Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sous Le Ciel De Paris
((English Version: Under Paris Skies (by Frank Chacksfield) - 1952))
Composer(s): Jean Dréjac - Hubert Giraud
First performance by: Jean Bretonnière - 1951
Covered by multiple other artists
Sous le ciel de Paris Senvole une chanson Elle est née daujourdhui Dans le coeur dun garçon Sous le ciel de Paris Marchent les amoureux Leur bonheur se construit Sur un fait pour eux Sous le pont de Bercy Un philosophe assis Deux musiciens, quelques badauds Puis des gens par milliers Sous le ciel de Paris Jusquau soir vont chanter Lhymne dun peuple épris De sa vieille Cité Prés de Notre-Dame Parfois couve un drame Oui, mais à Paname Tout peut sarranger Quelques rayons du ciel dété Laccordéon dun marinier Lespoir fleurit Au ciel de Paris Sous le ciel de Paris Coule un fleuve joyeux Il endort dans la nuit Les clochards et les gueux Sous le ciel de Paris Les oiseaux du Bon Dieu Viennent du monde entier Pour bavarder entre eux Et le ciel de Paris A son secret pour lui Depuis vingt siècles il est épris De notre île Saint-Louis Quand elle lui sourit Il met son habit bleu Quand il pleut sur Paris Cest quil est malheureux Quand il est trop jaloux De ses millions damants Il fait gronder sur eux Son tonnerre éclatant Mais le ciel de Paris nest pas longtemps cruel... Pour se faire pardonner, il offre un arc-en-ciel...
Handsome Johnny Composer(s): Lou Gossett; Richie Havens Performer(s): Richie Havens; The Flaming Lips
Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see Marching to the fields of Concord? It looks like Handsome Johnny with a musket in his hand Marching to the Concord war, hey marching to the Concord war
Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Gettysburg? It looks like Handsome Johnny with a flintlock in his hand Marching to the Gettysburg war, hey marching to the Gettysburg war
Hey, look yonder, tell me what's that you see Marching to the fields of Dunkirk? It looks like Handsome Johnny with a carbine in his hand Marching to the Dunkirk war, hey marching to the Dunkirk war
Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Korea? It looks like Handsome Johnny with an M1 in his hand Marching to the Korean war, hey marching to the Korean war
Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Vietnam? It looks like Handsome Johnny with an M15 Marching to the Vietnam war, hey marching to the Vietnam war
Hey, look yonder, tell me what you see Marching to the fields of Birmingham? It looks like Handsome Johnny with his hand rolled in a fist Marching to the Birmingham war, hey marching to the Birmingham war
Hey, it's a long hard road, it's a long hard road It's a long hard road, before we'll be free
Hey, what's the use of singing this song, some of you are not even listening Tell me what it is we've got to do: wait for our fields to start glistening Wait for the bullets to start whistling Here comes a hydrogen bomb, here comes a guided missile Here comes a hydrogen bomb: I can almost hear its whistle
Hands Across The Table Composer(s): Mitchell Parish; Jean Delettre Performer(s): Coleman Hawkins; and various other artists
Dinner is ended, the music is grand Softly the lanterns gleam Isn't it splendid to sit hand in hand Silently lost in a dream?
Hands across the table While the lights are low Tho' you hush your lips Your fingertips Tell me all I want to know Hands across the table Meet so tenderly And they say in their little way That you belong to me
Silence is golden, so do not reply And I shall understand All can be told in a look of your eye And in a touch of your hand
Hand across the table While the lights are low Tho' you hush your lips Your fingertips Tell me all I want to know Hands across the table Meet so tenderly And they say in their little way That you belong to me
Soupçons (Adapted from: Suspicious Minds - 1968) (Italian Version: Ultimo Tango A Memphis - 1997) Composer(s): Mark James - Michel Mallory Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1973
Petit à petit et sans faire de bruit Une ombre s'est glissée entre nous Après tant d'amour et après tant de nuits Un doute est venu pour tout briser
On fait mourir les rêves avec des soupçons Et un amour s'achève avec des soupçons
Toi tu doutes de moi, moi je doute de toi On imagine tout ce qu'on ne sait pas, oh oui On se dit des mots des mots qui sonnent faux On ment du cur on ment des lèvres
On fait mourir les rêves avec des soupçons Et un amour s'achève avec des soupçons
Écoute que ton cur il sait Combien je t'aime malgré tout Si tu lisais dans mes yeux, je sais Que toujours tu verrais vérité Vérité, vérité, ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Petit à petit et sans faire de bruit Une ombre s'est glissée entre nous Après tant d'amour et après tant de nuits Un doute est venu pour tout briser
Petit à petit et sans faire de bruit Une ombre s'est glissée entre nous Après tant d'amour et après tant de nuits Un doute est venu pour tout briser...
If I could reach out With my hands across the sea I'd take you in my arms And never set you free How I'd hold you and hold you Forever more in my heart
My love would be there With my hands across the sea To tell you what I feel And what you mean to me I'd then hold you and hold you And never more would we part
But you're much too far For my hands to reach out For my heart to remind you of me Too long is the distance between us Too wide and too deep is the sea
Now, I can't reach out With my hands across the sea But there's one thing I can do I can hope, I can pray I can wait for you
Ultimo Tango A Memphis (Adapted from: Suspicious Minds - 1968) (French Version: Soupçons - 1973) Composer(s): Mark James - Luciano Ligabue Performer(s): Luciano Ligabue - 1997
Camminerò Fuori e dentro di me Fuori da chi mi avete chiesto Vi lascierò In giro i giochi che ho Voi fate pure, io intanto, non cresco Ultimo tango a Memphis C'è chi non va più via non va più via Pensi di avermi, pensi Senza averne un'idea Camminerò Fino a quando ce n'ho Conosco il buio ed altri posti E mi slaccierò Quella cintura che so Che ti fa dire "ci siamo già visti?" Ultimo tango a Memphis C'è chi non va più via non va più via Mi hanno voluto Elvis Per la loro allegria Ho un magazzino pieno Di sogni già fatti Alcuni ancora buoni Parecchi son rotti Ma ci sono eh se ci sono Ultimo tango a Memphis C'è chi non va più via non va più via Pensi di avermi, pensi Senza averne un'idea Ultimo tango a Memphis C'è chi non va più via non va più via Mi hanno voluto Elvis Per la loro allegria (Damianò)
Hands Across The Border Composer(s): Ned Washington; Hoagy Carmichael Performer(s): Roy Rogers
Hands across the border Hands that reach my heart are stirring tender memories And the touch of them will haunt me forever Dream so much of them I'm never at ease I've held your hands across the border Since we've been apart But now I want to see things through Back where dreams are made to order in our old rendezvous Hands across the border, calling me to you
Suspicious Minds
Composer(s): Mark James
First release by: Mark James - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1973 - Soupçons
1997 - Ultimo Tango A Memphis
We're caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love you too much baby
Why can't you see
What you're doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And we can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds
So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?
Here we go again
Asking where I've been
You can't see these tears are real
I'm crying
We can't go on together
With suspicious minds
And be can't build our dreams
On suspicious minds
Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Let's don't let a good thing die
When honey, you know
I've never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah
Handprints On The Wall Composer(s): Scott Innes; Claude Parish; Nelson Blanchard Performer(s): Kenny Rogers
The wait turned into hours Before you came my way The smile that filled a daddy's heart On the special day The moment left me speechless I didn't know what to say Then you took your first breath That took mine away
Days go by so quickly Summer turns to fall Seems like only yesterday That you began to crawl So don't be afraid to take that step I'll catch you when you fall I don't mind if you leave behind A few handprints on the wall
I can't describe this feeling Way down deep inside The itsy-bitsy spider Was the first thing that we tried Patty cake, the baker's man With your hands so very small You could always stay this young And I wouldn't mind at all
Days go by so quickly Summer turns to fall Seems like only yesterday That you began to crawl So don't be afraid to take that step I'll catch you when you fall I don't mind if you leave behind A few handprints on the wall
Is Always Over Now? Composer(s): Gerry Morgan First performance by: Dawn Martin - 1998
I never thought that it would end You were the one my love, my friend You were my every dream come true Always, you said, was me and you
So how can you say it's over now? How can you wave it all goodbye? Always, you said, this love would be Always, you said, was you and me
Is always over now? Does it never last that long? Were the feelings that I had Ever right, or was it wrong? To think that love should last Was mistaken on my part But you promised me the earth (You promised me...) And you only broke my heart
You touched my soul You touched my life You always would, you said But now, you are taking always away
Is always over now? Does it never last that long? Were the feelings that I had Ever right, or was it wrong? To think that love should last Was mistaken on my part But you promised me the earth (You promised me...) And you only broke my heart
Is always over now? Does it never last that long? Were the feelings that I had Ever right, or was it wrong? To think that love should last Was mistaken on my part But you promised me the earth (You promised me...) And you only broke my heart (You promised me...)
Handouts In The Rain Composer(s): Richie Havens Performer(s): Richie Havens; Paul Weller
You can talk about your neighbor You can grab him by the collar You can hurt him only if he hollers "Let me go let me go"
But we all know that's old-fashioned And it can only lead to pain Where we might end up on the corner Taking handouts in the rain
You can bomb your foreign brother You can hurt him until he dies You can kill him until he never asks you why You're on his land you're on his land
But we all know that's all over And that can only lead to blame Where we might end up for our country Taking handouts in the rain
You can trample on your sister You can hurt her only if she cries You can hurt her only if she cares With all her heart with all her heart
But we all know she'd be a mother And that could only lead to shame Where she might end up for her children Taking handouts in the rain
Teach your children stories You can fill them full of lies You can make them all despise One another one another
But when they all find out later And they call us by our rightful names And send us shamefully to old age Taking handouts in the rain Taking handouts in the rain Taking handouts in the rain
Sound Your Funky Horn Composer(s): Harry Wayne "K.C." Casey - Clarence Reid Performer(s): K.C. & the Sunshine Band
Bass man turn the power on Drummer turn the beat Tenor man come take your stand Everybody on your feet
Everybody sound your funky horn Come on get down Everybody sound your funky horn Come on get down
Guitar keep the rhythm Congas and the groove When my main man gets on his horn Everybodys got to move
Everybody sound your funky horn Come on get down Everybody sound your funky horn Come on get down, ooh
Everybody sound your funky horn Come on get down (Get down) Everybody sound your funky horn Come on get down
Bass man, Mr. Drummer Keep a smile on your face And get down Mr. Conga Keep on keepin a steady pace
Everybody sound your funky horn Come on get down Everybody sound your funky horn Come on get down, ooh hoo
Everybody come on Sound your funky (Ooh), let it blow (Let it blow) Let me hear it (Let me hear it), let me hear it (Let me hear it) Let me hear it (Let me hear it), let me hear it (Let me hear it) Let me hear it (Let me hear it)
The One That I Love Composer(s): Jason Cassar - Sunny Aquilina First performance by: Chiara Siracusa - 1998
Such a lovely night, when the stars are shining bright And you're near, we're all alone, 'cause I long for you so much I never felt this way, not before You turn on my mind more and more
I think that I'm in love and you mean so much to me I think I love you so, I'll never let you go This must be love Up there we seem to flow, I'm certain and now I know For me, yes, you're just the one The one that I love
Such a lovely sight, when the colours shine so bright And you're near, we're all alone, and I feel so warm inside I never felt this way all my life You came like spring sunshine, gave me life
I think that I'm in love and you mean so much to me I think I love you so, I'll never let you go This must be love Up there we seem to flow, I'm certain and now I know For me, yes, you're just the one The one that I love
For me, yes, you're just the one The one that I love
Handcuffs Composer(s): George Clinton; Glen Goins; John McLaughlin Performer(s): Parliament
Oh, do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama? Do I have to keep under lock and key? Do I have to put hand cuffs on you, mama? Now we both know that's not how it should be
Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama? You're a sweet fine sexy woman and you're good to a man Cause if I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama I hope that you will understand
If I have to keep you barefoot and pregnant Oh, to keep you here in my world (Lay down, girl) lay down and take off-a your shoes Cause I'm a-gonna do to you What it is I got to do
If we've been fighting like you say that we do I know you won't mind, if I'm possessive, now would you? You preach about lovin', you know it is to blame That's why I can ask you and not even feel ashamed
Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama? Are you susceptible to flatter and game? (Lord we can game) Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama? Will you submit to the first human to be called a name? Cause if I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama Don't you know I know, that that would be uncool Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama? I don't mind, I'll offer the moon, yeah Yeah, I'll be the fool
I don't care if I'm lookin' like a chauvenistic kind of whatever Some kind, Carl, you can go to hell If I find that I need some help Gonna put on my chastity belt What it is, I got to do
If we've been fighting like you say that we do Then you won't mind, if I'm possessive, now would you? You preach about lovin', you know it is to blame That's why I can ask you and not even feel ashamed
Oh, do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama? Do I have to keep under lock and key? (ahhh) Do I have to put hand cuffs on you, mama? Now we both know that's not how it should be
Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama? Are you susceptible to flatter and game? (Lord we can game) Do I have to put my hand cuffs on you, mama? Girl, you're a sweet fine sexy woman and you're good to man Will you submit to the first human to be called a name? Hopin' you, hopin' you will understand
Sound The Bell Composer(s): Clarence Garlow - W. Shuler Performer(s): Johnny Winter; Brophy Dale
I went out and got married Thought I'd live a happy life But before I could settle down Another man had stole my wife
Well, sound the bell-yes it feels so sad Nobody knows, the troubles I had-no
If you see my woman, won't you tell her for me That you left me crying, and my heart's in misery
Well, sound the bell-well I feel so sad Nobody knows, the troubles I had (long "no")
("yeah")
You might think I'm crazy, but I'll never love again I'm going back home to my mama, 'cause she's my only friend
Sound the bell-Lord, I feel so sad Nobody knows, the troubles I had-no Nobody knows, the troubles I had (with a loud "no") Nobody knows the troubles I had
Handbags And Gladrags Composer(s): Michael d'Abo Performer(s): Mike d'Abo; and various other artists
Ever seen a blind man cross the road Trying to make the other side Ever seen a young girl growing old Trying to make herself a bride And what becomes of you my love When they have finally stripped you of The handbags and the gladrags That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Once I was a young man And all I thought I had to do was smile So listen all you young girls Who have bought everything thats in style Cos once you think you're in you're out For you don't mean a thing without The handbags and the gladrags That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Sing a song of six-pence for your sake And take a bottle full of rye Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake And bake em all in a pie They told me you missed school today So I suggest you just throw away The handbags and the gladrags That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy
And what becomes of you my love When they have finally stripped you of The handbags and the gladrags That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Hand To Hold On To Composer(s): John Mellencamp Performer(s): John Cougar Mellencamp
You can laugh and joke and make fun of your friends Spin in the middle when the troubles begin Take it nice and easy and always pretend That you're cool, so cool, so cool
Say I'm alone and I'm wild and I will not be pained Talk like a jerk or an educated brain Be an old girl driving the young boys insane Be a joker, a preacher it does not matter
Everyone needs a hand to hold on to Everyone needs a hand to hold on to Don't need to be no strong hand Don't need to be no rich hand Everyone just needs a hand to hold on to
Having good luck with your financial situation Play the ponies, be president of the United Nations Go to work and be a Hollywood stud Drive your four wheel drive right into the mud
Everyone needs a hand to hold on to Everyone needs a hand to hold on to Don't need to be no strong hand Don't need to be no rich hand Everyone just needs a hand to hold on to
And them those hours when you're alone And there's nobody there except yourself I know it, you wanna pick up the phone And say talk to me, talk to me somebody please talk to me yeah
Oh yeah Everyone needs a hand to hold on to Everyone needs a hand to hold on to Don't need to be no strong hand Don't need to be no rich hand Everyone just needs a hand to hold on to (repeat)
