Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Alice Composer(s): Tom Waits - Kathleen Brennan First release by: Tom Waits - 2002
It's dreamy weather we're on You waved your crooked wand Along an icy pond with a frozen moon A murder of silhouette crows I saw And the tears on my face And the skates on the pond They spell Alice
I disappear in your name But you must wait for me Somewhere across the sea There's a wreck of a ship Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide And the raindrops on my window And the ice in my drink Baby all I can think of is Alice
Arithmetic arithmetock Turn the hands back on the clock How does the ocean rock the boat? How did the razor find my throat? The only strings that hold me here Are tangled up around the pier
And so a secret kiss Brings madness with the bliss And I will think of this When I'm dead in my grave Set me adrift and I'm lost over there And I must be insane To go skating on your name And by tracing it twice I fell through the ice Of Alice
And so a secret kiss Brings madness with the bliss And I will think of this When I'm dead in my grave Set me adrift and I'm lost over there And I must be insane To go skating on your name And by tracing it twice I fell through the ice Of Alice There's only Alice
Where The Morning Glories Grow
Composer(s): Richard Whiting - Ray Egan - Gus Kahn
Performer(s): Bing Crosby
and multiple other artists
I remember, I remember the place where I was born
Where the morning glories twine around the door at early morn
I've forgotten, I've forgotten how long I've been away
But I'd like to wander back again down the lane to yesterday
I want to wake up in the morning where the morning glories grow
Where the sun comes peepin' in where I'm sleepin' and the songbirds say "Hello"
I long to wander in the wildwood where the rippling waters flow
And go drifting back to childhood, where the morning glories grow
I remember, I remember the schoolhouse on the hill
And I wonder if the tiny folks are climbing up there still
I can picture, I can picture the dear old swimming pool
And the happy days that I spent there when I should have been in school
I want to wake up in the morning where the morning glories grow
Where the sun comes peepin' in where I'm sleepin' and the songbirds say "Hello"
I long to wander in the wildwood where the rippling waters flow
And go drifting back to childhood, where the morning glories grow
Alice Composer(s): Dave Parsons - Jimmy Pursey Performer(s): Sham 69
Alice, Alice had a dream She dreamt Elizabeth Taylor was her next door neighbour She's candy floss in a 60s skirt She's I learn to pogo But she ain't no flirt She dresses in pink yellowy blue She walks around with nothing to do Shes Richard and Judy Cider and sleep The one that you look at walking down the street
Alice let's get drunk tonight Alice it'll be alright Alice let's get drunk tonight Alice it'll be alright
Alice, Alice had a dream She dreamt her Dr Martens turned to ice cream She's a strawberry girl with a Robert Smith poster She's fishnet and lipstick but she didn't nick it She's all tattoo and laces polka dot and stripe The girl on the bus not the one on the bike She's 77 all of the day And I know that you're listening When you're hearing me say
Alice let's get drunk tonight Alice it'll be alright Alice let's get drunk tonight Alice it'll be alright
Alice, Alice had a dream She had sex with a rabbit in the forest of Dean She's chocolate in an Oxfam wispa She's all upstairs and downstairs She comes from Gloucester She's Manchester, Brighton, Weybridge and home She'll tell you all about it when she's on the phone She's oh what a bargain and that's really nice And if you have her for dinner no meat only rice
Alice let's get drunk tonight Alice it'll be alright Alice let's get drunk tonight Alice it'll be alright Alice let's get drunk tonight Alice it'll be alright Alice let's get drunk tonight Alice it'll be alright
Where The Golden Sliprails Are Down Performer(s): Slim Dusty
Let's walk down that long road together the road that we know as lifes span if you'll be my wife, 'til the end of my life I'll be your true lovin' man we'll take each steep grade together let showers of strife tumble down we'll share every bend 'til we find in the end Where the golden sliprails are down
Let's walk down that long road together 'til lifes long journey is done our thoughts straight ahead, like the great saviour said we'll find his home one by one in the glory of his tender blessing eternal love will abound no gates will be closed, in that heavenly abode Where the golden sliprails are down
Let's walk down that long road together the light from our love will show the way your sweet tender smile will lighten each mile and roll the dark clouds away so come let us walk to the altar, our lives forever be bound then we'll go as one towards the setting sun Where the golden sliprails are down
Alice Composer(s): Ian Hunter Performer(s): Mott The Hoople
Now Alice needed money I put $10 on the breeze As the wind died away she sank way below her knees And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky She must have been at least a fathom high She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street with all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet and when a stranger said she sucked she just smiled believing luck as she climed into his truck to make a buck Oh my god, she's running round the trees Said she couldn't touch them because they're so real Alice you remind me of Manhattan The seedy and the snaz, the shoeboys and the satins Like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in Oh, I got my eyes on you Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch cause if you ain't too careful he's gonna kick you in the crotch and you're out in the cold and you know that you've been rolled and the cops don't even stop and you feel old See Alice really liked you but you stayed a while too long now she wants you to forget it and come back before too long but make it quick if you could, she's gonna star in Hollywood the producer seems to think, she's kinda good Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence laughing at the lights of New York City Alice you remind of Manhattan the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in Oh, just come over Roll Up See Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards ain't no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse and it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay or is it really just a couple of blocks away Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders about the times I put her down when she seemed to be right under? She told me morals are traditions, contradictions, superstitions see Alice is always based on split decisions Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence and digging what I thought was New York City Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan the seedy and snaz, the shoeboys and the satins like a throne made of gilt that too many johns have sat in Oh, I like you Yeah Alice, the lights were meant for you your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue you gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose Oh, I know it Oh Alice, don't stop and think a minute or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it and you're a shooting star and you'll die if you don't win it Yeah You didn't make the book
Where The Boys Are Composer(s): Howie Greenfield; Neil Sedaka Performer(s): Connie Francis
Where the boys are, someone waits for me A smilin' face, a warm embrace, two arms to hold me tenderly Where the boys are, my true love will be He's walkin' down some street in town and I know he's lookin' there for me
In the crowd of a million people I'll find my valentine And then I'll climb to the highest steeple and tell the world he's mine
Till he holds me I wait impatiently Where the boys are, where the boys are Where the boys are, someone waits for me
Till he holds me I wait impatiently Where the boys are, where the boys are Where the boys are, someone waits for me
Alibis Composer(s): Tony Mcaulay - Tom Snow Performer(s): Sergio Mendes
It's nothin' I can put my finger on But it's there, I swear It's not somethin' I'm imaginin' Each time you call I know I'll get your "working late" routine again Is there someone I should know about? Tell me why do I have this doubt?
I'm sure your alibis are watertight And you're where you have to be tonight Whoa, oh, but I know you're slippin' away from me
I'm know your alibis are watertight And you're where you say you are tonight But honey, I can tell I know the pattern much too well I don't fool so easily Slippin' away from me
Your telephone service says you're out again Somewhere, out there, you've got another rendezvous I know the way you work You'll be someplace where no one can check up on you You think you're in the clear but don't forget That's exactly the way we met
I'm sure your alibis are watertight And you're where you have to be tonight Whoa, oh, but I know you're slippin' away from me
I know your alibis are watertight And you're where you say you are tonight But honey, I can tell I know the pattern much too well I don't fool so easily Slippin' away from me
Is there someone I should know about? Tell me why do I have this doubt
I'm sure your alibis are watertight And you're where you have to be tonight Whoa, oh, but I know you're slippin' away from me
I know your alibis are watertight And you're where you say you are tonight But honey, I can tell I know the pattern much too well I don't fool so easily Slippin' away from me
I'm sure your alibis are watertight And you're where you have to be tonight Whoa, oh, but I know you're slippin' away from me ...
Where The Black-Eyed Susans Grow Composer(s): Dave Radford; Richard A. Whiting
I know a plain old fashioned farmhouse
down a pretty little lane Where yellow daisies make a pathway
to the fields of golden grain There a little girl is waiting where I found her years ago Something tells me that I'm welcome
where the Black-eyed Susans grow
Her daddy's just a plain old farmer, mother's just a farmer too they surely raised some pretty Daisy when they raised my little Sue You may have your pretty Roses, Violets and Pansies too you can keep your snow white Lilies, I will leave them all for you
I'm going back to a shack where the Black-eyed Susans grow I love 'em so they're all around on the ground where I found the one I know so long ago The honey bees all know I'm comin', I seem to hear them softly hummin' "You'll be losin' your little Susan, you'd better be getting busy buzzin' around" To stroll again down the lane to the plain old rustic seat will be a treat and then I'll bring out the ring for the finger of my sweet She's mighty sweet And when I'm tied to the pride of the country side maybe I'll introduce you to my corn fed bride when I come back from the shack where the Black-eyed Susans grow
Alibi Composer(s): Christopher Cross - Rob Meurer Performer(s): Christopher Cross
It's a calm wind blowing on my skin And I've been dreaming again Now that we're all here We can share these notes and all this madness We can talk of innocence And of all the things we believe in
Is it an alibi Is it the reason why Is it the way we really feel inside Set it free
The magic of those nights brings me closer to that light That helps me see the path ahead of me I can feel that something A hint of mystery A trace of dare To live the truth I hide somewhere
Daybreak In a place I've known before Will I find me behind that final door
I can hear the footsteps of the past I can feel the thunder and it's coming fast I'm gonna spend some time with the moon Pour myself a glass of midnight Keep myself in tune
Is it an alibi Is it the tears I cry Is it the way I see it through your eyes
The magic of those nights brings me closer to that light That helps me see the path ahead of me I can feel that something A hint of mystery A trace of dare To live the truth I hide somewhere
Ali Baba's Camel Composer(s): Noel Gay Performer(s): Cicely Courtneidge; The Bonzo Dog Band
You've heard of Ali Baba Forty thieves had he Out for what we all want Lots of LSD He also had a camel Stole it from a zoo How he loved the camel, and the camel loved him too Oh, how the how the camel loved Ali Ba(r)Ba(r)!
Ali Baba's camel loved Ali Baba so No matter where he went to, that camel had to go Some say that he's in heaven, but this I know is true Wherever you think Ali has gone, his camel's gone there too
(oh, buddy cam-ee)
Crossing the equator, oooo, how hot it was Poor old Ali Baba cursed and swore, because He was so very thirsty, and everybody knows It's horrible to walk for miles with sand between your toes Oh, how the camel loved Ali Baba... brrrrr!
Ali Baba's camel turned 'round and licked his hand He said, "Oh, Ali Baba, I surely understand" "We must find an oasis and get a drink somehow" "But, hark! I hear the temple bells! They'll all be open now"
They entered for the races at the desert sports There goes Ali's camel in his filthy cotton shorts The starter cracked his pistol off the camel's head Ali Baba's camel wins by half a camel's hair Hey Ali Baba, Hey Ali Baba Your camel loves you! Your camel loves you!
Ali Baba's camel had run for miles and miles His tail was pointing backwards That's how a camel smiles But Ali and his camel, they both were out of breath They'd run so far, they laughed so much They laughed themselves to death
Oh! Gather 'round the campfire! Sing a rondelet! But don't sing out of tune, though ('Cause eggs are cheap today!) Sing of Ali Baba Sing about his men Sing about his camel, and then sing it all again Oh, how the camel loved Ali Baba
Ali Baba's camel loved Ali Baba so No matter where he went to, that camel had to go Some say that he's in heaven, but this I know as well Wherever you think Ali has gone, his camel's gone to
Where No Cabins Fall Composer(s): Nolan Jeffress Performer(s): The Country Gentlemen; Chestnut Grove Quartet; Rhonda Vincent
As my mind wanders back to the quaint little shack Where in childhood I used to play There with mother and dad, we were happy and glad As we whiled the sweet moments away We would all kneel in prayer and in reverence there We would praise the redeemer on high Now in sadness I pine for that old home of mine And I long for that mothers love
(Chorus)
Id like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack Id like to spend a day where in heaven forever Ill stay But time wont turn back; we must travel till Jesus shall call Then well be happy in that land where no cabins fall
Though I drifted away from childhoods sweet play I can still hear those voices sweet They are calling me back to that quaint little shack Where the circle will never more meet But til that happy day, up in heaven they say We will praise the redeemer on high Now in sadness I pine for that old home of mine And I long for that mothers love
(Chorus)
Id like to go back to that quaint little tumble-down shack Id like to spend a day where in heaven forever Ill stay but time wont turn back; we must travel til Jesus shall call Then well be happy in that land where no cabins fall
Ali ist ein Türkenjunge aus Hamburg hier geboren doch wo gehört er eigentlich hin? Dauernd gibt man ihm so ein Gefühl als müßte er sagen "Entschuldigen Sie, daß ich geboren bin" Ali trifft sein Mädchen in dunklen Läden Sie nimmt ihn nie mit zu sich nach Haus Sie sagt "Mein Alter, mit dem kann man leider nicht reden der hat so Müllsprüche darauf wie 'Kanacken raus!'" Und er denkt an das Land seiner Eltern das er nur von Bildern kennt und vom Fernsehen das Land das sein Vater die echte Heimat nennt Istanbul, das Schwarze Meer am Bahnhof schaut er den Zügen hinterher Doch wahrscheinlich in Ankara hätte er Heimweh nach Hamburg-Altona So sitzt er mit den Gefühlen zwischen den Stühlen umgeben von Gettomauern isoliert wie im Knast Und trotzdem, Ali, ist das hier dein Zuhause Heimat ist einfach da, wo du Freunde hast und da wo du herkommst wo eins nur wichtig ist daß du ein guter Kumpel bist
À Propos De Pommier Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Hubert Giraud Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Un jour le bon Dieu Le front soucieux Se dit: "Mon vieux Ton grand ciel bleu N'a rien de rose Plus j'y réfléchis Plus je me dis Qu'il manque ici Un paradis Ou autre chose" Il fit tant et bien Avec ses mains Et presque rien En un peu moins D'une semaine Il avait créé Les champs, les prés L'hiver, l'été Et aussi les Formes humaines Il les convoqua Leur dit: "Voilà Avec tout ça Vous n'avez qu'à Vivre tranquilles Je vous en fais don Tout y est bon Mais attention À condition D'être dociles Et de me faire la promesse De ne pas toucher au pommier Non, de ne pas toucher au pommier Non, de ne pas toucher au pommier"
Le bon Dieu parti Adam se dit Ben mon ami T'es mieux ici Qu'dans une usine T'as une poupée Une beauté Qui est roulée Comme pour tourner À la Goldwine Et ce brave Adam Passait le temps En souriant Béatement Comm' bien des hommes Sans avoir idée Que sa moitié Puisse flirter Avec un r'pré- -sentant en pommes Ev' trouvait charmant Et affolant Ce beau Tarzan Nommé Serpent Dit à sornettes Qui sut l'envoûter La fasciner Lui fair' croquer Dans la pomme et Perdre la tête Au point d'oublier sa promesse De ne pas toucher aux pommiers Non, de ne pas toucher aux pommiers Non, de ne pas toucher aux pommiers
Tout commence ici Eve en folie Prit un beau fruit Et le tendit À son p'tit homme Et ce brave Adam Toujours confiant A belles dents Mordit dedans Comme une pomme Lorsque Dieu l'appris Avec mépris Il leur a dit Plus d'Paradis Je vous condamne À vivre et lutter À travailler Hiver, été Et tout ça c'est À caus' d'un' femme C'est ainsi depuis Que va la vie Meme aujourd'hui L'homme est trahi Dans l'ignorance Et le vieux pommier Presqu'oublié Est remplacé Par le pêché De complaisance Car les femm's tiennent leur promesse De ne pas toucher aux pommiers Non, de ne pas toucher aux pommiers Car, ell's préfèr'nt goûter au pêché
C'est si doux, c'est si doux De goûter au pêché C'est si doux, c'est si doux De goûter au pêché De goûter au pêché
Where Love Has Gone Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; James Van Heusen Performer(s): Bobby Darin; Jack Jones; Newell Oler
There must be a place, a place where love has gone A bright, shiny world, somewhere where love has gone Where dreams and desires as cold as yesterday's fires Start to blaze anew
There must be a star gleaming in space That doesn't grow dim with each last embrace They say love's gone when it goes And I'm naïve I suppose
There may not be such a place, there may not be such a star But still my fool of a heart just leads me on It wants to be there, there with you Where love has gone To that bright and shiny world where love has gone To that gone forever world where love has gone
Alguna Vez Voy A Ser Libre Composer(s): Fito Páez Performer(s): Fito Páez
No soy un pez ni un arlequín ni un extranjero no tengo edad para morir vamos al cielo no voy a esperar alguna vez voy a ser libre libre mi amor como el amor como quisiste
Voy silbando bajo y siento tu vos así una sirena de ambulancia voy quedando solo cada vez mas así que mi corazón ya no me basta veo el reloj veo las 6 voy hasta el baño ya amaneció y cerca de aquí como en el barro tengo que hacer tengo que dar no que des vueltas ya anocheció y cerca de aquí tengo las pruebas
Panorama para y para vos por el por los que fueron y vinieron panorama enfermo en contradicción y yo yo ya estoy listo como un perro tengo un pasaporte en el bolsillo para irme de acá ohh tengo una canción en la cabeza y no puedo parar tengo que salir de la reforma de resucitar creo que estoy cerca mientras vos te alejas mas y mas ahhh ahh
Porque yo no tengo mapa de este mundo porque yo doy vueltas sobre el mismo punto porque yo no tengo mapa de este mundo no tengo mapa de este mundo no
Where Is Your Heart? (aka The Song From Moulin Rouge)
((Danish Version: Hvor Er Dit Hjerte (Sangen Fra Moulin Rouge) (Gustav Winckler) - 1953))
Composer(s): William Engvick - Georges Auric
First performance by: Muriel Smith - 1952
Covered by multiple other artists
Whenever we kiss I worry and wonder Your lips may be near But where is your heart?
It's always like this I worry and wonder You're close to me here But where is your heart?
It's a sad thing to realize That you've a heart that never melts When we kiss, do you close your eyes Pretending that I'm someone else?
You must break the spell This cloud that I'm under So please won't you tell Darling, where is your heart?
Alguien se vuelve sobre mi quejosa soledad algún respiro alguien me da con despreocupación Forcado sobre mis papeles no he reparado, viene un alguien que se va...
Alguien es sólo un buen objeto una mirada, un buen recuerdo a veces es un candil o un camisón de dormir una cigarra un nuevo cielo una palabra desde lejos alguien lo es todo a la vez y todo pasa después
Mas yo sé que alguien me buscó tanteando un baño gris Yo sé que alguien suavizó mi forma de vivir Y esta querida tempestad que en mi bolsillo va sufriendo por la luz
Alguien es sólo un buen objeto una mirada, un buen recuerdo a veces es un candil o un camisón de dormir una cigarra un nuevo cielo una palabra desde lejos alguien lo es todo a la vez y todo pasa después
