's my cue I'm gonna meet the boys on floor number two!
Smokin' in the boys' room Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
Checkin' out the halls, makin' sure the coast is clear Lookin' in the stalls, "No, there ain't nobody here!" Oh, my buddy Fang, and me and Paul To get caught would surely be the death of us all
Smokin' in the boys' room Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
All right! Oh, put me to work, in the school book store Check out counter and I got bored Teacher was lookin' for me all around Two hours later, you know where I was found
Smokin' in the boys' room (Yes indeed, I was) Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, don't you fill me up with your rules But everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school
One mo'! Smokin' in the boys' room Oh, smokin' in the boys' room Smokin' in the boys' room Smokin' in the boys' room Now, teacher, I am fully aware of the rules And everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school!
Point Me In The Direction Of Albuquerque Composer(s): Tony Romeo Performer(s): The Partridge Family
Window walkin' downtown, feelin' mighty good and I noticed from the corner how all alone she stood Underneath the lamplight, an angel in disguise Lonely little runaway with teardrops in her eyes
Crazy little ragdoll, her hair was wild and tossed and I put my arm around her, 'cause I knew that she was lost She didn't seem to notice that anyone was near 'till suddenly she turned to me and whispered in my ear
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I want to go home, and help me get home Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I need to get home, need to get home
Showed me a ticket for a Greyhound bus, her head was lost in time She didn't know who or where she was "And anyone that helps me is a real good friend of mine" Real good friend of mine
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque And help me get home, help me get home
Walked her to the station and kissed away the tears Knowing I'd remember through all the coming years Ragdoll on that Greyhound who waved with all her might Weeped against the window as the bus rolled out of sight
Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I want to go home, and help me get home Point me in the direction of Albuquerque I need to get home, need to get home
Une Petite Française Composer(s): J. Albertini; O. Toussaint; P. de Senneville Performer(s): Michèle Torr - 1977
Je n'suis pas Marilyn Je n'aime pas la nuit Et dans les magazines Je ne lis pas ma vie Je suis une provinciale Je n'ai pas lu Pascal J'ai une vie normale C'est presque original
Une petite française Née en Provence Quand elle avait quinze ans Vint à Paris Épousa la chanson Ne changea pas son nom Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui Une petite française Née en Provence Loin de ses jeux d'enfants S'était enfuie A-t-elle eu bien raison De quitter sa maison Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui
Je n'suis pas une idole Qu'on aime et qu'on détruit Je vis mes années folles Toujours loin de Paris Et sans avoir de Rolls Il n'y a pas mieux je crois Quand je vois quelques gosses Qui jouent autour de moi
Une petite française Née en Provence Quand elle avait quinze ans Vint à Paris Épousa la chanson Ne changea pas son nom Et la voilà devant vous aujourd'hui Une petite française Née en Provence Loin de ses jeux d'enfants S'était enfuie A-t-elle eu bien raison De quitter sa maison Pour se trouver devant vous aujourd'hui
Point Blank Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen
Do you still say your prayers little darlin' do you go to bed at night Prayin' that tomorrow, everything will be alright But tommorow's fall in number in number one by one You wake up and you're dying you don't even know what from
Well they shot you point blank you been shot in the back Baby point blank you been fooled this time little girl that's a fact Right between the eyes, baby, point blank right between the pretty lies that they tell Little girl you fell
You grew up where young girls they grow up fast You took what you were handed and left behind what was asked but what they asked baby wasn't right you didn't have to live that life I was gonna be your Romeo you were gonna be my Juliet These days you don't wait on Romeo's you wait on that welfare check and on all the pretty things that you can't ever have and on all the promises
That always end up point blank, shot between the eyes Point blank like little white lies you tell to ease the pain You're walkin' in the sights, girl of point blank and it's one false move and baby the lights go out
Once I dreamed we were together again baby you and me Back home in those old clubs the way we used to be We were standin' at the bar it was hard to hear The band was playin' loud and you were shoutin' somethin' in my ear You pulled my jacket off and as the drummer counted four You grabbed my hand and pulled me out on the floor You just stood there and held me, then you started dancin' slow And as I pulled you tighter I swore I'd never let you go
Well I saw you last night down on the avenue Your face was in the shadows but I knew that it was you You were standin' in the doorway out of the rain You didn't answer when I called out your name You just turned, and then you looked away like just another stranger waitin' to get blown away
Point blank, right between the eyes Point blank, right between the pretty lies you fell Point blank, shot right through the heart
Yea point blank, you've been twisted up till you've become just another part of it Point blank, you're walkin' in the sights Point blank, livin' one false move just one false move away Point blank, they caught you in their sights Point blank, did you forget how to love girl, did you forget how to fight Point blank they must have shot you in the head 'Cause point blank bang bang baby you're dead
Smokin' Composer(s): Bradley Delp; Tom Scholz Performer(s): Boston
We're gonna play you a song, a little bit of rock and roll You've gotta let yourself go, the band's gonna take control We're getting' high today We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
Smokin' Smokin' We're cookin' tonight just keep on tokin' Smokin' Smokin' I feel alright mama I'm not jokin'
Get your feet to the floor everybody rock and roll You've got nothing' to lose it's just rhythm and blues that's all You're gonna feel okay We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight
Smokin' Smokin' We're cookin' tonight just keep on tokin' Smokin' Smokin' I feel alright mama I'm not jokin'
Everyone's jumpin', dancin' to a boogie tonight Clap you hands, move your feet, if you don't know it won't see right We're getting' high today We'll pick you up and take you away, get down tonight Yea you know we're getting high today We'll pick you up and take you way get down tonight...Alright!
Point Composer(s): Françoise Hardy Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Point Je n'en ai qu'un C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien Mal en point Et il me tient Fort comme un point Faible sait faire à ce point C'est un point pas acquis Un point noir dans ma vie Jamais un point d'appuis Point Pour faire le point J'essaie de l'interroger plus ou moins C'est en vain De point en point Je tourne en rond Point d'interrogation Point sensible qui fait mal Et pourtant point vital Et peut-être point final Point Je n'en ai qu'un C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien Mal en point Et il me tient Fort comme un point Faible sait faire à ce point Point Je n'en ai qu'un C'est ce qui m'inqiète car il me met bien...
It's Nice To Be In Love Again First performance by: The Swarbriggs Plus Two - 1977
The sweetest thrill is knowing you're wanted Never thought I'd feel it again So long ago I almost forgot it It's coming back like and old refrain It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when You say hello and you know it's love It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when You meet your girl and the world stands still Your heart is filled with sweet melody It's nice to be in love again The sweetest thrill, I couldn't believe it I hadn't even a friend This heart of mine was thinking of leaving Until you came walking 'round that bend It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when you say hello And you know it's love It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when You meet your girl and the world stands still Your heart is filled with sweet melody It's nice to be in love again It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when You meet your girl and the world stands still Your heart is filled with sweet melody It's nice to be in love again It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when you say hello
Poinciana (Song Of The Tree) (Adapted from: La Canción Del Árbol - 1936) Composer(s): Nat Simon; Buddy Bernier; Manuel Lliso Performer(s): Kay Kyser and various other artists
Blow Tropic wind, sing a song to the trees Trees sigh to me, soon my love I will see
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love Pale moon is casting shadows from above
Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat Within me there grows a rhythmic savage beat
Love is ev'rywhere, its magic perfume fills the air To and fro you sway, my heart's in time, I've learned to care
Poinciana, though skies may turn from blue to gray My love will live forever and a day
Poinciana, from now until the dawning day I'll learn to love forever, come what may
Smokey Put The Sweat On Me Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson; Lee Hazlewood
Ive known some women in every state New york city to the golden gate Ive lived with some, and buddy, I loved em all (yes, I did) But no one woman had a claim on me cause I still had a lotta world to see And I sometimes stagger, but sugar, I seldom fall
Then like a hungry man, I went to louisiana Where the lovin and the livin was good Without a care to hide and just as satisfied as I could be A lotta women and wine and not a tie to bind me And behaving just as cool as I could til that long legged, sweet walkin ravenhaired cajun lookin Devil put the sweat on me
They call her smokey, shes a little bit-a evil Smokey, right as wrong can be Smokey, she could shake the very devil Smokey put the sweat on me
Oh, my pulse is a beatin to the clickety clack Of this one-way ride thats gonna take me back And my bodys just a-breathin in that mississippi river smell Well, my feet wasnt ready yet for settling down But my soul kept tellin me to turn around And the longer I tried to fight it, the harder I fell
And like a hungry man, I went to louisiana Where the lovin and the livin is good Ill get a brand new bride and be as satisfied as I can be And I wont even mind the world Im leavin behind Because I never really thought that I could til that long legged, sweet walkin ravenhaired cajun looking devil Put the sweat on me
They call her smokey, shes a little bit-a evil Smokey, right as wrong can be Smokey, she could shake the very devil Smokey put the sweat on me Smokey put the sweat on me Awww, smokey put the sweat on me
Poi Passa ((English & French Versions: I'll Be There (by Charles Aznavour); Ça Passe (by Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz - Bob Raggio Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Poi passa, il male un giorno sparira' Poi passa, il cuore poi cancellera' La farsa e smettero' la corsa Di vivere per te, morire dietro a te Poi passa E l'ora in cui non saro' piu' comparsa Risaliro' fin dove tu scomparsa Sarai soltanto assente ed io di nuovo amante Poi passa Col fiato in gola prendero' la corsa Di strade grandi che non so' E allora, ancora io ripetero' Ti amo, ti amo...
Poi passa Pian piano il fuoco brucia ma si abbassa Col tempo non sarai che un po' di tosse Che a vino caldo e amore so' Che passa, poi passa, poi passa E allora ancora io ripetero' Ti amo, ti amo...
Ancora io ripetero' Ti amo, ti amo Poi passa Col fiato in gola prendero' la corsa Di strade grandi che non so' E allora, ancora lo ripetero' Ti amo, Ti amo ...
Der Star First performance by: Tony Marshall - 1976
Du kennst sein Gesicht, seinen Namen Den Geburtstag weißt du im Schlaf Sein Bild hängt in deinem Zimmer Er Iächelt zu dir herab Jetzt sitzt du in dem Konzertsaal Auf der Bühne dort steht der Mann Von dem du so oft geträumt hast Und das Licht geht für ihn an
Wunderbar, wunderbar Wunderbar singt er seine Lieder Nur für dich so scheint es dir Und du hörst sie immer wieder Wunderbar, wunderbar Wunderbar sind all seine Lieder Noch einmal erklingt die Musik Du schaust ihn an und singst leise mit
Er ist kein Held und kein König Kein Bettler und kein Scharlatan Von allem ist er nur ein wenig Drum bist du in seinem Bann Ins Publikum wirft er die Blumen Es klatscht und jubelt ihm zu Eine Rose hältst du in den Händen Ud fühlst dich mit ihm per du
Wunderbar, wunderbar Wunderbar singt er seine Lieder Nur für dich so scheint es dir Und du hörst sie immer wieder Wunderbar, wunderbar Wunderbar sind all seine Lieder Noch einmal erklingt die Musik Du schaust ihn an und singst leise mit
Aber nichts weißt du von seinem Herzen Und du glaubst alles ist wunderbar Denn du siehst ihn nur im Glanz der Bühne Und dort ist er und bleibt er der Star - der Star
Poetry Man Composer(s): Phoebe Snow Performer(s): Phoebe Snow; and various other artists
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah Ooh yeah
You make me laugh 'Cause your eyes they light the night They look right through me, la la la la You bashful boy You're hiding something sweet Please give it to me yeah, to me
Oh-oh, talk to me some more You don't have to go You're the Poetry Man You make things all rhyme, yeah-yeah
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah Ooh yeah
You are a genie And all I ask for is your smile Each time I rub a lamp, la la la la When I am with you I have a giggling teen-age crush Then I'm a-a sultry vamp, yeah, a sultry vamp
Woah-oh, talk to me some more You don't have to go 'Cause you're the Poetry Man You make things all right, yeah-yeah
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah Ooh yeah
Talk to me some more You don't have to go You're the Poetry Man And you make things all right
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah Ooh yeah
So once again It's time to say so long And so recall the law of life, la la la la You're goin' home now Oh, home's that place somewhere you go each day To see your wife, yeah-yeah-yeah, to see your wife
Woah-oh, talk to me some more You know that you don't have to go You're the Poetry Man You make things all rhyme, yeah
Woah-oh, talk to me some more You know that you don't have to go You're the Poetry Man You make things all right
Smokey Places Composer(s): Abner Spector Performer(s): The Corsairs
Meeting in smokey places Hiding in shadowy corners Dancing where no one knows our faces Sharing love stolen in the night In smokey places
Oh oh how I cried On your wedding day Like, like my heart would break How you regret your wedding day Now paying for your bad mistake
Mmmmmm Meeting in smokey places Hiding in shadowy corners Oh we are dancing where no one knows our faces Sharing love stolen in the night In smokey places
Some sunny day He will set you free Free to be my life Some sunny day Sweetheart, he'll set you free We'll be, we'll be satified
Meeting in smokey places Hiding in shadowy corners We just keep dancing where no one knows our faces Sharing love stolen in the night In smokey places
