Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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A Very Special Day Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein II Performer(s): Tommy Steele
Am I building something up that really isn't there? Do I make a big romance of a small affair? Should I be more practical, as friends would have me be? Being practical is very hard for me
I wake up each morning with a feeling in my heart That today will be a very special day I keep right on clinging to that feeling in my heart Till the winds of ev'ning blow my dreams away
Later on at bedtime, when my world has come apart And I'm in my far from fancy negligee With a piece of toast to munch And a nice hot cup of tea I begin to have a hunch That tomorrow's going to be a very special day for me
I wake up each morning with a feeling in my heart That today will be a very special day I keep right on clinging to that feeling in my heart Till the winds of ev'ning blow my dreams away
Wuthering Heights Italian Title: Cime Tempestose Performer(s): Kate Bush Originally performed by: Kate Bush
Covered by various other artists
Out on the wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me When I needed to possess you? I hated you I loved you, too
Bad dreams in the night They told me I was going to lose the fight Leave behind my wuthering, wuthering Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy Come home I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy Come home I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window
Ooh, it gets dark! It gets lonely On the other side from you I pine a lot I find the lot Falls through without you I'm coming back, love Cruel Heathcliff, my one dream My only master
Too long I roam in the night I'm coming back to his side, to put it right I'm coming home to wuthering, wuthering Wuthering Heights
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy Come home I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy Come home I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window
Ooh! Let me have it Let me grab your soul away Ooh! Let me have it Let me grab your soul away You know it's me--Cathy!
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy Come home I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window
Heathcliff, it's me--Cathy Come home I'm so cold! Let me in-a-your window
Ami Lointain Composer(s): Francis Lemarque - B. Mokroussov Performer(s): Yves Montand
Le cur d'une ville inconnue Se livre au hasard des rues J'étais l'étranger venu là pour un soir Et soudain j'ai croisé un regard Ce n'était rien rien qu'un passant Il m'a sourit sur mon chemin comme un ami Je ne sais pas pourquoi je garde encore l'image De ce visage plein de chaleur
Perdu dans la foule tranquille Je suis resté immobile Il s'est retourné un instant Et de loin j'ai pu voir s'agiter une main Ce n'était rien rien qu'un adieu Ou un bonjour donné de loin Là sur mon chemin Mais tous les mots n'auraient pu m'en dire davantage Que ce visage plein de chaleur
Ami lointain Je ne sais rien Ni de ta ville ni de ton nom Mais j'ai gardé Ton souvenir qui chante Encore dans ma mémoire Et la chaleur de ton regard
Wunga Bunga Boo Composer(s): Stanley; Alleyn Performer(s): George Formby
To take a trip on a great big ship One day I took the notion Yo-ho, (Yo-ho, Yo-ho) But the ship got wrecked which I didn't expect And it tipped me in the ocean Yo-ho, (Yo-ho, Yo-ho)
I swam around for umpteen weeks And reached a Zulu isle With the aid of a rope and a bar of soap I landed with a smile On Wunga Bunga Boo, on Wunga Bunga Boo
Where dressings not extensive And floors are not expensive The girls out there are really beauts And walk out in their bathing suits A string of beads and Russian boots In Wunga Bunga Boo
I heard a roar upon the shore And the chief said, "Pleased to meet you" Yo-ho, (Yo-ho, Yo-ho) And "You look" he said "like dairy fed It'll do us good to eat you" Yo ho, (Yo-ho, Yo-ho) "The last white meat we had to eat Was an old man lean and bald When cooked, we found that he didn't go round So we're very glad you called"
On Wunga Bunga Boo, on Wunga Bunga Boo While fighting Big Chief Coco He went and lost his Boko The doctor stuck it on quite pat But upside down, now fancy that He blew his nose and lost his hat In Wunga Bunga Boo
In Wunga Bunga Boo, in Wunga Bunga Boo An M.P. last September Got something to remember A lion chased him down the street And bit him during his retreat That's how he nearly lost his seat In Wunga Bunga Boo
Ami Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Ami cherche un autre ami perdu Dans l'immensité des nues Visages et corps inconnus Rêveur cherche à retrouver son ciel Du fond de la nuit appelle Son étoile maternelle Car il y a vingt ans un orage L'a fait tomber de mon nuage Et m'a laissé seul dans ce monde abandonné Au matin d'un lointain voyage Je suis tombé de mon nuage Je n'ai jamais senti la terre sous mes pieds Reviens, étoile aux plaines d'argent Reviens chercher ton enfant Avant qu'il ne soit géant Avant qu'il ne se brûle à un feu Qu'il ne se blesse à un jeu Avant qu'il ne soit trop vieux Car il y a vingt ans un orage L'a fait tomber de mon nuage Et m'a laissé seul dans ce monde abandonné Au matin d'un lointain voyage Je suis tombé de mon nuage Je n'ai jamais senti la terre sous mes pieds Il y a vingt ans un orage L'a fait tomber de mon nuage Et m'a laissé seul dans ce monde abandonné Au matin d'un lointain voyage Je suis tombé de mon nuage
Wrote A Song For Everyone Composer(s): John Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival; Johnny Rivers
Made myself a coming county welfare line I was feeling strung out Hung out on the line Saw myself a going, down to war in June All I want All I want is to write myself a tune
Wrote A Song For Everyone Wrote a song for truth Wrote A Song For Everyone And I couldn't even talk to you
Got myself arrested Wound me up in jail Richmond 'bout to blow up Communication failed If you see the answer, now's the time to say All I want All I want is to get you down to pray.
Wrote A Song For Everyone Wrote a song for truth Wrote A Song For Everyone And I couldn't even talk to you
Wrote A Song For Everyone Wrote a song for truth Wrote A Song For Everyone And I couldn't even talk to you
Saw the people standing thousand years in chains Somebody said it's different now, look, it's just the same Pharaohs spin the message, round and round the truth They could have saved a million people How can I tell you?
Wrote A Song For Everyone Wrote a song for truth Wrote A Song For Everyone And I couldn't even talk to you
Wrote A Song For Everyone Wrote a song for truth Wrote A Song For Everyone And I couldn't even talk to you
Wrote A Song For Everyone Wrote a song for truth Wrote A Song For Everyone And I couldn't even talk to you
Ami Composer(s): Eric Benzi Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Voir passer les nuages Grimper au sommet Remonter les rivières Retenir l'été S'inventer des mirages Tout recommencer Rester en arrière Ou passer le premier Devenir grand Sans jamais vieillir Boucler sa valise Trois, quatre et partir Dormir sous les étoiles Et rire gratuit Partager ses angoisses Et ses désirs aussi
Roulent, roulent toutes nos vies L'amour infidèle Et tourne, tourne tout ce qu'on dit S'il ne restait qu'un mot sur mes lèvres Ami
Boire aux mêmes lèvres Des sirènes d'un jour Et tomber par terre À chacun son tour Passer les frontières Et embrasser la rue Au hasard d'une bière Sur un pari perdu J'aurai les mêmes rides Sur le même côté Du côté de tes rires Du côté où tu es Et si la grande noire Viens pour t'emmener Au-delà des ombres Tu m'entendras crier
Roulent, roulent toutes nos vies L'amour infidèle Et tourne, tourne tout ce qu'on dit S'il ne restait qu'un mot sur mes lèvres Ami, ami
Tourne, tourne, tourne la vie Je serai le même Longue, longue et longue est la nuit Mais je te serai toujours fidèle Ami, ami, ami
Lime green, lime green and tangerine The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing Lime green and tangerine The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
Lime green, lime green and tangerine The sickly sweet colors of the snakes I'm seeing Lime green and tangerine The sickly sweet colors of the devil in my dreams
It gets to Friday I give you a call You know Im getting kind of worried She doesn't seem herself at all Lime green and a sickly kind of orange Ive never seen her like this before
I had the best laid plans this side of America Started out in church and finished with Angelica Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile
Can you dig it? Can you dig it? (Can you dig it?) Can you dig it?
I had the best-laid plans this side of America Started out in church and finished with Angelica And now I dig it in the dirt and Im down here for a while
You've got to make up your mind and make it soon Is there room in your life for one more trip to the moon? Is there room in your life for one more?
Burn red, red and gold The deep dark colors of the snakes I hold Burn red, burn red, burn red and gold The deep dark colors of the devil at home
She pulls me down just as Im trying to hide Grabs me by the hair and drags me outside and starts digging in the dirt for a not so early bird It's the only way for her to get the worm
I had the best laid plans this side of America Started out in church and finished with Angelica Red and blue soul with a snow-white smile
Can you dig it? Can you dig it? (Can you dig it?) Can you dig it?
I had the best-laid plans this side of America Started out in church and finished with Angelica And now I dig it in the dirt and Im down here for a while
Hello? Are you still there? Hello? Are you still there? Hello? Are you still there? And much too late . . . Sorry . . . wrong number Im sorry you have the wrong number "Yeah... sorry, wrong number"
Americano Composer(s): Raul Abramzon - Leonardo Schultz Performer(s): José Feliciano; Matt Monro
Con todo el sabor que traigo desde mi tierra le canto al amor y es fuego el canto de mis venas
Y así andaré por los caminos hermanos y así cantaré poniendo el alma en mis manos
Americano...Americano Americano...Americano Con el puro sentimiento voy cantando como el viento a mi gente la que siento Y así, y así, y así es él Americano...Americano Americano...Americano
Y quiero llegar a esas almas gemelas gozar la amistad y apaciguar nuestras penas
No importa el color y no me importa el idioma de un canto de amor todos perciben su aroma
Americano...Americano Americano...Americano Hoy te abrazo fiel amigo ante Dios, mi buen testigo y en mi canto te bendigo Y así, y así, y así es él Americano...Americano Americano...Americano
Americana Composer(s): Kathy Wakefield Performer(s): Dalida
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
L'avion se pose en silence Comme un goéland qui vient de France Sur la ville qui sommeille, l'ombre d'une statue ce réveille Du ciel gris de l'Atlantique, au soleil brûlant du Pacifique C'est une île qui vagabonde une lie jusqu'au beau milieu du monde
Americana, Americana C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver Americana, Americana, Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Manhattan, centième étage Accroché son cur dans les nuages Quand San-Francisco s'affolent Au rythmes des amours qui s'envolent On se saoule de musique Sur des mots souvent mélancolique Las-Vegas et ses machines Et ses filles sorties des magazines
Americana, Americana C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver Americana, Americana, Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
Et moi qui suis d'ici d'ailleurs de nul part Je refais souvent le voyage, ce voyage Depuis que j'ai vu l'Amérique Ces plages au parfums d'Acapulco Plongés d'avenues au numéros Et ses boulevards plus long que des villes Ces quartiers qui parle en Italien Restaurants Chinois ou Parisien Ou chacun retrouve un peu de son pays
Americana c'est un mot qui craque dans la nuit Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc
Americana, Americana C'est l'Amérique, qui fait rêver Americana, Americana Joue ta musique fais moi danser
Americana c'est un mot qui parle de géant Americana a la fureur de vivre en noir et blanc Americana c'est un peu de rêve et de folie Americana c'est un mot qui claque dans la nuit
Write Me A Letter Composer(s): Steven Tyler Performer(s): Aerosmith
Write Me A Letter Write Me A Letter Write it today I'm goin' away
Write Me A Letter Write Me A Letter Write it today I'm goin' away (yes it is)
Well I've been away forever Suicide's crossin' my mind Well I'll never, never, never, never, never Get so far behind I said, the ways of the night are evil Without that Lord of Day But I'll never, never, never, never, never get so far away
I said write me Write me Write me I said write me Write me Write me
Well there's nothin' I can see That'd ever make me Want to be without her She's good, she good to me Said there's no way to explain The kind of feelin' that you get out in the way She good, she good to me She good, she good to me See this emptyness inside will make me scream Make gonna know how She good, she good to me
I love her
Write Me A Letter Write Me A Letter Write it today I'm goin' away
Well I've been away forever Suicide's crossin' my mind Well I'll never, never, never, never, never get so far behind
Well I've been so many places Hidin' from the wind and the rain But you could write me a letter For to save me from goin' insane
I said write me Write me Write me A letter (what's inside?) Write me Write me Write me baby!!
American Woman Composer(s): Randy Bachman - Burton Cummings - Jim Kale - Garry Peterson First release by: The Guess Who - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
American Woman, stay away from me American Woman, mama let me be Don't come a hangin' around my door I don't wanna see your face no more I got more important things to do Than spend my time growin' old with you Now Woman, I said stay away American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay
American Woman, get away from me American Woman, mama let me be Don't come a knockin' around my door Don't wanna see your shadow no more Coloured lights can hypnotize Sparkle someone else's eyes Now Woman, I said get away American Woman, listen what I say-ay-ay-ay
American Woman, said get away American Woman, listen what I say Don't come a hangin' around my door Don't wanna see your face no more I don't need your war machines I don't need your ghetto scenes Coloured lights can hypnotize Sparkle someone else's eyes Now Woman, get away from me American Woman, mama let me be
Go, gotta get away, gotta get away now go, go, go I'm gonna leave you woman Gonna leave you woman Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye Bye-bye You're no good for me I'm no good for you Gonna look you right in the eye Tell you what I'm gonna do You know I'm gonna leave You know I'm gonna go You know I'm gonna leave You know I'm gonna go-o, woman I'm gonna leave you woman Goodbye American Woman Goodbye American chick
American Tune ((Italian Version: Canzone Italiana (by Bruno Lauzi) - 1973)) Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Paul Simon - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
Many's the time I've been mistaken And many times confused Yes, and often felt forsaken And certainly misused
Ah, but I'm all right, I'm all right I'm just weary to my bones Still you don't expect to be Bright and bon vivant So far away from home So far away from home
And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees
But it's all right, it's all right For we lived so well so long Still when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what's gone wrong I can't help it, I wonder what's gone wrong
And I dreamed I was dying And I dreamed that my soul rose unexpectedly And looking back down at me Smiled reassuringly
And I dreamed I was flying High up above my eyes could clearly see The Statue of Liberty Sailing away to sea And I dreamed I was flying
For we come on the ship they call the Mayflower Come on the ship that sailed the moon We come in the age's most uncertain hours and sing an American tune
Ah and it's all right it's all right, it's all right You can't be forever blessed Still tomorrow's going to be another working day And I'm trying to get some rest That's all, I'm trying to get some rest
American Pie ((aka The Saga Begins (by "Weird Al" Yankovic) - 1999)) Composer(s): Don McLean First release by: Don McLean - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
A long, long time ago I can still remember how that music used to make me smile And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver With every paper I'd deliver Bad news on the doorstep I couldn't take one more step
I can't remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride But something touched me deep inside The day the music died
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
Did you write the Book of Love And do you have faith in God above If the Bible tells you so Do you believe in rock 'n roll Can music save your mortal soul And can you teach me how to dance real slow
Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
I was a lonely teenage broncing buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died I started singing
Bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
Now for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But that's not how it used to be When the jester sang for the King and Queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me
Oh, and while the King was looking down The jester stole his thorny crown The courtroom was adjourned No verdict was returned And while Lennon read a book of Marx The quartet practised in the park And we sang dirges in the dark The day the music died We were singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
Helter Skelter in a summer swelter The Byrds flew off with a fallout shelter Eight miles high and falling fast It landed foul out on the grass The players tried for a forward pass With the jester on the sidelines in a cast
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume While the Sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band refused to yield Do you recall what was revealed The day the music died We started singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
Oh, and there we were all in one place A generation Lost in Space With no time left to start again So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'Cause fire is the Devil's only friend
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage My hands were clenched in fists of rage No angel born in hell Could break that Satan's spell And as the flames climbed high into the night To light the sacrificial rite I saw Satan laughing with delight The day the music died He was singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I'd heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn't play
And in the streets the children screamed The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died And they were singing
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry And them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die
They were singing bye-bye, Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee But the levee was dry Them good old boys were drinking whiskey and rye Singing this'll be the day that I die
Wrecking Ball Composer(s): Neil Young Originally performed by: Neil Young Covered by: Emmylou Harris
My life's an open book, you read it on the radio We've got no where to hide, we got no where to go But' if you still decide you want to take a ride
Meet me at the Wrecking ball Wrecking Ball, I'll wear something pretty and white And we'll go dancing tonight Meet me at the Wrecking Ball Wrecking Ball, I'll wear something pretty and white And we'll go dacing tonight
I see smokey eyes right across the bar I've seen that look before shining from star to star Though I can't take that chance If you've got time for one dance
The restless line of cars goes stretching down the road But I won't telephone çause you might say hello What is it makes me feel this way What is it makes me want to say
The Saga Begins ((Adapted from: American Pie (by Don McLean) - 1971)) Composer(s): Don McLean - "Weird Al" Yankovic Performer(s): "Weird Al" Yankovic - 1999
A long long time ago in a galaxy far away Naboo was under an attack And I thought me and Qui-Gon Jinn Could talk the Federation into Maybe cutting them a little slack But their response, it didn't thrill us They locked the doors and tried to kill us We escaped from that gas Then met Jar Jar and Boss Nass We took a bongo from the scene And we went to Theed to see the queen We all wound up on Tatooine That's where we found this boy...
Oh my my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Did you know this junkyard slave Isn't even old enough to shave But he can use the Force they say Ahh, do you see him hitting on the queen Though he's just nine and she's fourteen Yeah, he's probably gonna marry her someday Well, I know he built C-3PO And I've heard how fast his pod can go And we were broke, it's true So we made a wager or two He was a prepubescent flyin' ace And the minute Jabba started off that race Well, I know who would win first place Oh yes, it was our boy
We started singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Now we finally got to Coruscant The Jedi Council we knew would want To see how good the boy could be So we took him there and we told the tale How his midi-chlorians were off the scale And he might fulfill that prophecy Oh, the Council was impressed, of course Could he bring balance to the Force? They interviewed the kid Oh, training they forbid Because Yoda sensed in him much fear And Qui-Gon said, "Now listen here Just stick it in your pointy ear I still will teach this boy"
He was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
We caught a ride back to Naboo 'Cause Queen Amidala wanted to I frankly would've liked to stay We all fought in that epic war And it wasn't long at all before Little Hotshot flew his plane and saved the day And in the end some Gungans died Some ships blew up and some pilots fried A lot of folks were croakin' The battle droids were broken And the Jedi I admire most Met up with Darth Maul and now he's toast Well, I'm still here and he's a ghost I guess I'll train this boy
And I was singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi" We were singin'... My my, this here Anakin guy May be Vader someday later - now he's just a small fry And he left his home and kissed his mommy goodbye Sayin' "Soon I'm gonna be a Jedi"
Wreck Of The Hesperus Composer(s): Matthew Fisher; Keith Reid Performer(s): Procol Harum; John Tabacco
We'll hoist a hand becalmed upon a troubled sea 'Make haste to your funeral ' cries the Valkyrie We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea 'Here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery it calls to me And all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed No thoughts explained, no moments gained all hope forever lost One moment's space one moment's final fall from grace Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire
We'll hoist a hand becalmed upon a troubled sea I fear a mighty wave is threatening me We'll hoist a hand, or drown amidst this stormy sea 'Come follow after,' cry the humble 'You will surely see ...' But still for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed No moments gained, no thoughts explained all hope forever lost One moment's space one moment's final fall from grace Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire
