Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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What do you do when the people go home and what do you do when the show is all done I know what I'll do in the alone of my time but what will I do with the leftover wine
A line from a poem of my childhood has said that visions of sugarplums were gonna dance in my head I'll spend my whole life making the time rhyme but I'll still have a bowl of leftover wine I'll spend my whole life making the time rhyme and then I'll sing them a song of mine you know Ii'm gonna do anything - just to take up time 'cause I can't find a taker for the leftover wine
(and) what do you do when the people go home and what do you do when the show is all done I know what I'll do in the alone of my time but what will I do with the leftover wine I'm gonna spend my whole life making the time rhyme and then i'm gonna run to the people and I'll sing them a song of mine you know I'm gonna do anything - just to take up time 'cause I can't find a taker for the leftover wine
I'll drink some of yours If you'll drink all of mine because I can't stand the taste of that leftover wine and I'm gonna drink some of yours If you'll drink all of mine because I can't stand the taste of leftover wine and I'll drink some of yours If you'll drink all of mine I can't stand the taste of leftover wine
Bodhisattva Composer(s): Walter Becker; Donald Fagen Originally performed by: Steely Dan Covered by various other artists
Bodhisattva Would you take me by the hand Bodhisattva Would you take me by the hand Can you show me The shine of your Japan The sparkle of your China Can you show me Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva I'm gonna sell my house in town Bodhisattva I'm gonna sell my house in town And I'll be there To shine in your Japan To shine in your China Yes I'll be there Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva
Oh, I was left (Left) Right (Right) Out of your arms Oh, I was left (Left) Right (Right) Out of your charms My heart said eyes right (Right) Right from the start Now I am left, right (Right, left) Out of your heart
You said I was a cute Marine And I was so impressed You said of all the guys you knew That you loved me the best I gave you all my kisses Surrendered my two arms But time revealed you played the field And darling I was left (Left) Right (Right) Out of your arms Oh, I was left (Left) Right (Right) Out of your charms My heart said eyes right (Right) Right from the start Now I am left, right (Right, left) Out of your heart
You said to look you up, up, up When I got back to town But when I hit the city All you did was let me down I caught you with a sailor And, baby, though you said I'm merely warmin' up for you I figured I was left (Left) Right (Right) Out of your arms Oh, I was left (Left) Right (Right) Out of your charms My heart said eyes right (Right) Right from the start Now I am left, right (Right, left) Out of your heart
I called you on the telephone And you said, Billy dear You're being' mighty silly in believing all you hear You know I love you only So Billy save your breath But, since my name is Jimmy I knew that I was left (Left) Right (Right) Out of your arms Oh, I was left (Left) Right (Right) Out of your charms My heart said eyes right (Right) Right from the start Now I am left, right (Right, left) Out of your heart
Bocca Di Rosa French Title: Gueule De Rose Composer(s): Fabrizio de André Originally performed by: Fabrizio de André Covered by various other artists
La chiamavano bocca di rosa metteva l'amore metteva l'amore la chiamavano bocca di rosa metteva l'amore sopra ogni cosa Appena scese alla stazione del paesino di Sant'Ilario tutti si accorsero con uno sguardo che non si trattava di un missionario C'e' chi l'amore lo fa per noia chi se lo sceglie per professione bocca di rosa ne' l'uno ne' l'altro lei lo faceva per passione Ma la passione spesso conduce a soddisfare le proprie voglie senza indagare se il concupito ha il cuore libero oppure ha moglie E fu così che da un giorno all'altro bocca di rosa si tirò addosso l'ira funesta delle cagnette a cui aveva sottratto l'osso Ma le comari di un paesino non brillano certo d'iniziativa le contromisure fino al quel punto si limitavano all'invettiva Si sa che la gente da' buoni consigli sentendosi come Gesù nel tempio si sa che la gente da' buoni consigli se non può dare cattivo esempio Così una vecchia mai stata moglie senza mai figli, senza più voglie si prese la briga e di certo il gusto di dare a tutte il consiglio giusto E rivolgendosi alle cornute le apostrofò con parole acute: "Il furto d'amore sarà punito -disse- dall'ordine costituito" E quelle andarono dal commissario e dissero senza parafrasare "Quella schifosa ha già troppi clienti più di un consorzio alimentare" E arrivarono quattro gendarmi con i pennacchi con i pennacchi e arrivarono quattro gendarmi con i pennacchi e con le armi Il cuore tenero non e' una dote di cui sian colmi i carabinieri ma quella volta a prendere il treno l'accompagnarono malvolentieri Alla stazione c'erano tutti dal commissario al sagrestano alla stazione c'erano tutti con gli occhi rossi e il cappello in mano A salutare chi per un poco senza pretese, senza pretese a salutare chi per un poco portò l'amore nel paese C'era un cartello giallo con una scritta nera, diceva "Addio bocca di rosa con te se ne parte la primavera" Ma una notizia un po' originale non ha bisogno di alcun giornale come una freccia dall'arco scocca vola veloce di bocca in bocca E alla stazione successiva molta più gente di quando partiva chi manda un bacio, chi getta un fiore chi si prenota per due ore Persino il parroco che non disprezza fra un miserere e un'estrema unzione il bene effimero della bellezza la vuole accanto in processione E con la Vergine in prima fila e bocca di rosa poco lontano si porta a spasso per il paese l'amore sacro e l'amor profano
Left over biscuits, left over ham Left over gravy in an old fryin' pan Left over coffee, left over tea Now I'm all alone 'cause she done left over me
Well I asked my wife if I could go out with the boys Just a little party over at Jimmy Roy's She said "yes honey, you know that I don't care" But what I didn't tell her it was a three day afair
Left over biscuits, left over ham Left over gravy in an old fryin' pan Left over coffee, left over tea Now I'm all alone 'cause she done left over me
Then we went to a party over at my neighbors' home Me and my neighbor's wife in the kitchen all alone She was makin' biscuits while I was makin' time Caught in the act by that little old wife of mine
Left over biscuits, left over ham Left over gravy in an old fryin' pan Left over coffee, left over tea Now I'm all alone 'cause she done left over me
Left Of The Dial Composer(s): Paul Westerberg First release by: The Replacements - 1985 Covered by multiple other artists
Read about your band in some local page Didn't mention your name, didn't mention your name Sweet Georgia breezes, safe, cool and warm I headed up north, you headed north
On and on and on and on What side are you on? On and on and on and on What side are you on?
Weary voice that's laughin', on the radio once We sounded drunk, never made it on Passin' through and it's late, the station started to fade Picked another one up in the very next state
On and on and on and on What side are you on? On and on and on and on and...
Pretty girl keep growin' up, playin' make-up, wearin' guitar Growin' old in a bar, ya grow old in a bar Headed out to San Francisco, definitely not L.A. Didn't mention your name, didn't mention your name
And if I don't see ya, in a long, long while I'll try to find you Left of the dial
Bobby Sox To Stockings Composer(s): Dennis Di Cicco; Russ Faith; Clarence Kehner Performer(s): Frankie Avalon; Boris Gardiner
When a girl changes from bobby sox to stockings And she starts trading her baby toys for boys When that once-shy little sleepyhead Learns about love and its lilt You can bet that the change Is more than from cotton to silk
If a miss wants to be kissed instead of cuddled And to this you are in doubt as what to say When a girl changes from bobby sox to stockings Then she's old enough to give her heart away
When a girl changes from bobby sox to stockings And she starts trading her baby toys for boys When that once-shy little sleepyhead Learns about love and its lilt You can bet that the change Is more than from cotton to silk
If a miss wants to be kissed instead of cuddled And to this you are in doubt as what to say When a girl changes from bobby sox to stockings Then she's old enough to give her heart away
L'effet Que Tu Me Fais Composer(s): Edith Piaf - Marc Heyral Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Y a des gens qui savent exprimer La grandeur de leurs sentiments Moi je n'ai aucune facilité C'est une question d' tempérament
Je n' peux pas dire l'effet qu' tu m' fais Mais vrai: tu m' fais un drôle d'effet Ça commence là, ça passe par là Ça continue, et ça s'en va... Je m'demande où, ça je n' sais pas Mais ça revient, et ça remet ça Il n'y a qu'un remède pour calmer ça C'est quand tu me prends dans tes bras
T'as dans ta main ma ligne de chance Et dans tes yeux, mes jours heureux On peut bien dire que l'existence A des moments si merveilleux Que je m' demande si l' paradis Quoi qu'on en dise, est mieux qu'ici Si j' pouvais dire l'effet qu' tu m' fais Mais vrai : tu m' fais un drôle d'effet
Si tu veux savoir mon impression Notre amour c'est comme un peu d' blanc C'est beau l' blanc, mais c'est salissant Aussi j'y fais très attention
Je n' peux pas dire l'effet qu' tu m' fais Mais vrai : tu m' fais un drôle d'effet Ça commence là, ça passe par là Ça continue, et ça s'en va... Je m' demande où, ça je n' sais pas Mais ça revient, et ça remet ça Il n'y a qu'un remède pour calmer ça C'est quand tu me prends dans tes bras
Crois-tu vraiment qu'on a d' la chance De nous aimer et d'être heureux? Y a tant de gens dans l'existence Qui voudraient bien être amoureux T'as des façons de m' regarder Vraiment, t'as pas besoin d' parler Et si j' te fais l'effet qu' tu m' fais Ben vrai, on s' fait un drôle d'effet ...
Bobby Moto Composer(s): Miguel Mateos; Fernando Lupano Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
En aquella esquina fina orgullosamente stone con el casco en una mano y esa estúpida ambición de ganar minas, con su motor una mente congelada todo es artificial no le importa el folklore ni la gente del metal cuantos adornos por figurar uh! uh!
Cuando llega a su casa sin dinero, oliendo mal una madre paranoica lo quiere castigar Donde estuviste nene? Cuando estudias? pero quedate tranquilo no te van a condenar mientras andes a 200 se que nunca pesarás tu ideología es tan fugaz uh! uh!
Leezie Lindsay Composer(s): Robert Burns - Donald of the Isles - R. Andropolis Performer(s): Eddi Reader and multiple other artists
Will ye gang tae the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay? Will ye gang tae the Hielands wi' me? Will ye gang tae the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay, fair maid My bride and my darling tae be?"
"To gang to the Hielands wi' you, sir I dinna ken how that may be For I ken nae the land that ye live in, by troth Nor ken I the lad I'm gaun wi'"
"O, Leezie, lass, ye maun ken little If sae be ye dinna ken me For my name is Laird Ronald MacDonald, pledge I A chieftain o' high degree"
Then up bespak' Leezie's best woman A bonnie young lassie was she "Had I but a mark in my pocket, as ye It's Donald that I wad gang wi'"
She has kilted her coats o' green satin She has kilted them up tae her knee And she's aff and away wi' MacDonald, her Laird His bride and his darling tae be
He has led her high up on a mountain And bade her look over the sea "These isles ye behold are MacDonald's, my own And his bride and his darling are ye"
Au cur gris de la ville Assis sur un banc Le temps passe tout comme mon jean Mais il passe moins vite Que le temps d'avant Je mariais les villes à mes chemises Moi je parle autant de langue Que j'ai vécu d'années Autant de blé sur que le ciel a d'étoiles J'ai suivi les étoiles Lorsque je voyageais Avec Bobby Mc Gee à mes côtés Liberté veut souvent dire que L'on n'a rien à perdre Autrement, la liberté pour quoi faire? Et sur elle j'ai tout joué comme Tout comme à la Loterie Il n'y avait qu'un cur sur le tapis Quand on jouait moi et Bobby Mc Gee
J'ai dormis dans les bières De tous les bars du Monde Jusqu'à l'heure où les gens refont la vie Je n'en sortais qu'à l'aube Mais le cur au chaud J'allais retrouver Bobby Mc Gee Au cur gris de la ville Je l'ai laissée partir Chercher ce qu'elle cherchait comme une enfance J'échangerai l'avenir Pour un seul jour passé Avec Bobby Mc Gee à mes côtés Liberté veut souvent dire que L'on n'a rien à perdre Autrement, la liberté pour quoi faire? Et sur elle j'ai tout joué, tout joué Tout comme à la Loterie Il n'y avait qu'un cur sur le tapis Quand on jouait moi et Bobby Mc Gee
Léda Léda Composer(s): Michel Fugain - Roger Candy Performer(s): Michel Fugain
Léda Léda Léda Léda dam Léda Léda Léda Léda dam Vous m'avez presque tout donné À moi qui n'ai rien demandé Et vous m'avez dit que vous m'aimiez Léda Léda Léda Léda dam Vous m'aviez presque apprivoisé Mais je veux vivre et je m'en vais
Léda Léda Léda Léda dam Vous demandez pourquoi? Vous ne comprenez pas Ça ne vous dit rien Mais j'ai besoin de lumière Et de liberté Je m'en vais
Léda Léda Léda Léda dam Léda Léda Léda Léda dam Je sais que ce n'est pas gagné Ça coûte cher la liberté Ça n'a pas de prix Mais je paierai
Léda Léda Léda Léda dam La vie m'attend au coin du bois Et bien ce sera elle ou moi Léda Léda Léda Léda dam C'est vrai que j'ai peur Mais je m'en vais
Bobby Brown Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Frank Zappa; Mantra
Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown They say I'm the cutest boy in town My car is fast, my teeth is shiney I tell all the girls they can kiss my heinie Here I am at a famous school I'm dressin' sharp 'n' I'm Actin' cool
I got a cheerleader here wants to help with my paper Let her do all the work 'n' maybe later I'll rape her Oh God I am the American dream I do not think I'm too extreme An' I'm a handsome sonofabitch I'm gonna get a job 'n' be real rich
Women's Liberation Came creepin' across the nation I tell you people, I was not ready When I f*... this dyke by the name of Freddie She made a little speech then, Aw, she tried to make me say when She had my balls in a vice, but she left the dick I guess it's still hooked on, but now it shoots too quick
Oh God I am the American dream, But now I smell like Vaseline An' I'm a miserable sonofabitch Am I a boy or lady...I don't know which
So I went out 'n' bought me a leisure suit I jingle my change, but I still kinda cute Got a job doin' radio promo An' none of the jocks can even tell I'm a homo Eventually me 'n' friend Sorta drifted along into S&M I can take about an hour on the tower of power 'Long as I gets a little golden shower
Oh God I am the American dream With a spindle up my butt till it makes me scream An' I'll do anything to get ahead I lay awake nights sayin'; "Thank you, Fred!" Oh God, Oh God, I'm so fantastic! Thanks to Freddie, I'm a sexual spastic And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now; I'm goin' down And my name is Bobby Brown Watch me now; I'm goin' down
Le jeune homme écrivait
penché sur l'écritoire
éclairé de la rue par une aurore avarre
et les mots se suivaient comme le fil des ans
sans jamais s'arrêter un instant
le jeune écrivait
penché sur sa mémoire
le visage éclairé d'une lueur d'espoir
et les mots se posaient comme le font les flammands
dans sa tête et sur le papier blanc
et les mots se posaient comme le font les flammands
sans jamais hésité un instant
Et le monde tournait pourtant
et le mondee tournait pourtant
Le bonhomme écrivait
penché sur l'écritoire
le soleil en tombant désséchait l'encre noir
mais les phrases coulaient comme autant de torrents
sans jamais se tarrir un instant
le bonhomme écrivait
penché sur son histoire
ses rêves d'autres vies ses rêves d'autres gloires
et les mots racontaient le fil d'un autre temps
dans sa tête et sur le paier blanc
et les mots racontaient le fil d'un autre temps
sans jamais se tromper d'un instant
Et le monde tournait pourtant
et le monde tournait pourtant
Le vieil homme écoutait
courbé sur son grimoire
le regard fatigué dans la pâleur du soir
mais les mots se taisaient comme le font les tourments
sans jamais disparaître vraiment
puis enfin il dormait
tombé sur l'écritoire
éclairé de la rue par une aurore avarre
et les mots s'envolaient comme le font les flammands
de sa tête et de son papier blanc
et les mots s'envolaient comme le font les flammands
sans qu'ils sachent ni pour qui ni pour quand
Et le monde tournait pourtant
et le monde tournait pourtant
Bobby Composer(s): Davis; Porter Performer(s): Neil Scott
(Oh, Bobby, oh-oh, Bobby) (Come back to me)
A lonely teenage girl was in the hospital She lay there unconscious in her bed The doctors had done all they could Now they could only wait She tossed and turned, but all she ever said
(Oh-oh-oh) was "Bobby (Bobby) Oh-oh, Bobby ("Where are you, darling?") Oh, Bobby, come back to me
The doctors said she seemed to lack the will to live They said the boy called Bobby must be found But what the doctors didn't know Is they had had a fight Till someone told them Bobby had left town
The doctors felt that there was little hope for her But true love had never really died And suddenly when all seemed lost Every prayer came true 'Cause there was Bobby kneeling by her side
Oh-oh-oh, Bobby ("I'm here darling") (Oh-oh, Bobby) ("I'll never leave you again") Oh, Bobby, come back to me
(Oh, babe, oh-oh-oh, Bobby) Come back to me Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby ......)
L'éclusier Composer(s): Jacques Brel First release by: Jacques Brel - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1989 - The Lockman (by Marc Almond) 1998 - De Sluiswacht (by Luc De Vos)
Les mariniers Me voient vieillir Je vois vieillir Les mariniers On joue au jeu Des imbéciles Où l'immobile Est le plus vieux Dans mon métier Même en été Faut voyager Les yeux fermés
Ce n'est pas rien d'être éclusier
Les mariniers Savent ma trogne Ils me plaisantent Et ils ont tort Moitié sorcier Moitié ivrogne Je jette un sort À tout c'qui chante Dans mon métier C'est en automne Qu'on cueille les pommes Et les noyés
Ce n'est pas rien d'être éclusier
Dans son panier Un enfant louche Pour voir la mouche Qui est sur son nez Maman ronronne Le temps soupire Le chou transpire Le feu ronchonne Dans mon métier C'est en hiver Qu'on pense au père Qui s'est noyé
Ce n'est pas rien d'être éclusier
Vers le printemps Les marinières M'font des manières De leur chaland J'aimerais leur jeu Sans cette guerre Qui m'a un peu Trop abimé Dans mon métier C'est au printemps Qu'on prend le temps De se noyer
Bob Wills Is Still The King Composer(s): Waylon Jennings Performer(s): Waylon Jennings; Clint Black
Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone I grew up on music that we called western swing It don't matter who's in Austin, Bob Wills is still the king
Lord I can still remember, the way things were back then In spite of all the hard times, I'd live it all again To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king
You can hear the Grand Ol' Opry in Nashville Tennessee It's the home of country music, on that we all agree But when you cross that ol' Red River hoss that just don't mean a thing 'Cause once you're down in Texas, Bob Wills is still the king
Well if you ain't never been there then I guess you ain't been told That you just can't live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul It's the home of Willie Nelson, the home of western swing He'll be the first to tell you, Bob Wills is still the king
The Lockman ((Adapted from: L'éclusier (by Jacques Brel) - 1968)) ((Dutch Version: De Sluiswacht (by Luc De Vos - 1998)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Paul Francis Buck Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989
The bargemen see Me growing old I see the bargemen Aging too We play the game Of Tom Fools Where the one Who still is oldest In my work Even in summer He must travel WIth eyes clossed It's not nothing Being a lockman The barge men know My bloated face They joke with me That's there mistake Half sorcerer Half drunkard I cast a spell On all that sings In my work In autumn We gather fruit And the drowned It's not nothing Being a lockman
In his basket A baby squirms To watch the fly On his nose Mama moans And time frets Cabbage sweats And fires groan In my work In winter We think of the father Who drowned himself It's not nothing Being a lockman Towards the spring The barge women Feign and gloat From their boat I'd like their games But for that war That he leaves me Somewhat damaged In my work In the spring One takes the time To drown self
Bob White (Whatcha Gonna Swing Tonight?) Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Bernie Hanighen Performer(s): Benny Goodman and various other artists
I was talkin' to the whippoorwill He says you got a corny trill Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight? I was talkin' to the mocking bird He says you are the worst he's heard Bob White! Whatcha gonna swing tonight?
Even the owl-tells me you're foul Singin' those lullaby notes Don't be a bring down If you can swing down Gimme those high notes
There's a lotta talk about you, Bob and they're sayin' you're "off the cob" Fake it, Mister B Take it, follow me, Bob white We're gonna break it up tonight
