Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Adventures In Paradise Composer(s): Minnie Riperton - Richard Rudolph - Joe Sample Performer(s): Minnie Riperton; Tuck & Patti
I believe any dream that I want to That ain't the only way of keeping hope alive And if by chance I give birth to my visions Life is so fantastic it will come as no surprise 'Cause everyday is adventures in paradise Woven well through the fabrics of time
I believe I am free, let it free me That ain't the only way of getting past the jive And every day something magical passes Sunshine on my body, rainbows bloomin' in the sky 'Cause everyday is adventures in paradise It is real if it's only in your mind In your mind
It is real if it's only in your mind In your mind Step this way for another Adventure in P a r a d i s e
Adult Education Composer(s): Sara Allen - Daryl Hall - John Oates Performer(s): Hall & Oates; David Ruffin
Afternoon in the homeroom They're about to let you go And the locker slams On the plan you had tonight You've been messin around with a boyfriend Maybe better left alone There's a wise guy that you know Could put you right In the lot the boy that's idling by doesn't rev your heart Cause it's only lonely spots He shares with you And long halls and the gray walls Are gonna split apart Believe it or not There's life after high school
And that's why the student body got A bad reputation oh yeah, oh yeah What they need is adult education Back to school it's a bad situation Oh yeah, oh yeah But what you want is an adult education
The teacher don't know about how To deal with the student body huh, huh And the underclassmen are Flashing hot and cool huh huh All your girlfriends care about Watch and wear and talkin about it huh huh Believe it or not There's life after high school
And that's why the student body got A bad reputation oh yeah, oh yeah What they need is adult education Back to school it's a bad situation Oh yeah, oh yeah But what you want is an adult education
They're calling it preparation You're waiting for a separation You're nothing but another odd number Memories that you won't remember So you got a little education And a lot of dedication But you want a little night school Maybe some of it'll rub off on you The boys are busy in the mirrors Trying to imitate their heroes You make it with a false surrender More memories you won't remember The senior with the Junior Miss I wonder what the junior wishes That she could graduate to adult That she could graduate to adult kisses
Adult education Adult education Adult education It's a bad situation Adult education
What Do I Care? Composer(s): Clare; Woods Performer(s): Annette Hanshaw
Somebody said, "Oh, oh, oh Take a look at that baby" Somebody said, "Ah-ah-ah Why, how do you do" Somebody said, "Gee, but she Is sure a wonderful baby! What beautiful eyes and hair and lips Too good to be true"
Somebody said, "Well, well, well, She's a little bit silly" Somebody said, "Sure, Nothin' up in her head" But when they rave, I just hee-hee 'Cause I know she's in love with me So what do I care What somebody says
What Could Be Nicer (Mum The Kettle's Boiling) Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan Performer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
Mum, the kettle's boiling Daddy what's the time Sis, look what you're doing Can't you see the baby's crying Tell your Uncle Tony Helen wants to know Did he get the letter That she sent a week ago All in all what could be nicer Than two people young at heart Looking forward to the future That together they will start When you think of all those people Who are left out in the cold All because they never dreamed That they'd be written off as old Mum, the kettle's boiling Dad, 'ere what's the time Sis, look what you're doing Can't you see the baby's crying Can't you see the baby's crying
Adrian Composer(s): Annie Lennox - David A. Stewart Performer(s): Eurythmics
Adrian - don't you understand? Fools like us are always dreaming And when you go to bed And cover up your head It's better if you try to stop remembering And the world is slowly dawning To wake up to a new clear morning Some of them just half your age Get written off, page by page...
Adrian don't you understand? Fools like us are always dreaming And when you go to bed And cover up your head It's better if you try to stop remembering Some of them just half your age Get written off page by page...
And the world is softly sleeping While your fears are in their keeping All the planet's making haste To blow to bits in outer space... Adrian - don't you understand?
What Color (Is A Man) Composer(s): Marge Barton Performer(s): Bobby Vinton; Bobby Bare
Once a little boy sat upon his daddy's knee With picture and crayons in his hand He said, when I grow up This is the man I want to be Daddy, what color is a man?
When I am a man I want to be happy I want to be strong and free Want to be brave like the soldier What crayon should I use to color me?
If you color him blue, son He may not be a happy man If you color him red, son Someone may steal his land
If you color him green or yellow He may be jealous and cowardly If you color him black, son He may never be free
Then he told his son Put your crayons away Try your best to understand Man is never made of any color And color never made any man
The Adoration Waltz Composer(s): Larry Stock - Al Lewis Performer(s): David Whitfield
Every time that I waltz with you It's the adoration waltz I adore everything you do In the adoration waltz From your head to the tips of your shoes You're perfection without any faults Skies are blue, dreams come true while I'm holding you In the adoration waltz
From your head to the tips of your shoes You're perfection without any faults Skies are blue, dreams come true while I'm holding you In the adoration waltz
Adorable Composer(s): Richard Whiting - George Marion Performer(s): Ben Selvin & His Orch.
Ive looked at you gently then closely, intently And still I cant find any fault And although you oughtnt be told youre important I so like the way that you walk
Youre so completely adorable Is the way to your heart explorable Would you enjoy it at all if I Try to qualify now as we dance Answer your dancer, Adorable Will this night be divine or deplorable Youre so completely adorable Is there a chance of romance
Adoquines En Tu Cielo, Rosario Composer(s): Mezo Bigarrena Performer(s): Juan Carlos Baglietto
Adoquines en tu cielo y un tranvia encalado en el rio el pasado congelado en tu nombre de mujer Rosario es como una novia que no tuvo en un puerto donde quiso ser timonel
Emigrantes y emigrados polizones que en buzones muerden polvo el futuro se te escurre en las manos de tu ayer Rosario tienes cuerpo de amante que uno siente que aun goza aunque tema envejecerer
En tu costa de sirenas los ulises confundidas piden aire tu presente saqueado pide pan para crecer Rosario te ha vestido de madre que cocina lo que queda para no desfallecer Rosario vas a ser esa hembra que no hay macho que domine con un palo ni con dos
Rosario eres como esas potras que te amasan cuando sienten que las tratan con amor Adoquines en tu cielo adoquines en tu cielo
Adonis Composer(s): George Goehring - Edward Warren Performer(s): Petula Clark; Dalida
Adonis j'ai rêvé d'Adonis Et lorsque j'avais seize ans j'imaginais souvent Quel délice vivre au temps d'Adonis Et pouvoir un seul instant le voir et le connaître Cet amour de toujours un beau jour S'est vite envolé quand je t'ai rencontré Adonis tu n'es pas Adonis Mais tu l'as bien remplacé car tu as su me plaire
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Candide, solide, splendide Tu es comme cela tout cela à la fois Sans malice tu es mieux qu'Adonis Tout au moins moi je le crois Puisque c'est toi que j'aime Adonis, Adonis...
What Becomes Of The Broken-Hearted
Composer(s): James Dean - Paul Riser - William Weatherspoon
Performer(s): Jimmy Ruffin
and multiple other artists
As I walk this land with broken dreams I have visions of many things Love's happiness is just an illusion Filled with sadness and confusion
What becomes of the broken hearted Who had love that's now departed? I know I've got to find Some kind of peace of mind Maybe
The fruits of love grow all around But for me they come a tumblin' down Every day heartaches grow a little stronger I can't stand this pain much longer
I walk in shadows Searching for light Cold and alone No comfort in sight
Hoping and praying For someone to care Always moving And going nowhere
What becomes of the broken hearted Who had love that's now departed? I know I've got to find Some kind of peace of mind Maybe
I'm searching though I don't succeed But someone look, there's a growing need Oh, he is lost, there's no place for beginning All that's left is an unhappy ending
Now what's become of the broken-hearted Who had love that's now departed? I know I've got to find Some kind of peace of mind I'll be searching everywhere Just to find someone to care I'll be looking everyday I know I'm gonna find a way Nothings gonna stop me now I'll find a way somehow I'll be searching everywhere
What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life? Composer(s): Michel Legrand; Alan Bergman; Marilyn Bergman Performer(s): Frank Sinatra; and various other artists
I want to see your face in every kind of light In fields of dawn and forests of the night And when you stand before the candles on a cake Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
What are you doing the rest of your life? North and South and East and West of your life I have only one request of your life That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days All the nickels and the dimes of your days Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days All begin and end with me
I want to see your face in every kind of light In the fields of dawn and the forests of the night And when you stand before the candles on a cake Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make
Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes In the world of love that you keep in your eyes I'll awaken what's asleep in your eyes It may take a kiss or two
Through all of my life Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall of my life All I ever will recall of my life Is all of my life with you
Adolescent Dream Composer(s): Manfred Mann Performer(s): Manfred Mann's Earth Band
You're not the great romantic Crystal juke-box queen You're not my old adolescent dream You're not my spiritual gypsy My fifty Chevy Machine You're not my old adolescent dream
Oh no my friend You stand above all that You're my life My love My blood My soul
You're not the way I planned it The way it's meant to be You're not my old adolescent dream
Oh no my friend You stand above all that You're my life My love My blood My soul
What Are You Doing Sunday Composer(s): Russell Brown; Irwin Levine Performer(s): Tony Orlando & Dawn; Bobby Davis
I hear some people get married in the park
on Sunday afternoon And all their friends bring pretty flowers while the band plays a happy tune Now do you want me, do you need me Do you love me like I love you? Ooo
What are you doing Sunday baby? Would you like to marry me? What do you say now? If it's a nice day now What are you doing Sunday baby? Gee, I wanna marry you Oh, what are you doing Sunday afternoon?
Maybe we should wait 'til night to join hands 'neath the stars above And we'll be kissing our first kiss by moonlight as we vow eternal love Now do you want me, do you need me Do you love me like I love you? Ooo
What are you doing Sunday baby? Would you like to marry me? What do you say now? If it's a nice day now What are you doing Sunday baby? Gee, I wanna marry you Oh, what are you doing Sunday afternoon?
Now do you want me, do you need me, baby Love me like I love you?
What are you doing Sunday baby? Would you like to marry me? What do you say now? If it's a nice day now What are you doing Sunday baby? Gee, I wanna marry you
Adolescence Composer(s): Georges Moustaki Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Je me souviens du temps où j'étais un poète Je filais dans le vent sur ma motocyclette Ma guitare sur le dos Et la tête pleine de mots Je m'arrêtais parfois pour cueillir une fleur Pour cueillir une fille sur le bord d'un chemin Ou bien lorsqu'il y avait une panne à mon moteur Et puis je repartais un peu plus loin Soleil ou mauvais temps c'était toujours la fête Je dormais dans les champs parmi les pâquerettes Me lavais dans le ruisseau En écoutant les oiseaux Je volais quelques fruits et c'était un festin Le vin rouge était rare mais l'ivresse était là Je ne mourais jamais ni de soif ni de faim Et je ne faisais rien de mes dix doigts
Et puis de temps en temps je chantais à tue-tête Quand ça plaisait aux gens je leur faisais la quête Ça ne rapportait pas lourd Mais c'était bien assez pour Pour aller boire un verre avec tous les copains Les amis de toujours de tous les continents Tous les gitans tous les nomades musiciens Et tous ceux qui vivaient de l'air du temps
Je me rappelle ce temps où j'étais un poète J'étais adolescent ni ange ni trop bête Ce temps-là est révolu Je ne le reverrai plus Et s'il m'arrive de croiser sur mon chemin Un de ceux qui ressemblent à celui que je fus Je lui fais un salut un signe de la main C'est mon adolescence que je salue
Je lui fais un salut un signe de la main Ou bien je fais semblant de ne l'avoir pas vu
What Are We Made Of? Composer(s): Brian May Performer(s): Sissel
What are we made of? Can we know what we will be? What are we made of? Think again
There's a wind of change is blowing There's a fire deep inside There's a place we could be going If we could only get it right And the river keeps on flowing And the morning lights the sky But if they said it would be easy I guess they must have lied
What are we made of? Can we know what we will be? What are the chances I can find a better path, a better life, a better me? What are we made of? If you think you know the answer Turn around, think again
Whatever were you thinking? Could you turn you life around? When you know your world is sinking Can you find the solid ground? Is there really a road to heaven? We'll find it And a road leads down below Some way, somewhere Does anything really matter? If only we could know
What are we made of? Is it written in the sand? Where are we sailing? To a strange and distant land Take my hand, sail with me
What are we made of? 'Cos I have to understand
What are we made of? Can we know what we will be? What are the chances There's a place for you and me?
What are we made of? Just for this moment, take your life into your hands You'll decide what you are made of What it is that you can be Think again, my friend Turn around, think again
