Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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There's a man in the funny papers we all know (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) He lives 'way back a long time ago (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) He don't eat nothin' but a bear cat stew (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Well, this cat's name is-a Alley-Oop (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He got a chauffeur that's a genuwine dinosawruh (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) And he can knuckle your head before you count to fawruh (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
He got a big ugly club and a head fulla hairuh (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Like great big lions and grizzly bearuhs (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) (Alley-Oop) He's the toughest man there is alive (Alley-Oop) Wearin' clothes from a wildcat's hide (Alley-Oop) He's the king of the jungle jive (Look at that cave man go!!)
He rides thru the jungle tearin' limbs offa trees (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Knockin' great big monstahs dead on their knees (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) The cats don't bug him cuz they know bettah (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Cuz he's a mean motah scootah and a bad go-gettah (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) (Alley-Oop) He's the toughest man there is alive (Alley-Oop) Wears clothes from a wildcat's hide (Alley-Oop) He's the king of the jungle jive (Look at that cave man go!!)
Thair he goes, (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Look at that cave man go (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) He sure is hip ain't he (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Like what's happening (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) He's too much (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Ride, Daddy, ride (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Hi-yo dinosawruh (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Ride, Daddy, ride (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Get 'em, man (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop) Like--hipsville (Alley-Oop, oop, oop, oop-oop)
The night is young and love is new The night will dring me close to you The music playing sweet My heart will skip a beat
To hold you in my arms tonight Will fill my heart with great delight Tonight's a night for love It's love that I'm thinking of
Wine brings the rosiest glow Wine makes your troubles all go Wine warms the night desire Exciting your mind with its fire Then for spice, women really are nice Soft music will melt the ice
Wine, loving women and song You try it, you'll never go wrong Find wine exciting and women inviting Your troubles, like bubbles Will vanish in song Music and dancing, and wine and romancing You might as well smile, you only live a while
Time is so fleeting, all problems repeating You'll find yourself greeting Each day with a frown If you would beat it, a few things are needed Just wine and fine women and a little song
Life's a game we must play Ev'ry day of the year Might as well play the game With the best of good cheer
Vintage wine brings relief From the cares of the day Play it smart, cares depart With a sparkling glass of wine
Glasses up, glasses up Here's to happiness Drink a toast, drink a toast Drink to loveliness
Glasses up, live it up, now Before time has flown Gaily laugh, Gaily sing Let your voices ring You will find, sips of wine Will contentment bring
Now's the time Nothing can go wrong Here's to wine, women and song
Wine Me Up Composer(s): Faron Young; Billy Deaton Performer(s): Gary Allan; and various other artists
I'm the center of attention in this bar room 'Cause I've got the biggest heartache of the year And each night those swingin` doors reach out to me and draw me in 'Cause they know each night that I'll be back to wine me up again
Chorus: Wine me up turn me on and watch me cry for you Lately drinkin` warm red wine is all I want to do I never know how tight I'll wine me up 'til I walk in I don't care cause I'll be back to wine me up again
I'd like to thank the folks who raise the grapes way up in California And I'm hopin this will be their biggest year 'Cause scarlet waters all that's left to keep me hangin on That's why I'll try to wine me up each day and night next year
Alles Kan Een Mens Gelukkig Maken Performer(s): René Froger
Ik kan niet zeggen dat ik iets tekort kom Geen idee, geen benul wat de smaak van honger is Als ik geen zin heb om te koken Dan loop ik even naar de markt voor een moot gebakken vis Als ik morgen geen zin heb om te werken Dan stel ik al het werk tot overmorgen uit En als de kleuren van m'n huis me irriteren Dan vraag ik of de buurman 't vandaag nog overspuit
Een eigen huis Een plek onder de zon En altijd iemand in de buurt Die van me houden kon Toch wou ik dat ik net iets vaker Iets vaker simpelweg gelukkig was
Een eigen huis Een plek onder de zon En altijd iemand in de buurt Die van me houden kon Toch wou ik dat ik net iets vaker Iets vaker simpelweg gelukkig was
Ik kan niet zeggen dat ik iets tekort kom Geen idee, geen benul wat gebrek aan liefde is Vandaag kocht ik m'n derde videorecorder Van nu af aan is er dus geen proggramma dat ik mis M'n vader en m'n moeder zijn nog allebei in leven Dankzij hun heb ik een fijne jeugd gehad En voordat jij en ik vanavond vroeg onder de wol gaan Gaan we met z'n tweeën drie keer uitgebreid in bad
Een eigen huis Een plek onder de zon En altijd iemand in de buurt Die van me houden kon Toch wou ik dat ik net iets vaker Iets vaker simpelweg gelukkig was Een eigen huis Een plek onder de zon En altijd iemand in de buurt Die van me houden kon Toch wou ik dat ik net iets vaker Iets vaker simpelweg gelukkig was
Ja alles, alles kan een mens gelukkig maken Een zingende merel, de geur van de zee Ja alles, alles kan een mens gelukkig maken De zon die doorbreekt, een vers kopje thee
Een eigen huis Een plek onder de zon En altijd iemand in de buurt Die van me houden kon Toch wou ik dat ik net iets vaker Iets vaker simpelweg gelukkig was Een eigen huis Een plek onder de zon En altijd iemand in de buurt Die van me houden kon Toch wou ik dat ik net iets vaker Iets vaker simpelweg gelukkig was Een eigen huis Een plek onder de zon En altijd iemand in de buurt Die van me houden kon Toch wou ik dat ik net iets vaker Iets vaker simpelweg gelukkig was
Wine Into Water Composer(s): T. Graham Brown; Bruce Burch; Ted Hewitt Performer(s): T. Graham Brown; and various other artists
You've heard a multitude of prayers on my behalf I pray that one more is not too much to ask I've tried to fight this battle by myself But it's a war that I can't win without your help
Chorus: To-night I'm as low as any man can go I'm down and I can't fall much farther And once upon a time you turned the water into wine Now on my knees I'm turning to you father Could you help me turn the wine back into water
So many times I've hurt the ones I love I pushed them to the edge of giving up They've stood by me but how much can they stand If I don't put this bottle in you hands
Chorus: To-night I'm as low as any man can go I'm down and I can't fall much farther And once upon a time you turned the water into wine Now on my knees I'm turning to you father Could you help me turn the wine back into water
I shook my fist at heaven for all the hell that I've been through Now I'm beggin' for forgiveness and a miracle from you, cause To-night I'm as low as any man can go I'm down and I can't fall much farther And once upon a time you turned the water into wine Now on my knees I'm turning to you father Could you help me turn the wine back into water Could you help me turn the wine back into water
Es schwingt sich ein die, die Monarchie Die Kais'rin sie zeigt, ihr Knie wie nie Das Kerzenlicht ein, Spiegel verbricht's Außer der Krone, der Krone trägt sie nichts - Die Tiefs im Hoch, im überwieg'n Alles beim Alten von Alt-Wien bis hin nach Neu-Berlin - Großberlin
Laß' ihre Hand Deinem Herzen sieg'n Die Positionen bleiben streng verschieg'n Alles Im Liegen
Mit Puls im Bauch am Am inner - Blues schwer drauf - Die Zeremonienmeisterin klärt Dich auf - Ihre Hände - Messen dann dem Mann Unter Bandagen - Das Low-light Psychoprogramm - Die Diagnose dann -
Suburban Partisan
Aber wann?
Wird ihre Hand Nur Dein Herz besieg'n? Und was SIE hergibt Wird DIR wann verziehn? Verlebt vom Leben, hat's auch alles schon gegeben Vom Leben, was ist blieb'm?
Windy Night Composer(s): Chris de Burgh Performer(s): Chris de Burgh
When the angry sky, opens up its mouth And lays down a belt of rain from the north to the south Close your windows and close all your doors And pray for those men who fall upon rocky shores
And when the hungry road, points its finger at your heart And say "Stranger follow me, I will show you where to start" Well don't make a move, to the left or the right, or them Hounds are gonna get you, send you running, screaming through The stormy night
And one windy night, a flickering light caught the eye of a passing angel as she was in flight she came to the door, and there she saw a young soldier crying as he lay dying from a wound of war
Then that angel of the Lord, took the form of a girl And knelt by the boy and said "I will help you to that other world Oh rest your weary soul, lay your head upon my shoulder Press your trembling hand in mine until the night is over For that Devil wants you, but you are a soldier and with a friend by your side there's no need to hide until the fight is over..." Na na na na oh Lord on this windy night Na na na na oh Lord on this windy night
So if you need help, on a windy night be sure to leave a candle burning so a friend can see the light there may be a stranger come looking for you and it may be an angel of the Lord come to bring you better news
On a windy night... Na na na na oh Lord on this windy night... Oh hear me, hear me Lord oh Lord, on my windy night... Oh hear me Lord oh Lord on my windy night
Allergies Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Paul Simon
Maladies Melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies Remedies Still these allergies remain My hand can't touch a guitar string My fingers just burn and ache My head intercedes with my bodily needs And my body won't give it a break My heart can stand a disaster My heart can take a disgrace But my heart is allergic To the women I love And it's changing the shape of my face Allergies Allergies Something's living on my skin Doctor please Doctor please Open up it's me again I go to a famous physician I sleep in the local hotel From what I can see of the people like me We get better But we never get well So I ask myself this question It's a question I often repeat Where do allergies go When it's after a show And they want to get something to eat? Allergies Allergies Something's living on my skin Doctor please Doctor please Open up it's me again Maladies Melodies Allergies to dust and grain Maladies Remedies Still these allergies remain
Windy City Composer(s): Sammy Fain; Paul Francis Webster Performer(s): Doris Day
Boys, Chicagy's the biggest noise in Illinoise..... Listen...
I just blew in from the windy city The windy city is mighty purty But they ain't got what we got, no sirree They got shacks up to seven storeys Never see any morning glories But a step from our doorway We got 'em fer free
They've got those minstrel shows Purty ladies in the big chapeaus Private lawns, public parks For the sake of civic virtue They've got fountains there that squirt you
I just blew in from the windy city The windy city is mighty purty But they ain't got what we got. I'm telling you, boys, We got more life in Deadwood city than in all of Illinois!
On the street was a dancin' feller All dressed up in a suit of yeller Aand the dance that he did there Went somethin' like this...
Whistle! (whistling) More!
You shoulda seen me a-winder shopping A-winder shopping with eyes a-poppin' At the sights that you see there, yes sirree!
Press a bell and a moment later Up you go in an elevator Just as fast as a polecat a-climbin' a tree
I heard claim hundreds came To a thing they call a baseball game! Cigar stores, revolving doors Men wear sideburns and they oughter 'Cause a haircut costs a quarter
I just blew in from the windy city, The windy city is mighty purty But they ain't got what we got. I'm tellin' ya, boys I ain't a-swappin' half of Deadwood for the whole of Illinois!
Windy Composer(s): Ruthann Friedman Performer(s): The Association
Who's peekin' out from under a stairway Calling a name that's lighter than air Who's bending down to give me a rainbow Everyone knows it's Windy
Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smilin' at everybody she sees Who's reachin' out to capture a moment Everyone knows it's Windy
And Windy has stor-my eyes That flash at the sound of lies And Windy has wings to fly Above the clouds (above the clouds) Above the clouds (above the clouds)
And Windy has stor-my eyes That flash at the sound of lies And Windy has wings to fly Above the clouds (above the clouds) Above the clouds (above the clouds)
Who's tripping down the streets of the city Smilin' at everybody she sees Who's reachin' out to capture a moment Everyone knows it's Windy Everyone knows it's Windy Everyone knows.....]
Ne plus écrire enfin attendre le signal Celui qui sonnera doublé de mille octaves Quand passeront au vert les morales suaves Quand le Bien peignera la crinière du Mal
Quand les bêtes sauront qu'on les met dans des plats Quand les femmes mettront leur sang à la fenêtre Et hissant leur calice à hauteur de leur maître Quand elles diront: "Bois en mémoire de moi"
Quand les oiseaux septembre iront chasser les cons Quand les mecs cravatés respireront quand même Et qu'il se chantera dedans les hachélèmes La messe du granit sur un autel béton
Quand les voteurs votant se mettront tous d'accord Sur une idée sur rien pour que l'horreur se taise Même si pour la rime on sort la Marseillaise Avec un foulard rouge et des gants de chez Dior
Alors nous irons réveiller Allende Allende Allende Allende
Quand il y aura des mots plus forts que les canons Ceux qui tonnent déjà dans nos mémoires brèves Quand les tyrans tireurs tireront sur nos rêves Parce que de nos rêves lèvera la moisson
Quand les tueurs gagés crèveront dans la soie Qu'ils soient Président ci ou Général de ça Quand les voix socialistes chanteront leur partie En mesure et partant vers d'autres galaxies
Quand les amants cassés se casseront vraiment Vers l'ailleurs d'autre part enfin et puis comment Quand la fureur de vivre aura battu son temps Quand l'hiver de travers se croira au printemps
Quand de ce Capital qu'on prend toujours pour Marx On ne parlera plus que pour l'honneur du titre Quand le Pape prendra ses évêques à la mitre En leur disant: "Porno latin ou non je taxe"
Quand la rumeur du temps cessera pour de bon Quand le bleu relatif de la mer pâlira Quand le temps relatif aussi s'évadera De cette équation triste où le tiennent des cons Qu'ils soient mathématiques avec Nobel ou non C'est alors c'est alors que nous réveillerons
Alléluia Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Ils ont déjà mis leur costume Et leurs plus beaux souliers cirés Quand selon les us et coutumes Les cloches se mettent à sonner Chacun procède à sa manière Pour faire son vin ou ses enfants Mais c'est une toute autre affaire De réussir un enterrement
Alléluia alléluia alléluia alléluia
Il faut savoir devant l'église Battre en retraite prudemment En direction de Marie-Louise Qui vous démarre au petit blanc Voilà Pierrot et l'oncle Eugène La casquette comme étendard Le petit blanc devient douzaine Avec Léon Jules et Gaspard
Alléluia alléluia alléluia alléluia
Pour peu que le De Profundis Arrive un quart d'heure en retard On est au huitième pastis A la sortie du corbillard Et sur la route cahoteuse Comme il n'est pas loin de midi On se sent bientôt la dent creuse La mort vous met en appétit
Alléluia alléluia alléluia alléluia
Les saucissons fondent à vue d'oeil Les langues claquent avec entrain Souviens-toi du bois du cercueil Du frère de la tante au cousin Souviens toi des temps mémorables Qu'on n'a jamais pu égaler Où l'on resta trois jours à table A cause de trois macchabées
Alléluia alléluia alléluia alléluia
Mais dans ce monde de misère Le bonheur est vite enterré Il faut regagner sa chaumière Retrouver sa femme atterrée En voyant l'état du costume Et du bonhomme et des souliers A la maison comme de coutume Les cloches se mettent à voler
Winds Of The Old Days Composer(s): Joan Baez Performer(s): Joan Baez
The lady's adrift in a foreign land Singing on issues both humble and grand A decade flew past her and there on the page She read that the prince had returned to the stage Hovering near treacherous waters A friend saw her drifting and caught her Unguarded fantasies flying too far Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar
And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough Ghosts of my history will follow me there And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
Breath on an undying ember It doesn't take much to remember Those eloquent songs from the good old days That set us to marching with banners ablaze But reporters, there's no sense in prying Our blue-eyed son's been denying The truths that are wrapped in a mystery The sixties are over so set him free
And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough Ghosts of my history will follow me there And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
Why do I sit the autumnal judge Years of self-righteousness will not budge Singer or savior, it was his to choose Which of us knows what was his to lose Because idols are best when they're made of stone A savior's a nuisance to live with at home Stars often fall, heroes go unsung And martyrs most certainly die too young
So thank you for writing the best songs Thank you for righting a few wrongs You're a savage gift on a wayward bus But you stepped down and you sang to us
And get you down to the harbor now Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair
La jeunesse est turbulente Insolente Mais souvenez-vous Vous les gens devenus sages Qu'à votre âge Vous étiez comme nous Tout comme nous pressés de vivre Et de suivre Le chemin de vos joies Alors pourquoi jeter la pierre Laissez faire Tout ça se calmera
Alléluia! Alléluia! Nos vingt ans N'ont qu'un temps Laissons-les brûler Alléluia ! Alléluia ! Le ciel donne Ce qu'il nous donne Pour en profiter
Nous avons l'âge où l'on crève Pour des rêves Peut-être insensés L'âge ou l'on refait le monde Que l'on fonde Sur de vagues idées On se voudrait invulnérable Intraitable Toujours le plus fort Faisant tout avec frénésie Notre vie Devient un corps à corps
Alléluia! Alléluia! Nos vingt ans N'ont qu'un temps Laissons-les brûler Alléluia! Alléluia! Le ciel donne Ce qu'il nous donne Pour en profiter
Le passé qui règne encore On l'ignore Pour vivre au futur On se forge des idoles Et l'on colle Leurs photos sur nos murs C'est pour se prouver qu'on existe Qu'on résiste Aux lois établies Et pour que l'on s'extériorise On se grise De vitesse et de bruit
Alléluia! Alléluia! Nos vingt ans N'ont qu'un temps Laissons-les brûler Alléluia! Alléluia! Le ciel donne Ce qu'il nous donne Pour en profiter
Et nos passions sont de même Quand on aime Tout est bouleversé Nos sentiments nous dépassent Et l'on passe Notre temps à rêver La vie prend une autre tournure On murmure Des mots simples et doux Car au fond on est romantique Ça explique Que l'on soit un peu fou
Alléluia! Alléluia! Nos vingt ans N'ont qu'un temps Laissons-les brûler Alléluia! Alléluia! Le ciel donne Ce qu'il nous donne Pour en profiter
Winds Of Change Composer(s): Vic Briggs; Eric Burdon; Barry Jenkins; Danny McCulloch; John Weider Performer(s): Eric Burdon & The Animals
There are winds of changes blowing Gathering leaves up in its path And the people who are the leaves Will remain in our hearts With love, till eternity
King Elmore was born So was Duke Ellington Jelly Roll made love Bessie Smith was created in heaven above Robert Johnson sang the blues Shick Webb did those things that only he could do Charlie Christian started a new thing And, oh my, how Billie Holiday could sing Alan Freed rock and rolled, Joe Turner's voice was very low B.B. King wailed Charlie Parker cried Louis Jordan smiled Ray Charles moaned Chuck Berry rock and rolled Fats Domino made me feel good Elvis Presley did things that no one thought he could
Then came the Beatles, Rolling Stones Whole new thing was going on Frank Zappa zapped Mamas and Papas knew where it was at They all listened to Ravi Shankar Now that we got Jimi Hendrix We know where we are (and Louis Jordan smiled ) And the winds of change go on blowing, blowing Gathering more and more leaves in its path As time goes past
Winds of change keep on blowing Winds of change keep on blowing Bob Dylan sang about the winds of change Blowing, it's all blowing, the winds of change
One early Christmas Eve, before Santa came A mouse snuck out of his little hole and licked a candy cane Before he could escape, he heard the sound of little hooves It was Santa's little reindeer, prancing on the roof
Down the chimney Santa came and stood before the mouse And asked him if he was the owner of the house The mouse was very pleased and held himself up tall Said, "I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall"
And I scurry "round by night, looking for a bite A little scrap of food, to take home to my wife Who lives with me inside the wall, with my children all Oh, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Well, Santa laughed so hard, a tear fell from his eye To see a mouse so proud, and not the least bit shy He said I can't recall, meeting one so brave and small As the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Santa wiped a joyful tear from his twinkling eye Then Santa asked the mouse, with what he could supply A fire truck, a tricycle, or a big red ball Anything at all for the mouse inside the wall
Oh, it would be so nice, if I could have a slice A little piece of pie, to take home to my wife Who lives with me inside the wall, with my children all Said the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Santa reached inside his pack, brought out a pie so small That it would even fit, within the mouse's tiny paw And every time you took a bite, it came back to it's all And gave it to the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Then Santa quickly filled the stockings hanging in a row And with a merry Christmas, up the chimney he did go The mouse then sang a song, as he ran off down the hall Sang, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
And I scurry 'round by night, looking for a bite A little scrap of food, to take home to my wife Who lives with me inside the wall, with my children all Oh, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall Oh, I am the little mouse, who lives inside the wall
Windows Composer(s): Kerry Livgren Performer(s): Kansas
Windows, to the world are what we're looking through Who knows, if what we find is true Seeing, is believing as some people say Knowing, is to get a better view
(Chorus) For the windows of the world Are never open all the way And the voices of the past Are not forgotten Till you leave it all behind you You will never see the day 'Cause your life is on the line
Tasting, of the wine of some forbidden fruit Reaping, the sorrows that we sow Reaching, to the stars will never bring us home Teaching, what we really could not know
(Chorus)
Touching, we are moving to the things we feel Trying, to be what we could never be Turning, if we'd only open up our hearts Yearning, for the things we cannot see
