Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Alltid Sommer First performance by: Lars Frederiksen - 1998
Dine øyne leser jeg som en åpen bok Ved å leve sammen leser vi ord på ord (Det å være nær)
Handler om mer enn bare to kan ser (For vi har mer) Det vi har, er så mye mer
Alltid evig sommer, sa du Og du kom, og du så, og du vant mitt liv Alltid evig sommer, sa du Hva de andre gjør nå betyr ingenting Evig varme dager, sa du Og rakte hendene ut og sa - det føles ganske bra Oh... alltid sommer, sa du
Bare jeg kunne si med ord hva du er for meg Vi lever, leker sammen, mens vi går samme vei (Det å elske deg)
År for år, og dag for dag (Sammen med deg) En glede som vokser med hvert hjerteslag
Alltid evig sommer, sa du Og du kom, og du så, og du vant mitt liv Alltid evig sommer, sa du Hva de andre gjør nå betyr ingenting Evig varme dager, sa du Og rakte hendene ut og sa - det føles ganske bra Oh... alltid sommer, sa du
Min ensomhet forsvant Og kjærligheten vant Så kom og la oss leve Du sa: 'Alltid evig sommer'
(Alltid evig sommer, sa du) Og du kom, og du så, og du vant mitt liv Alltid evig sommer, sa du Hva de andre gjør nå betyr ingenting Evig varme dager, sa du Og rakte hendene ut og sa, det føles ganske bra Oh... alltid sommer, sa du Oh... alltid sommer, sa du
Hanging On The Telephone Composer(s): Jack Lee Performer(s): Blondie
I'm in the phone booth, it's the one across the hall If you don't answer, I'll just ring it off the wall I know he's there, but I just had to call Don't leave me hanging on the telephone Don't leave me hanging on the telephone I heard your mother now she's going out the door Did she go to work or just go to the store All those things she said, I told you to ignore Oh why can't we talk again Oh why can't we talk again Oh why can't we talk again Don't leave me hanging on the telephone Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
It's good to hear your voice, you know it's been so long If I don't get your call then everything goes wrong I want to tell you something you've known all along Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
I had to interrupt and stop this conversation Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation I'd like to talk when I can show you my affection Oh I can't control myself Oh I can't control myself Oh I can't control myself Don't leave me hanging on the telephone
Hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah, hang up and run to me Whoah oh oh oh run to me
South American Way Composer(s): Al Dubin - Jimmy McHugh Performer(s): Carmen Miranda and multiple other artists
Ai, ai, ai, ai É o canto do prigoneiro Que com sua harmonia Traz alegria In South American way Ai, ai, ai, ai E o que faz em seu tabuleiro Vende pra ioiô E vende pra iaiá In South American way E vende vatapá E vende caruru E vende mungunzá Vende umbu No tabuleiro tem Oi tem de tudo tem E só não tem meu bem Berenguendem
Ai, ai, ai, ai Have you ever danced in the tropics? With that hazy lazy Like, kind of crazy Like South American way Ai, ai, ai, ai Have you ever kissed in the moonlight In the grand and glorious Gay notorious South American way
Hangin' Five Composer(s): Ben Acton Performer(s): Delltones
Well it's early in the morning and it's time to make a start And I put my poly surfboard on the rack upon my car I head down to the surfside, where the waves fine I'm gonna catch a mountain but I won't go down the mine
You gotta walk the plank, ride the hook Gonna let them ride and keep it nice and tight Now the time is growing near your movin' down the wall Asteady as she goes you got your toes upon the nose And now you hang five, hang five Hangin' five toes upon the mallibo
And now you've hit the beach and your feeling might fine You turn your board around for the second time You make it out the back the swells are coming fast The first ones are too small, and so you take the last
You gotta walk the plank ride the hook Gonna let them ride, and keep it nice and tight Now the time is growing near your movin down the wall Asteady as she goes you got your toes upon the nose And now you hang five, hang five Hangin' five toes upon the mallibo Let's stomp
And when the day is over and all the surfers meet You go down to the surf club to dance and stomp the beat and when the night is through you hear the fellas say Don't forget tomorrow you got another day
You gotta walk the plank ride the hook Gonna let them ride and keep it nice and tight Now the time is growing near your movin down the wall Asteady as she goes you got your toes upon the nose And now you hang five, hang five Hangin' five toes upon the mallibo Upon the mallibo Hang Five Hang Five You know you gotta walk the plank Frank Get your toes right upon that nose there Hang Five Hang Five Hang Five Hang Five
South America, Take It Away Composer(s): Harold Rome Performer(s): Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters
Up here in the land of the hot-dog stand The atom bomb and the Good Humor Man We think our South American neighbors are grand We love 'em to beat the band
South America, baba-loo, baba-loo, ay-ee-eh, baba-loo One favor you can do, ay-ee-eh, you can do You beautiful lands below Don't know what you began To put it plainly, I'm tired of shakin' To that Pan-American plan
Take back your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay!, your Conga, ay-yi-yi! I can't keep movin', ay!, my chassis, ay!, any longer, ay-yi-yi! Now maybe Latins, ay!, in their middles, ay!, are built stronger, ay-yi-yi! But all this takin' to the quakin' and this makin' with the shakin' leaves me achin', olé!
First shake around and settle there Then you shake around and settle here Then you shake around and settle there That's enough, that's enough Take it back, my spine's outta-whack There's a strange click-clack In the back of my sacroilliac
Take back your Conga, ay!, your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay-yi-yi! Why can't you send us, ay!, a less strenu-, ay!, -ous number, ay-yi-yi! I got more bumps now, ay!, than on a, ay!, cucumber, ay-yi-yi! While all those Latin drums are cloppin', like a Jumpin' Jack I'm hoppin' without stoppin', olé! South America, take it away
First you shake around and settle there (where?) Then you shake around and settle here (oh, there) And then you shake around and settle there (why Bing!) That's enough, that's enough Take it back, my spine's outta-whack There's a strange click-clack In the back of my sacroilliac Oh, my achin' back
Take back your Conga, ay!, your Samba, ay!, your Rumba, ay-yi-yi! Bring back the old days, ay!, of dancing I remember, ay-yi-yi! My hips are cracking, I am shrieking "Ay-Carumba!", ay-yi-yi! I got a wriggle and a diddle and a jiggle like a fiddle in my middle, olé! This fancy swishin' imposition wears out all of my transmission, ammunition, olé! Though I like neighborly relations all these crazy new gyrations try my patience, olé! South America, take it away!
Hang Up My Rock 'N' Roll Shoes Composer(s): Chuck Willis Performer(s): The Band; and various other artists
Mama, she done told me She didn't like this rock and roll But mama, mama, please Mama, you just don't know I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I get an old time feeling Every time I hear the blues
They told me, "Get a job And set yourself a goal" But can't they understand I just want to rock and roll I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes Something happens to me Every time I hear the blues
I will do my homework I'll clean the yard every day I will even do the dishes I'll do anything you say
That say that rock and roll It'll soon fade away But I just want to tell you Rock and roll is here to stay I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I get a good time feeling Every time I hear the blues
Some might even say It put the devil in my soul But that's a bunch of shit I just want to rock and roll I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes I don't want to hang up my rock and roll shoes My feets got to move now Every time I hear the blues
Dis Oui Composer(s): Philippe Swan First performance by: Mélanie Cohl - 1998
Viens Si tu es fatigué du vide de tes amours Si tu ne crois plus aux jamais ni aux toujours Si tu veux t'arrêter juste pour souffler un peu Si tu crois qu'on peut être heureux
Viens Si tu n'en peux plus d'être là à concourir Moi, je veux me chauffer au bois de ton sourire On va remplir l'espace de nos éclats de rire Un jour, il faut partir
Dis oui Tu sais, c'est beau la Terre Dis oui Quand on est solidaires Et puis Le monde est à refair Dis oui Viens pour la vie, viens pour une heure
Tiens, quelque chose a changé dans le ciel ce matin On dirait que l'air est plus pur et c'est bien Tu sais, les clefs de l'avenir sont dans nos mains Alors, c'est quand que tu me rejoins?
Dis oui Au moins nous serons ensemble Dis oui On est plus forts ensemble Et puis Et puis on se ressemble Dis oui Moi, je veux t'apprendre par cur
Tu en as marre de ces bombes Qui éclatent tout autour de nous Tu rêves d'un autre monde Où l'argent ne réglera pas tout Alors n'écoute plus ceux Qui te répètent qu'on a tort Tu sais, il suffit d'être deux Pour croire qu'on est déjà plus forts
Viens Si tu es fatigué du vide de tes amours Si tu ne crois plus aux "jamais" ni aux "toujours" Si tu veux t'arrêter juste pour souffler un peu Si tu crois qu'on peut être heureux
Dis oui Tu sais, c'est beau la Terre Dis oui Quand on est solidaires Et puis Le monde est à refaire Dis oui Viens pour la vie, viens pour une heure
Hang Out The Stars Composer(s): Jack Lawrence Performer(s): The Bell Sisters
Hang out the stars Light up the moon Warm up the breeze Strike up the tune Wake up the birds A lark and a dove The scene must be right For tonight Yes tonight's The night for love
Hear the soft duet See the silhouette Of the dancers And romancers On the distant shore There's a troubadour And his melody Is meant for you and me
At first, our fingertips meet And then, at last, our lips meet And when, at last, our lips meet The kiss is so sweet Two hearts skip a beat
Hang out the stars Light up the moon Send down the mist On the lagoon Wake up the dreams We're dreaming of The scene must be right For tonight Yes tonight's The night for love
Hang out the stars Light up the moon Warm up the breeze Strike up the tune Wake up the birds A lark and a dove The scene must be right For tonight Yes tonight's The night for love
Hang out the stars Moon high above My love, hold me tight Hold me tight For tonight's the night for love
Hang Onto Yourself Composer(s): David Bowie Performer(s): David Bowie; and various other artists
Thought we had a good thing going
and you know and mama had a thing on My baby got out last monday and me Im on a radio show
So come on, come on, weve really got a good thing going Come on, come on, if you think were gonna make it You better hang on to yourself
My father had a good thing going, and you know mother had a thing on the street My baby got out last monday and me Im on a radio show
So come on, so come on, weve really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, if you think were gonna make it You better hang on to yourself
Well come on, come on, weve really got a good thing going Come on, come on, if you think were gonna make it You better hang on to yourself
Well come on, come on, weve really got a good thing going Well come on, well come on, if you think were gonna make it You better hang on to yourself
Ah, alright, alright, come on, he, come on He, come on, he, come on, he, come on, he Come on, he, come on, he, come on, he Come on, he, come on, he, come on, he Come on, he, come on, he, come on, he Come on, come on, come on, he, come on He, come on, he, come on, come on, come on
Hang On To Me Composer(s): George Gershwin; Ira Gershwin Performer(s): Fred Astaire; and various other artists
Trouble may hound us Shadows surround us Never mind, no fear Dont be down hearted, when we get started They will disappear Listen to brother While weve each other Theres no pain, I hear For like peas in a pod We will prove its not hard If you hang on to me While I hang on to you Well find our way to the sunshine Out of the rain Forever and a day Thats right, hold tight Were on our way Its clear Its clear Well loose the shadows If youll hang on to me While I hang on to you Well find our way to the sunshine Out of the rain If youll just simply hang on to me Hang on to me While I hang on tight to you To you Well loose the shadows And find our way Forever and a day
Kärleken Är Composer(s): Hakan Almqvist - Ingela "Pling" Forsman - Bobby Ljunggren First performance by: Jill Johnson - 1998
Här, i den stilla gryningen Kan jag känna, allting andas, igen Dom tunga molnen drev iväg med vindarna Inga tårar, ifrån himlen blir till regn Vi, hör orden i en sång, som finns kvar här i våra hjärtan Nu, i lugnet efter storm
En ängel flög förbi Mot himmelen så fri Men hon lämnade sitt leende på vår jord Som en sol som värmer oss Som ett himmelskt stjärnebloss Så vi kan betrakta livets skeende med en tro Kärleken är
Och när natten sänker sig Är vi trygga i varandras andetag En vind, som smyger sig hit in bär en doft utav vilda rosor
En ängel flög förbi Mot himmelen så fri Men hon lämnade sitt leende på vår jord Som en sol som värmer oss Som ett himmelskt stjärnebloss Så vi kan betrakta livets skeende med en tro Kärleken är
Oohh... Aahhh... Ohh
En ängel flög förbi Mot himmelen så fri Men hon lämnade sitt leende på vår jord Som en sol som värmer oss Som ett himmelskt stjärnebloss Så vi kan betrakta livets skeende med en tro Att kärleken är
Sous Les Ponts De Paris (English Version: Under The Bridges Of Paris) Composer(s): Jean Rodor - Vincent Scotto Performer(s): Lucienne Delyle and multiple other artists
Pour aller à Suresnes ou bien à Charenton Tout le long de la Seine on passe sous les ponts Pendants le jour, suivant son cours Tout Paris en bateau défile L' cur plein d'entrain, ça va, ça vient Mais l' soir lorsque tout dort tranquille.......
Sous les ponts de Paris, lorsque descend la nuit Tout's sort's de gueux se faufil'nt en cachette Et sont heureux de trouver une couchette Hôtel du courant d'air, où l'on ne paie pas cher L'parfum et l'eau c'est pour rien mon marquis Sous les ponts de Paris
A la sortie d' l'usine, Julot rencontre Nini Ça va t'y la rouquine, c'est la fête aujourd'hui Prends ce bouquet, quelqu's brins d' muguet C'est peu mais c'est tout' ma fortune Viens avec moi; j' connais l'endroit Où l'on n' craint même pas l'clair de lune
Sous les ponts de Paris, lorsque descend la nuit Comme il n'a pas de quoi s' payer une chambrette Un couple heureux vient s'aimer en cachette Et les yeux dans les yeux faisant des rêves bleus Julot partage les baisers de Nini Sous les ponts de Paris
Rongée par la misère, chassée de son logis L'on voit un' pauvre mère avec ses trois petits Sur leur chemin, sans feu ni pain Ils subiront leur sort atroce Bientôt la nuit la maman dit Enfin ils vont dormir mes gosses
Sous les ponts de Paris, lorsque descend la nuit Viennent dormir là tout près de la Seine Dans leur sommeil ils oublieront leur peine Si l'on aidait un peu, tous les vrais miséreux Plus de suicid's ni de crim's dans la nuit Sous les ponts de Paris
Hang On The Bell, Nellie Performer(s): The Chad Mitchell Trio; Billy Cotton
The scene was in the jailhouse, and if curfew rang that night Nell's dad in number 13 cell would go out like a light She knew her dad was innocent, so plucky Little Nell She tied her tender torso to the clapper of the bell
Hang on the bell, Nellie, hang on the bell Your poor daddy's locked in a cold prison cell As you swing to the left, Nellie swing to the right Remember that curfew bell must never ring tonight
It all started when sweet Nellie said, "No! No!" to Handsome Jack And struggled for her virtue there down by the railroad track Nell's dad came to her rescue as the train roared down the line Jack fell back across the track and paid the price of crime
Nell's dad he got arrested, and brought up before the Law The Sheriff said, "Old Handsome Jack ain't handsome any more" Poor Nell she cried and pleaded, but the jury didn't care They didn't have a sofa, so they offered him the chair
They pulled upon the bell rope, but there was no ting-a-ling They could not get their foul deed done, for curfew would not ring To and fro aloft swung Nell, while below they pulled and heaved When suddenly a voice cried "Stop! Your daddy's been reprieved!"
They cut her fair young body down, while she made protests weak And as they laid her out upon the ground, she cried in girlish pique "Look I tried to save my daddy, which was true a noble thing But still, while I was up there, man I learned it's fun to swing"
Hang on the bell, Nellie, hang on the bell So your poor daddy's sprung from his cold prison cell As you swing to the left, Nellie swing to the right No matter when that curfew rings, we're gonna swing tonight
Under The Bridges Of Paris (French Version: Sous Les Ponts De Paris) Composer(s): Jean Rodor - Vincent Scotto - Dorcas Cochran Performer(s): Eartha Kitt and multiple other artists
How would you like to be Down by the Seine with me Oh what I'd give for a moment or two Under the bridges of Paris with you
Darling I'd hold you tight Far from the eyes of night Under the bridges of Paris with you I'd make your dreams come true
(How would you like to be Down by the Seine with me Oh what I'd give for a moment or two Under the bridges of Paris with you)
Darling I'd hold you tight Far from the eyes of night Under the bridges of Paris with you I'd make your dreams come true
Hang On Sloopy Composer(s): Wes Farrell; Bert Russell Performer(s): The McCoys
Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on Hang on Sloopy, Sloopy hang on
Sloopy lives in a very bad part of town And everybody there tries to put my Sloopy down Sloopy I don't care what your daddy do 'Cause you know Sloopy girl I'm in love with you And so I'm singing...
Chorus: Yeah yeah yeah yeah...
Sloopy let your hair down girl, let it run down on me Sloopy let your hair down girl, let it run down on me
Come on Sloopy Come on, come on Come on Sloopy Come on, come on Well come on Sloopy Come on, come on Well come on Sloopy Come on, come on
Well it feels so good Come on, come on You know it feels so good Come on, come on
Well shake it, shake it, shake it Sloopy Come on, come on Well shake it, shake it, shake it yeah Yeah...
