Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Ren Je Rot Voor Je Leven (Adapted from: Si Tu Aimes Ma Musique - 1982) Composer(s): Ronny Brack - Bob Baelemans - Fred Beekmans Performer(s): M-Kids - 2002
soms is't net of je leven echt geen cent meer waard is je kijkt links en rechts 't lijkt alsof het oorlog in je straat is 'k vraag me af of dadt iets van tijdelijke aard is ga ik straks naar bed droom ik dat het morgen weer voorbij is
als je een auto ziet komen blijf daar dan niet staan loop zo gauw je hem ziet of je haalt je 18 niet ren je rot voor je leven of 't is zo voorbij loop zo hard je kan of je krijgt ervan
duik vlug weg als er weer zo'n auto aan komt scheuren 't is geluk of pech kruis je vingers 't zal je maar gebeuren haast en spoed is niet goed dat heb ik moeten leren maar zij zijn een deugd hoe moet je je anders nog verweren
als je een auto ziet komen blijf daar dan niet staan loop zo gauw je hem ziet of je haalt je 18 niet ren je rot voor je leven of 't is zo voorbij loop zo hard je kan of je krijgt ervan
Pretty Shitty Days (aka My Young And Troubled Days) French Title: Mes Emmerdes Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Those were the days, hungry days, needing more, having less I learned the game, wanting fame, and success I left behind, as I climbed, as I raced against time My old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days
Those early years, selfish years, full of me, full of schemes A foolish mind, running blind, chasing dreams The bridges burned, bridges crossed, were the way that I lost My old pals, my sweet gals, and my pretty shitty days
Crazy times I shared with all my pals Burning love I made with all my gals And the shitty days I now recall Never could have been really so heavy at all
I'm very proud, proud of myself Hah, and why not, why not, I've done well Got my health, my wealth, what the hell Known by all, life is bliss, but inside I still miss My pals, my gals, my pretty shitty days
All the careless days of fooling 'round Weighing up the balance I have found That those shitty days I now recall Never could have been really so heavy at all
Those were the days, crazy days, crazy ways, gay parade The times we crashed, getting smashed, getting laid We had the steam, had a ball, had a dream, had it all My old pals, my sweet gals, and those pretty shitty days
Oh yes, ah yes, I remember, it was absolutely marvelous Fantastic, with my, my pals, my beautiful gals And those pretty shitty days
E ti diranno parole rosse come il sangue, nere come la notte ma non è vero, ragazzo, che la ragione sta sempre col più forte io conosco poeti che spostano i fiumi con il pensiero e naviganti infiniti che sanno parlare con il cielo
Chiudi gli occhi, ragazzo, e credi solo a quel che vedi dentro stringi i pugni, ragazzo, non lasciargliela vinta neanche un momento copri l'amore, ragazzo, ma non nasconderlo sotto il mantello a volte passa qualcuno, a volte c'è qualcuno che deve vederlo
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna quando sale il vento nelle vie del cuore quando un uomo vive per le sue parole o non vive più sogna, ragazzo, sogna, non lasciarlo solo contro questo mondo non lasciarlo andare, sogna fino in fondo, fallo pure tu ...
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna quando cala il vento ma non è finita quando muore un uomo per la stessa vita che sognavi tu sogna, ragazzo, sogna, non cambiare un verso della tua canzone non lasciare un treno fermo alla stazione, non fermarti tu ...
Lasciali dire che al mondo quelli come te perderanno sempre perchè hai già vinto, lo giuro, e non ti possono fare più niente passa ogni tanto la mano su un viso di donna, passaci le dita nessun regno è più grande di questa piccola cosa che è la vita
E la vita è così forte che attraversa i muri per farsi vedere la vita è così vera che sembra impossibile doverla lasciare la vita è così grande che quando sarai sul punto di morire pianterai un ulivo, convinto ancora di vederlo fiorire
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna, quando lei si volta, quando lei non torna quando il solo passo che fermava il cuore non lo senti più sogna, ragazzo, sogna, passeranno i giorni, passerà l'amore passeran le notti, finirà il dolore, sarai sempre tu
Sogna, ragazzo, sogna, piccolo ragazzo nella mia memoria tante volte tanti dentro questa storia: non vi conto più sogna, ragazzo, sogna, ti ho lasciato un foglio sulla scrivania manca solo un verso a quella poesia, puoi finirla tu
Pretty Saro (Traditional) Performer(s): Judy Collins; and various other artists
Down in some lone valley In a lonesome place Where the wild birds do whistle And their notes do increase Farewell pretty Saro I bid you adieu But I'll dream of pretty Saro Wherever I go
My love, she won't have me So I understand She wants a freeholder Who owns house and land I cannot maintain her With silver and gold Nor buy all the fine things That a big house can hold
If I were a merchant And could write a fine hand I'd write my love a letter That she'd understand I'd write it by the river Where the waters o'er- flow And I'll dream of pretty Saro Wherever I go
Sonntag Composer(s): Michael Mell - Rudolf Leve First performance by: Mess - 1982
Heut' ist Sonntag, ein kleiner Sonntag Ein feiner Sonntag, so könnt' es immer bleiben Jeden Sonntag vergeht der Sonntag Wie immer, viel zu schnell
Jeden Sonntag bin ich alleine Bei mir zu Hause auf meiner kleinen Insel Und am Sonntag fühl' ich mich immer Wie Freitag und Robinson
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Sonnensonntag ob Regensonntag An jedem Sonntag fühl' ich mich wunderbar Denn Sonntagmorgen bis Sonntagabend Lieg' ich in meinem Himmelbett
Jeder Sonntag beginnt mit Montag Wird schön am Mittwoch Und dauert dann bis Freitag Und der Samstag ist fast schon Sonntag Da geht's erst richtig los
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Whoa... Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag Jeden Sonntag freu' ich mich schon auf den nächsten Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Hat so etwas Schönes an sich
Am Sonntag brauche ich ein wenig Zeit für mich Ein bißchen Ruhe nur, keine Hast, keine Uhr
Whoa... Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag Jeden Sonntag freu' ich mich schon auf den nächsten Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Hat so etwas Schönes an sich
Sonntag, ich mag Sonntag Schon die ganze Woche, da wart' ich auf Sonntag Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung Sonntag, so ein Sonnentag Bringt mich wieder richtig in Schwung
Pretty Polly Perkins Of Paddington Green Composer(s): Harry Clifton Performer(s): Harry Clifton
I am a broken-hearted milkman, in grief I'm arrayed Through keeping of the company of a young servant maid Who lived on board and wages, the house to keep clean In a gentleman's family near Paddington Green
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
She'd an ankle like an antelope and a step like a deer A voice like a blackbird, so mellow and clear Her hair hung in ringlets so beautiful and long I thought that she loved me but I found I was wrong
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
When I'd rattle in the morning and cry "Milk below" At the sound of my milk cans her face she did show With a smile upon her countenance and a laugh in her eye If I'd thought that she loved me I'd have laid down to die
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
When I asked her to marry me, she said "Oh what stuff" And told me to drop it, for she'd had quite enough Of my nonsense... At the same time, I'd been very kind But to marry a milkman she didn't feel inclined
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
"The man that has me must have silver and gold A chariot to ride in and be handsome and bold His hair must be curly as any watch-spring, And his whiskers as big as a brush for clothing"
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
The words that she uttered went straight through my heart I sobbed and I sighed, and I straight did depart With a tear on my eyelid as big as a bean I bid farewell to Polly and to Paddington Green
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
In six months she married, this hard-hearted girl But it was not a Wi-count, and it was not a Nearl It was not a Baronite, but a shade or two wuss It was a bow-legged conductor of a tuppenny bus
She was as beautiful as a butterfly and proud as a Queen Was pretty little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green
Soft-Sell Conclusion Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): The Mothers of Invention
A lot of people don't bother about their friends in the vegetable kingdom They think: Oh, ah, what can I say? What can a person like myself say to a vegetable? But the answer is simple, my friends Just call, and tell them how you feel about muffins...pumpkins...wax paper... Caledonia, Mahoganies, elbows ...green things in general... and soon, a new rapport...you and your new little green and yellow buddies, grooving together... Oh, no! Maintaining your coolness together! Worshipping together in the church of your choice...(only in America...)
Call any vegetable Call it by name Aw, you gotta call one today When you get off the train
Call any vegetable And the chances are good Wow! That the vegetable will *Respond* to you
Oh, no! Can you see them responding? The pumpkin is breathing hard...h-h-h-h H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h - H - Hhhhhhhhhhhh! (What a pumpkin!)
Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with me Polly, Pretty Polly, come go long with me Before we get married, some pleasure to see
She jumped up behind him and away they did ride She jumped up behind him, away they did go Over the mountains, and valleys so low
Oh Willie, oh Willie, Im a feared for my life Oh Willie, oh Willie, Im a feared for my life Im afraid you mean to murder me, and leave me behind..
Pretty Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed about right Polly, Pretty Polly, you guessed about right Ive been diggin your grave, for the best part of last night
She knelt down before him, pleading for her life She knelt down before him, pleading for her life Let me be a single girl, if I can't be your wife..
He stabbed her to the heart, and her heart blood did flow He stabbed her to the heart, and her heart blood did flow And into the grave, Pretty Polly did go
He through a little dirt on her and started for home He through a little dirt over her and started for home Leaving nobody there, but the wild birds to moan..
A debt to the devil, Willie must pay A debt to the devil, Willie must pay For killing Pretty Polly And running, and running, and running, and running away
Dag Efter Dag Composer(s): Monica Forsberg - Lasse Holm First performance by: Chips - 1982
Nu är det nå't stort på gång Ja, snart ska nånting hända Ingenting kan ändra det Och nu är det för sent att vända Lika bra att det är sagt För du har ändå märkt det Hur som helst, så känns det helt okej Det är nånting som jag vill säga dig
Dag efter dag Gång på gång var jag på väg Dag efter dag Gång på gång, tog steg för steg Men nu var det nå't som sa mig Whoa, whoa, whoa, vill ha dig Så ska det va Du och jag Dag efter dag
Satsar allt på samma kort Har inget att förlora Säger vad jag känner nu Och inga ord kan bli för stora Sen den dag jag såg dig här Förstod jag vad jag saknat Hör nu på, ja lyssna nu på mig Det är nånting som jag vill säga dig
Dag efter dag Gång på gång var jag på väg Dag efter dag Gång på gång, tog steg för steg Men nu var det nå't som sa mig Whoa, whoa, whoa, vill ha dig Så ska det va Du och jag Dag efter dag
Jag hörde nånting inom mig Whoa, whoa, whoa, vill ha dig Så ska det va Du och jag Dag efter dag Du och jag Dag efter dag Dag efter dag
Pretty Paper
Composer(s): Willie Nelson
First release by: Roy Orbison - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
(The pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue)
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue Wrap your presents to your darling from you Pretty pencils to write I love you Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Crowded street, busy feet hustle by him Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh There he sits all alone on the sidewalk Hoping that you wont pass him by
Should you stop?, better not, much too busy Youre in a hurry, my how time does fly In the distance the ringing of laughter And in the midst of the laughter he cries
Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue Wrap your presents to your darling from you Pretty pencils to write I love you Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue
Softly, Softly Composer(s): Eddy Grant Performer(s): The Equals
I love Jenny - Jenny loves me I'm in trouble as you will see I went to see Lucy (Lucy) This morning at half past three (Whoopie) The floorboard started to squeak Softly softly softly softly softly (Hey hey hey) Hold on Baby I'm coming
I'm in trouble - Trouble loves me Great confusion Lord help me! Beginning of the end for me (Whoopie) And I didn't even kiss Lucy (Lucy) But Jenny was so moisy Softly softly softly softly softly (Hey hey hey) Hold on Baby I'm coming
I said I love Jenny - Jenny loves me I'm in trouble as you will see I went to see Lucy (Lucy) This morning at half past three (Whoopie) The floorboard started to squeak Softly softly softly ...
Pretty Maids All In Row Composer(s): Joe Walsh; Joe Vitale Performer(s): Eagles; Dark One Lite
Hi there How are 'ya? It's been a long time Seems like we've come a long way My, but we learn so slow and heroes, they come and they go and leave us behind as if we're s'pposed to know why Why do we give up our hearts to the past? and why must we grow up so fast?
And all you wishing well fools with your fortunes someone should send you a rose with love from a friend It's nice to here from you again And the storybook comes to a close Gone are the ribbons and bows Things to remember places to go Pretty Maids all in a Row Oh, oh oh, oh......
Pretty Maid Milking A Cow (aka It Was On A Fine Summer's Morning) Composer(s): Caelin Deas; Thomas Moore
It was on a fine summer's morning When the birds sweetly tuned on each bough I heard a fair maid sing most charming As she sat a-milking her cow Her voice, it was chanting melodious She left me scarce able to go My heart it is soothed in solace My Cailín deas crúite na mbó
With courtesy I did salute her "Good-morrow, most amiable maid I'm your captive slave for the future" "Kind sir, do not banter," she said "I'm not such a precious rare jewel That I should enamour you so I am but a plain country girl" Says Cailín deas crúite na mbó
"The Indies afford no such jewel So precious and transparently fair Oh! do not to my flame add fuel But consent for to love me, my dear Take pity and grant my desire And leave me no longer in woe Oh! love me or else I'll expire Sweet Cailín deas crúite na mbó"
"Or had I the wealth of great Damer Or all on the African shore Or had I great Devonshire treasure Or had I ten thousand times more Or had I the lamp of Alladin Or had I his genie also I'd rather live poor on a mountain With Cailín deas crúite na mbó"
"I beg you'll withdraw and don't tease me I cannot consent unto thee I like to live single and airy Till more of the world I do see New cares they would me embarrass Besides, sir, my fortune is low Until I get rich I'll not marry" Says Cailín deas crúite na mbó
"An old maid is like an old almanack Quite useless when once out of date If her ware is not sold in the morning At noon it must fall to low rate The fragrance of May is soon over The rose loses its beauty, you know All bloom is consumed in October Sweet Cailín deas crúite na mbó"
"A young maid is like a ship sailing There's no knowing how long she may steer For with every blast she's in danger Oh! consent, love, and banish all care For riches I care not a farthing Your affection I want and no more In comfort I'd wish to enjoy you My Cailín deas crúite na mbó.."
Softly, As In A Morning Sunrise
Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II; Sigmund Romberg
First performance: William O'Neal - 1928
Covered by multiple other artists
Love came to me
Gay and tender
Love came to me
Sweet surrender
Love came to me
In bright romantic splendor
Fickle was she
Faithful never
Fickle was she
And clever
So will it be forever forever
Softly, as in a morning sunrise
The light of love comes stealing
Into a new born day -- oh
Flaming with all the glow of sunrise
A burning kiss is sealing
The vow that all betray
For the passions that thrill love
And lift you high to heaven
Are the passions that kill love
And let you fall to hell
So ends the story
Softly, as in an evening sunset
The light that gave you glory
Will take it all away
Pretty Little Black Eyed Susie Composer(s): Kathleen Twomey; Fred Wise; Benjamin Weisman Performer(s): Guy Mitchell
I love the sea, I love the navy Love my biscuits soaked in gravy But pretty little black eyed Susie But pretty little black eyed Susie Cross my heart I love ya best of all
I love the hills, I love the prairie I love Jane, and I love Mary But pretty little black eyed Susie But pretty little black eyed Susie Cross my heart I love ya best of all
I'm as happy as a king Got the world upon a string Can't ask for more I'm right at heaven's door
Ooooh! I used to do a lot of teasin' Changed my gals with ev'ry season But pretty little black eyed Susie But pretty little black eyed Susie Pretty little black eyed Susie I love you
I love my pipe, I love tomaters I love candied sweet pertaters But pretty little black eyed Susie But pretty little black eyed Susie Cross my heart I love ya best of all
Oh! I love the trees, I love the flowers Love to walk through April showers But pretty little black eyed Susie But pretty little black eyed Susie Cross my heart I love ya best of all
Used to say I'd never wed Those were foolish words I said `cos now I see That you were meant for me
Ooooh! I used to be a guy who gambled I had wand'rin' shoes that rambled But pretty little black eyed Susie But pretty little black eyed Susie Cross my heart my rambl'in' days are through Pretty little black eyed Susie I love you My pretty little black eyed Susie I love you
Amour On T'aime Composer(s): Alain Morisod - Pierre Alain First performance by: Arlette Zola - 1982
Love we love you On peut traverser la mer, voler autour de la Terre Courir l'aventure, chercher de l'or On peut quitter sa patrie Refaire son nez et sa vie Il nous faut l'amour d'abord
Amour, on t'aime, mieux que nous-mêmes Mieux que l'argent, la politique et les chansons Et quand bien même tu nous enchaînes On a l'cur qui bat comme les ailes d'un papillon
On peut croire au fantastique Avoir des goûts éclectiques Penser Rossini ou Travolta On peut faire de la vitesse, du yoga ou du business Sans amour, ce n'est pas ça
Amour, on t'aime, malgré nous-mêmes Tu nous balances comme des voiliers aux quatre vents Et quand bien même, tu tiens les rênes On se sent libre et l'on plane comme des goélands
Amour, on t'aime, malgré nous-mêmes Tu nous entraînes comme des poissons dans l'océan Pourtant on aime, comme tu nous mènes C'est un peu fou, mais on ne peut vivre autrement
Amour, on t'aime, mieux que nous-mêmes Mieux que l'argent, la politique et les chansons Amour, on t'aime, amour en s'aime On a les yeux tout pleins de rire et de lampions On a l'cur qui bat comme les ailes d'un papillon
Pretty Little Angel Eyes Composer(s): Curtis Lee; Tommy Boyce Performer(s): Curtis Lee
Pretty little angel eyes Pretty little angel eyes Pretty little angel, pretty little angel Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little angel (Ba-bom) ooooo-oo, ooooo-oo (ha-ha-ha-ha) Ooooo-oo, pretty, pretty, pretty little angel eyes...
Angel eyes, I really love you so Angel eyes, I'll never let you go Because I love you, my darlin' angel eyes (Pretty, pretty, pretty little angel eyes)
Angel eyes, you are so good to me And when I'm in your arms you be so heavenly You know I love you, my darlin' angel eyes (Angel eyes, bom-bom-bom-bom)
I know you were sent from heaven a-bo-ove You rule my life with your wonderful lo-ove I know we'll be hap-py For e-ter-ni-ty 'Cause I know-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow That our love is really real
Angel eyes, I really love you so Angel eyes, I'll never let you go Because I love you, my darlin' angel eyes, angel eyes
Pretty little angel eyes Pretty little angel eyes Pretty little angel, pretty little angel Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little angel
(Pretty, pretty, pretty) (Angel eyes) Angel eyes, I really love you so Angel eyes, I'll never let you go Because I love you My darlin' angel eyes (Pretty, pretty, pretty little angel eyes) Oooooo-oo, oooooo-oo (ha-ha-ha-ha) Oooooo-oo, oo, oo, oooooo Oo-oo-oo-oo ...
