Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Habanera Composer(s): Nicolas Peyrac Performer(s): Nicolas Peyrac
Il va falloir que je me lève Que je brise le sortilège Qui m'enveloppe tout à coup Je ne suis plus bon qu'aux kermesses Qu'au bal de la tendre fesse Les gens ne m'aiment plus beaucoup C'était un accordéon triste Qui rêvait d'être concertiste Il ruminait dans les coulisses D'un bal pour touristes égarés Egarés
L'accordéon rêvait qu'un jour Il s'offrirait le grand amour Il s'habillerait de velours Elle serait vêtue de soie S'appellerait Habanera S'en serait venue faire un tour Là sur les rives de Paris Elle viendrait vivre sa vie Réapprendre un peu la folie La folie
Il va falloir que je m'exile Que je cherche le bidonville Où je la croisais quelquefois Il va falloir que je retrouve La couleur du ciel un peu rouge De l'Argentine d'autrefois C'était un accordéon triste Qui rêvait d'être concertiste Il ruminait dans les coulisses D'un bal pour touristes égarés Egarés
L'accordéon rêvait qu'un jour Il s'offrirait le grand amour Il s'habillerait de velours Elle serait vêtue de soie S'appellerait habanera S'en serait venue faire un tour Là sur les rives de Paris Elle viendrait vivre sa vie Réapprendre un peu la folie La folie
Qu'est-ce que je fous dans ce baloche Avec ce dingue qui s'accroche A mon clavier comme un noyé Je voudrais bien refaire le monde Lui montrer qu'à chaque seconde Cette musique peut chanter C'était un accordéon tendre Qui rêvait qu'un jour la légende De l'amour viendrait le surprendre Loin de ces touristes paumés Paumés
Mais l'accordéon un beau jour A rencontré le grand amour Il s'est habillé de velours Elle s'était vêtue de soie Se prénommait Habanera S'en était venue faire un tour Là sur les rives de Paris Elle voulait vivre sa vie Qu'on lui dise tu es jolie Il lui dit
Mais l'accordéon un beau jour A rencontré le grand amour Il s'est habillé de velours Elle s'était vêtue de soie Se prénommait Habanera S'en était venue faire un tour Là sur les rives de Paris Elle voulait vivre sa vie Qu'on lui dise tu es jolie Il lui dit
Puttin' On The Style Composer(s): George P. Wright; Norman Cazden Performer(s): Lonnie Donegan; and various other artists
Sweet sixteen goes to church just to see the boys Laughs and screams and giggles at every little noise Turns her face a little, and turns her head awhile But everybody knows she's only putting on the style
She's putting on the agony, putting on the style That's what all the young folks are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks putting on the style
Well the young man in the hot rod car, driving like he's mad In a pair of yellow gloves he's borrowed from his dad He makes it roar so lively just to make his girlfriend smile But she knows he's only putting on the style
He's putting on the agony, putting on the style That's what all the young folks are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks putting on the style
Preacher in the pulpit, roars with all his might Sings Glory Hallelujah, puts the folks all in a fright Now you might think it's Satan coming down the aisle But it's only our poor preacher boys putting on the style
Putting on the agony, putting on the style That's what all the young folks are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks putting on the style
Putting on the agony, putting on the style That's what all the young folks are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks putting on the style
Putting on the agony, putting on the style That's what all the young folks are doing all the while And as I look around me I sometimes have to smile Seeing all the young folks putting on the style
Pia Prosefhi Composer(s): Antonis Pappas - Nikos Terzis First performance by: Elina Konstantopoulou - 1995
Ke gar evulodo miane ti yin taftin Mi yignoskodes tin ivrin, in epiun...
Iha mia periusia, ti gatahrastikane Kanan ierosilia ki ute pu drapikane Ti istoria tis zois mu the skeftikane
Pia prosefhi ego na kano yia ta krimata tus Pia prosefhi boro na po yia na sothun Stazo krasi yia na xeplino t' amartimata tus Pia prosefhi na po yi' aftus, pu me ponun
Na mu parune to throno kaphi prospathisane En' asteri iha mono ke to apetisane To poso adexa sto hrono agnoisane
Pia prosefhi ego na kano yia ta krimata tus Pia prosefhi boro na po yia na sothun Stazo krasi yia na xeplino t' amartimata tus Pia prosefhi na po yi' aftus, pu me ponun
Pia prosefhi ego na kano yia ta krimata tus Pia prosefhi boro na po yia na sothun Stazo krasi yia na xeplino t' amartimata tus Pia prosefhi na po yi' aftus, pu me ponun
Sono Solo Canzonette Composer(s): Edoardo Bennato First release by: Edoardo Bennato - 1980
Mi ricordo che anni fa di sfuggita dentro un bar ho sentito un juke-box che suonava e nei sogni di bambino la chitarra era una spada e chi non ci credeva era un pirata! ... e la voglia di cantare e la voglia di volare forse mi è venuta proprio allora forse è stata una pazzia però è l'unica maniera di dire sempre quello che mi va! Non potrò mai diventare direttore generale delle poste e delle ferrovie non potrò mai far carriera nel giornale della sera anche perché finirei in galera! ... mai nessuno mi darà il suo voto per parlare o per decidere del suo futuro nella mia categoria tutta gente poco seria di cui non ci si può fidare!... Guarda invece che scienziati che dottori, che avvocati che folla di ministri e deputati! Pensa che in questo momento proprio mentre io sto cantando stanno seriamente lavorando! ... per i dubbi e le domande che ti assillano la mente va da loro e non ti preoccupare sono a tua disposizione e sempre, senza esitazione loro ti risponderanno!... ... io di risposte non ne ho! io faccio solo rock'n roll! ... se ti conviene bene io più di tanto non posso fare!... Gli impresari di partito mi hanno fatto un altro invito e hanno detto che finisce male se non vado pure io al raduno generale della grande festa nazionale! ... hanno detto che non posso rifiutarmi proprio adesso che anche a loro devo il mio successo che son pazzo ed incosciente sono un irriconoscente un sovversivo, un mezzo criminale!... Ma che ci volete fare non vi sembrerò normale ma è l'istinto che mi fa volare! Non c'è gioco né finzione perché l'unica illusione è quella della realtà, della ragione! ... però a quelli in malafede sempre a caccia delle streghe dico: no! Non è una cosa seria! E così è se vi pare ma lasciatemi sfogare non mettetemi alle strette o con quanto fiato ho in gola vi urlerò: non c'è paura! Ma c'è politica, che cultura sono solo canzonette!...
Put Your Shoes On, Lucy Composer(s): Hank Fort Performer(s): Petula Clark; and various other artists
Got an invitation to visit Manhattan With my highfalutin' kin Sent off to the catalog to get some clothes Felt so stylish from my head to my toes
Seen all the sights and I even did some flirtin' I was doin' alright till my feet started hurtin' So I kicked off my shoes when I thought they couldn't see But they must have, 'cos this is what they all said to me
Put your shoes on, Lucy, don't you know you're in the city Put your shoes on, Lucy, it's really such a pity That Lucy can't go barefoot wherever she goes 'Cause she loves to feel the wiggle of her toes
Put your shoes on Lucy 'cause you're here in old New York You'll get by alrighty if you let 'em hear you talk All the city slickers love that southern drawl So give 'em that "Honey chile" and "Hi, y'all"
Lucy, let the good things happen Lucy, won't you stop that gapin' How you act will be the death of me Don't they have skyscrapers down in Tennessee
Put your shoes on, Lucy, even though they kinda pinch Stop baulkin', you gotta do some walkin', it's a cinch Use your party manners, you'll need them and how Put your shoes on Lucy, you're a big girl now
Put Your Lights On Composer(s): Erik Schrody Performer(s): Santana; Paul Fenech
Hey now, all you sinners Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you lovers Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you killers Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you children Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on Cause there's a monster living under my bed Whispering in my ear There's an angel, with a hand on my head She say I've got nothing to fear There's a darkness deep in my soul I still got a purpose to serve So let your light shine, into my home God, don't let me lose my nerve Lose my nerve Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now Wo oh hey now, hey now, hey now, hey now Hey now, all you sinners Put your lights on, put your lights on Hey now, all you children Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on Because there's a monster living under my bed Whispering in my ear There's an angel, with a hand on my head She say's I've got nothing to fear La ill aha ill allah We all shine like stars We all shine like stars Then we fade away
Le Mal Aimé (Adapted from: Daydreamer - 1973) Composer(s): Terry Dempsey - Eddy Marnay Performer(s): Claude François - 1974
J'ai besoin qu'on m'aime Mais personne ne comprend Ce que j'espère et que j'attends Qui pourrait me dire qui je suis? Et j'ai bien bien peur Toute ma vie d'être incompris Car aujourd'hui: je me sens mal aimé
Je suis le mal aimé Les gens me connaissent Tel que je veux me montrer Mais ont-ils cherché à savoir D'où me viennent mes joies? Et pourquoi ce désespoir Caché au fond de moi
Si les apparences Sont quelquefois contre moi Je ne suis pas ce que l'on croit Contre l'aventure de chaque jour J'échangerais demain la joie d'un seul amour Mais je suis là comme avant mal aimé
Je suis le mal aimé Les gens me connaissent Tel que je veux me montrer Mais ont-ils cherché à savoir D'où me viennent mes joies? Et pourquoi ce désespoir Caché au fond de moi
Car je suis mal aimé
Je suis le mal aimé Les gens me connaissent Tel que je veux me montrer Mais ont-ils cherché à savoir D'où me viennent mes joies? Et pourquoi ce désespoir Caché au fond de moi
Je suis le mal aimé Les gens me connaissent Tel que je veux me montrer Mais ont-ils cherché à savoir D'où me viennent mes joies? Et pourquoi ce désespoir Caché au fond de moi
Daydreamer (French Version: Le Mal Aimé - 1974) Composer(s): Terry Dempsey First release by: David Cassidy - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
I remember April, when the sun was in the sky Love was burning in your eyes Nothing in the world could bother me 'Cause I was living in a world of ecstasy But now you're gone I'm just a daydreamer, I'm walking in the rain Chasing after rainbows I may never find again Life is much too beautiful to live it all alone Oh, how much I need someone to call my very own
Now the summers over and I found myself alone With only memories of you I was so in love, I couldn't see 'Cause I was living in a world of make believe But now your gone I'm just a daydreamer, I'm walking in the rain Chasing after rainbows I may never find again Life is much too beautiful to live it all alone Oh, how much I need someone, to call my very own
I'm just a daydreamer, I'm walking in the rain Chasing after rainbows I may never find again Life is much too beautiful to live it all alone Oh, how much I need someone to call my very own
I'm just a daydreamer, walking in the rain Chasing after rainbows I may never find again Life is much too beautiful to live it all alone Oh, how much I need someone, to call my very own
Put Your Hand In The Hand Composer(s): Gene MacLellan Performer(s): Lynn Anderson; and various other artists
Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently Put your hand in the hand of the man From Galilee My momma taught me how to pray Before I reached the age of seven When I'm down on my knees That's when I'm closest to heaven Daddy lived his life, two kids and a wife Well you do what you must do But he showed me enough of what it takes To get me through. Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently Put your hand in the hand of the man From Galilee Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently Put your hand in the hand of the man From Galilee Put your hand in the hand of the man Who stilled the water Put your hand in the hand of the man Who calmed the sea Take a look at yourself And you can look at others differently Put your hand in the hand of the man From Galilee Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee Put your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee
Love Me For A Reason Composer(s): John Bristol - Wade Bowen - David Jones First release by: Johnny Bristol - 1974 Covered by multiple other artists
Girl when you hold me How you control me You bend and you fold me Anyway you please
It must be easy for you The loving things that you do But just a pastime for you I could never be
And I never know, girl If I should stay or go 'Cos the games that you play Keep driving me away
Don't love me for fun, girl Let me be the one, girl Love me for a reason Let the reason be love Don't love me for fun, girl Let me be the one, girl Love me for a reason Let the reason be love
Kisses and caresses Are only minor tests, babe Of love, lead to stresses Between a woman and a man
So if love everlasting Isn't what you're asking I'll have to pass, girl I'm proud to take a stand
I can't continue guessing Because it's only messing With my pride and my mind So right now it's time to tell ya
Don't love me for fun, girl Let me be the one, girl Love me for a reason Let the reason be love Don't love me for fun, girl Let me be the one, girl Love me for a reason Let the reason be love
I'm just a little old-fashioned It'll take more than physical attraction My initial reaction is honey give me love Not a facsimile of
Don't love me for fun, girl Let me be the one, girl Love me for a reason Let the reason be love Don't love me for fun, girl Let me be the one, girl Love me for a reason Let the reason be love
Don't love me for fun, ooh baby Let me be the one Love me, love me for a reason Let the reason be love Don't love me for fun, girl Let me be the one, girl Love me for a reason Let the reason be love
Waar Ben Je Nou? Composer(s): E. Den Hoed Performer(s): Ann Christy
Soms ben ik moe Aan een pauze toe Het is moeilijk te verwerken Daar te zijn Was zo fijn Ook al liet ik het niet merken
Waar ben je nou? Ik hou toch van jou Het was zo fijn Samen gelukkig te zijn
Wat nu is gebeurd Heeft alles gekleurd Toch blijf ik nog hopen Mijn liefde voor jou Alsook mn trouw Waarom ben je gaan lopen?
Waar ben je nou? Ik hou toch van jou Het was zo fijn Samen gelukkig te zijn
De tijd zal het leren hoe verder te gaan Toch blijf ik altijd nog hopen Mijn verlangen naar jou zal altijd blijven bestaan Mijn deur blijft altijd open Jarenlang was ik nooit zo bang Ga je nog komen? Het blijft bij mij Zoals je toen zei ... Toch zal ik slechts dromen
Waar ben je nou? Ik hou toch van jou Het was zo fijn, samen gelukkig te zijn Het was zo fijn, samen gelukkig te zijn
De tijd zal het leren hoe verder te gaan Mijn deur blijft altijd open De tijd zal het leren hoe verder te gaan Toch blijf ik altijd nog hopen
W.S. Walcott Medicine Show Composer(s): Robbie Robertson Performer(s: The Band; Hans Staymer Band
When your arms are empty got nowhere to go Come on out and catch the show There'll be saints and sinners You'll see losers and winners All kinds of people you might want to know Once you get it, you can't forget it W.S. Walcott Medicine Show
You know he always holds it in a tent And if you're looking for the real thing He can show you where it went
There's a young faith healer He's a woman stealer He will cure by his command When the music's hot you might have to stand To hear the Klondike Klu Klux steamboat band Don't you sweat it You can't forget it W.S. Walcott Medicine Show
I'd rather die happy than not die at all And a man is a fool who will not heed the call
Gonna see Miss Brer Foxhole She's got diamonds in her teeth She is real gold down underneath She's a rock and roll singer and a true dead ringer For something like you ain't never seen Once you get it, you can't forget it W.S. Walcott Medicine Show W.S. Walcott Medicine Show W.S. Walcott Medicine Show W.S. Walcott Medicine Show
W*O*L*D Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin; Richie Havens
Hello Honey, it's me What did you think when you heard me back on the radio? What did the kids say when they knew it was their long lost daddy-o? Remember how we listened to the radio And I said 'That's the place for me' And how I got the job as an FM Jock the day you married me? We were two kids and I was was into AM rock But I just had to run around It's been eight years since I left you babe Let me tell you 'bout what's gone down
I am the morning DJ on W*O*L*D Playing all the hits for you wherever you may be The bright good-morning voice who's heard but never seen Feeling all of forty-five going on fifteen
The drinking I did on my last big gig made my voice go low They said that they liked the younger sound when they let me go So I drifted on down to Tulsa, Oklahoma to do me a late night talk show Now I worked my way back home again, via Boise, Idaho That's how this business goes
I am the morning DJ on W*O*L*D Playing all the hits for you wherever you may be The bright good-morning voice who's heard but never seen Feeling all of forty-five going on fifteen
I've been making extra money playing high school sock hops I'm a big time guest MC You should hear me talking to the little children And listen what they say to me Got a spot on the top of my head, begging for a new toupee And a tire on my gut from sitting on my But they're never gonna go away
Sometimes I get this crazy dream That I just drive off in my car But you can travel on ten thousand miles and still say where you are I've been thinking that I should quit disk jockeying And start that record store Maybe I could settle down if you'ld take me back once more
OK Honey, I see I guess he's better than me Sure, Old Girl, I understand You don't have to worry, I'm such a happy man
W*O*L*D, W*O*L*D, W*O*L*D, W*O*L*D, W*O*L*D*D*D
I am the morning DJ on K*H*J Playing all the hits for you Playing them night and day The bright good morning voice who's heard but never seen Feeling all of forty-five, going on fifteen I am the morning DJ on W*O*L*D
