Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lisbon Antigua Composer(s): Amadeu do Vale - José Galhardo Performer(s): Mitch Miller and multiple other artists
I gave my heart to you in old Lisbon that night Under the spell of your charms I felt your arms hold me so tight `Twas heaven to find such bliss in each kiss I lost my heart but I found one so true In old Lisbon with you
It happened one night in Portugal Lisbon was gay in the moonlight The stars were shining above When I found you, my love What is this strangeness, this splendor All this myst'ry that makes me surrender?
Mademoiselle De Paree French & German Title: Mademoiselle De Paris Composer(s): Paul Durand; Henri Contet; Eric Maschwitz Performer(s): Percy Faith and various other artists
Oh la la, there's Mademoiselle de Paree Light of heart, fancy free She's the spirit of Spring in Paris
When you stroll down the Rue de la Paix On a beautiful morning in May It is heaven on earth, you'll agree Just to meet Mademoiselle de Paree
She's got a style, famous in town Even her smile goes with her gown Bonjour Mademoiselle, bon appétit (*) Comme tu es belle, that means you're sweet
She's so chic and adorable No one think it deplorable When men all turn around just to see Mademoiselle de Paree
You bet girls get a kick from her Learn each cute little trick from her In their hearts they would all like to be Mademoiselle de Paree
Light of heart, fancy free She's the spirit of Spring in Paris
She has clothes with a zing to 'em She's got curves and they cling to 'em Sheer silk stockings and shoes number three Mademoiselle de Paree
When she frowns there's disdain in it But her smile has champagne in it She breaks hearts and collects the débris Mademoiselle de Paree
Oh, la la Ah, oui oui So you better look out in Paree
What a style and that smile I walk a mile, just to see Mademoiselle de Paree She's the one girl for me Mademoiselle de Paree
Lisa, Listen To Me Composer(s): David Clayton-Thomas - Dick Halligan Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears
Once a girl I knew, all alone and unprepared Everyone she knew, runnin' scared Then she found him or maybe he found her His were gentle words she had never heard before
He said, "Lisa, listen to me Don't you know where you belong? Darling, Lisa, you can tell me... You've been silent for too long"
Once another man took her on a younger day All a young girl can do is pray Then she found him or maybe he found her His were gentle words she had never heard before She had never heard before
He said, "Lisa, listen to me Don't you know where you belong? Darling, Lisa, you can tell me... You've been silent for too long"
He said, "Lisa, listen to me Don't you know where you belong? Darling, Lisa, you can tell me... You've been silent for too long"
Then she found him or maybe he found her His were gentle words she had never heard before She had never heard before
Lisa Says Composer(s): Lou Reed Performer(s): The Velvet Underground
Lisa says that it's allright When she meets me alone at night Lisa says that she has a fun And she'll do it with just about anyone
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says Lisa says that she's on the run Looking for a special one Lisa says that every time she makes his trip She knows her heart will beat
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says Looking for a part and some action Going to make it feel okay But what do you find When the time has come on, now Look at it run
Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says Lisa says, Lisa says, Lisa says ...
Madeleine Italian Title: Maddalena Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Jean Corti; Gérard Jouannest Originally performed by: Jacques Brel Covered by various other artists
Ce soir j'attends Madeleine J'ai apporté du lilas J'en apporte toutes les semaines Madeleine elle aime bien ça Ce soir j'attends Madeleine On prendra le tram trente-trois Pour manger des frites chez Eugène Madeleine elle aime tant ça Madeleine c'est mon Noël C'est mon Amérique à moi Même qu'elle est trop bien pour moi Comme dit son cousin Joël Ce soir j'attends Madeleine On ira au cinéma Je lui dirai des "je t'aime" Madeleine elle aime tant ça
Elle est tellement jolie Elle est tellement tout ça Elle est toute ma vie Madeleine que j'attends là
Ce soir j'attends Madeleine Mais il pleut sur mes lilas Il pleut comme toutes les semaines Et Madeleine n'arrive pas Ce soir j'attends Madeleine C'est trop tard pour le tram trente-trois Trop tard pour les frites d'Eugène Et Madeleine n'arrive pas Madeleine c'est mon horizon C'est mon Amérique à moi Même qu'elle est trop bien pour moi Comme dit son cousin Gaston Mais ce soir j'attends Madeleine Il me reste le cinéma Je lui dirai des "je t'aime" Madeleine elle aime tant ça
Elle est tellement jolie Elle est tellement tout ça Elle est toute ma vie Madeleine qui n'arrive pas
Ce soir j'attendais Madeleine Mais j'ai jeté mes lilas Je les ai jetés comme toutes les semaines Madeleine ne viendra pas Ce soir j'attendais Madeleine C'est fichu pour le cinéma Je reste avec mes "je t'aime" Madeleine ne viendra pas Madeleine c'est mon espoir C'est mon Amérique à moi Sûr qu'elle est trop bien pour moi Comme dit son cousin Gaspard Ce soir j'attendais Madeleine Tiens le dernier tram s'en va On doit fermer chez Eugène Madeleine ne viendra pas
Elle est tellement jolie Elle est tellement tout ça Elle est toute ma vie Madeleine qui ne viendra pas
Demain j'attendrai Madeleine Je rapporterai du lilas J'en rapporterai toute la semaine Madeleine elle aimera ça Demain j'attendrai Madeleine On prendra le tram trente-trois Pour manger des frites chez Eugène Madeleine elle aimera ça Madeleine c'est mon espoir C'est mon Amérique à moi Tant pis si elle est trop bien pour moi Comme dit son cousin Gaspard Demain j'attendrai Madeleine On ira au cinéma Je lui dirai des "je t'aime" Madeleine elle aimera ça
Madeleine Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Madeleine, trop de peine Il faudrait qu'elle oublie Ces amours lointaines Qui reviennent chaque nuit Quand Madeleine dort Sur sa chevelure d'or... fanée Un soleil lourd de silence Écrase l'alentours Nulle fleur ne danse Entre les dalles de la cour Où Madeleine marche Dans sa robe de patriarche... froissée
La voix d'un homme dans ses yeux Lui dit que ce n'était qu'un jeu Qu'ils rebâtiront leur bonheur Et qu'un enfant brûlera leur cur Que la vie pourra repartir Qu'on balayera les souvenirs Tout comme autrefois Alors le temps pour sourire Elle fuit sa prison Pour briser dans son délire Les chaînes du pardon Et Madeleine rit Comme si tout était fini... passé
La voix d'un homme dans ses yeux Lui dit que ce n'était qu'un jeu Qu'ils rebâtiront leur bonheur Et qu'un enfant brûlera leur cur Que la vie pourra repartir Qu'on balayera les souvenirs Tout comme autrefois Mais d'autres matins viendront Rallumer sa blessure Qu'elle cache derrière sa longue Robe de bure Et Madeleine sait Qu'elle n'en finira jamais... jamais
Et c'est bien trop de peine Trop pour sur Madeleine Et c'est bien trop de peine Trop pour sur Madeleine Et c'est bien trop de peine Trop pour sur Madeleine
Lisa Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Lisa nos barques en papier Dans le grand bassin bleu Tes premiers pinceaux de noir pour les yeux Tu disais souvent "on vivra ailleurs" Je courais me cacher Quand je voulais que tu pleures Quelques hommes jouent encore Comme des enfants cruels Ce soir Odessa s'endort sous le ciel Lisa c'est partout les mêmes Les fumées des avions T'es juste du mauvais côté de l'horizon Les seuls trains qui partent Sont des trains de banlieue T'as beau tendre tes mains Y a tout ce vide au milieu Et tes chansons retombent Aux pianos des hôtels Pendant qu'Odessa s'endort sous le ciel Il me reste le nom que tu portes J'imagine le son de ta voix Un beau jour c'est certain tu t'envoleras Lisa des soldats surveillent Les camions de courrier Tes mots en reviennent tout déshabillés... Quelques hommes jouent encore Comme des enfants cruels Sans doute Odessa s'endort sous le ciel Il me reste le nom que tu portes J'imagine le son de ta voix Un beau jour c'est certain tu t'envoleras Lisa, accrochée aux ailes Des oiseaux dissidents
Madeira, M'dear Composer(s): Michael Flanders; Donald Swann Performer(s): Flanders & Swann; The Limeliters
She was young, she was pure, she was new, she was nice She was fair, she was sweet seventeen He was old, he was vile and no stranger to vice He was base, he was bad, he was mean He had slyly enveigled her up to his flat To view his collection of stamps And he said as he hastened to put out the cat The wine, his cigar and the lamps "Have some Madeira, m'Dear! You really have nothing to fear I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right You shouldn't drink spirits at this time of night Have some Madeira, m'Dear! It's so very much nicer than beer I don't care for sherry and cannot drink stout And port is a wine I can well do without It's simply a case of "chacun a son gout" Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
Unaware of the wiles of the snake in the grass And the fate of the maiden who topes She lowered her standards by raising her glass Her courage, her eyes and his hopes She sipped it, she drank it, she drained it, she did And quietly he filled it again And he said as he secretly carved one more notch On the butt of his gold-handled cane "Have some Madeira, m'Dear! I've got a small cask of it here And once it's been opened, you know it won't keep Do finish it up, it will help you to sleep Have some Madeira, m'Dear! It's really an excellent year Now if it were gin, you'd be wrong to say yes The evil gin does would be hard to assess Besides it's inclined to affect my prowess Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
Then there flashed though her mind what her mother had said With her antepenultimate breath "Oh my child, should you look at the wine which is red Be prepared for a fate worse than death!" She let go her glass with a shrill little cry Crash! Tinkle! It fell to the floor When he asked "What in Heaven?", she made no reply Up her mind, and a dash for the door "Have some Madeira, m'Dear!" Rang out down the hall, loud and clear A tremulous cry that was filled with despair As she paused to take breath in the full midnight air "Have some Madeira, m'Dear!" The words seemed to ring in her ear Until the next morning, she woke up in bed With a smile on her lips, an ache in her head And a beard in her earhole that tickled and said "Have some Madeira, m'Dear!"
Liquor To Like Her Composer(s): Tom Hemby - Paul Overstreet Performer(s): Hank Williams Jr.; Pete Schlegel
It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
She wants to tell me where to go Tell me what to do Tell me what to eat And how loud I can chew She even wants to tell me What thoughts I oughta think It used to drive me crazy Till it drove me to drink
It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
Well shes such a pretty thing You'd think shes heaven sent She's the quarrelsome kind Love's an argument She could yell all day She can scream all night I just sit there smilin As high as a kite
It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drinking all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
This drinking buddy of mine Said he met a girl Said she was the meanest Woman in the world I saw her pretty picture I said man your poking fun Then the day I met her I said pour me one
It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her That's why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
You may look down your nose at me Think I'm an old sorry Son of a bean The only way I'm giving up My drinking glass is if I can Find a way to get her off my back
Spoken: Your wife's on the phone.
Little brown jug upon my lips Your saving our love With every sip
It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her Thats why I drink all the time It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
Every time I get sober She drives me out of my mind It takes a whole lot of liquor To like her But when I'm liquored up I like her just fine
Lipstick, Powder And Paint Composer(s): Jesse Stone First release by: Joe Turner - 1956 Covered by multiple other artists
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
There goes my baby up a tree a-giggling and a wiggling her toes at me Let me put my glasses on Haven't had such fun since she's been gone
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
Hound dog scratching fleas looking like she's in love with me Licks my hand everywhere I go I wish my baby loved me so
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
Taller than the barnyard, ten feet high hide me till your man pass by Don't you sneeze and don't you cough If you get dusty, I'll brush you off
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
What kind of love is that you make the world starts a-trembling and the building shakes so love me, hug me once again let the roof and the walls come tumbling in
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
Lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint lipstick powder and paint is you is, or is you ain't
Porque somos unos moros made in Spain nos gustan muchos los toros made in Spain a España viene el turismo made in Spain yo me largo por lo mismo made in Spain Ahorre usted, piense en mañana made in Spain no te vayas a Alemania made in Spain Hacen falta más divisas made in Spain menos penas, más sonrísas sonría por favor Ya se puede ir al cine made in Spain ya no cortan Tom y Jerry made in Spain Viva el "plan de desarollo" made in Spain es verdad que "no" es un rollo made in Spain El pueblo está muy contento made in Spain con el fútbol y un "seiscientos" made in Spain Ganaremos más pesetas made in Spain si vendemos panderetas made in Spain Tu piso está pagado made in Spain cuando ya estés enterrado made in Spain la amiguita enjoyada made in Spain Y me gusta el vino tinto made in Spain como el rey don Carlos Quinto made in Spain Y ésta es una españolada made in Spain que no significa nada made in Spain
When you left me all alone at the record hop Told me you were goin' out for a soda pop You were gone for quite a while, half an hour or more You came back and man oh man this is what I saw
Lipstick on you collar told a tale on you Lipstick on you collar said you were untrue Bet your bottom dollar you and I are through Cuz lipstick on you collar told a tale on you, yeah
You said it belonged to me, made me stop and think Then I noticed yours was red, mine was baby pink Who walked in but Mary Jane, lipstick all a mess Were you smoochin' my best friend, if the answer's yes
Lipstick on you collar told a tale on you Lipstick on you collar said you were untrue Bet your bottom dollar you and I are through Cuz lipstick on you collar told a tale on you, boy
Made In Paris Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Hal David Performer(s): Trini Lopez
When there's a moon above It is something to see how the fellas follow the girls They're all in search of love There isn't a lover, who doesn't discover That if it's made in Paris You can bet that there is a girl for every boy Dreams are made in Paris every night They come true, can't you hear, Paris calling you
The girls are everywhere The scent of their perfume is meant to go right to your head So don't just sit and stir If the fun and the laughter, the good times you're after Can just be made in Paris If you don't know how to speak French, she'll understand Love is made in Paris every night Rain or shine, go get yours, I've got mine Find your dream! Find your love! I've got mine! Go get yours!
If it's made in Paris If you don't know how to speak French, she'll understand Love is made in Paris every night Rain or shine, go get yours, I've got mine Find your dream! Find your love! I've got mine! Go get yours!
Lips Of Wine Composer(s): Shirley Wolfe - Sy Soloway Performer(s): Andy Williams
I tasted your sweet lips, thrilled to my fingertips Lips of wine, warm with fire, you are my one desire Lips of wine, and they are mine
While tropic breezes play, while palm trees gently sway Lips of wine, come to me, whisper low so tenderly Lips of wine, and they are mine
Sweet Hawaiian miss, no more will I roam I must have your kiss and I can't go home
You stole my heart from me, pretty rose of Waikiki Lips of wine, sweet and rare, tell me you will always care Lips of wine, and they are mine
(Sweet lips, sweet and tasty lips)
Sweet Hawaiian miss, no more will I roam I must have your kiss and I can't go home
I tasted you sweet lips (sweet lips, your sweet and tasty lips) Thrilled to my fingertips (sweet lips, your sweet and tasty lips) Lips of wine, warm with fire, you are my one desire Lips of wine (sweet lips) and they are mine (sweet lips of wine) And they are mine (sweet lips of wine)
L'instant Présent ((Italian Version: Questo Momento (by Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
L'instant présent est impalpable Il est léger insaisissable Suspendu dans l'air et le temps Il ne dispose simplement Que d'un très court moment sur terre L'instant présent a des oeillères
L'instant présent est si fragile Qu'il ne peut rester immobile Sans une plainte sans un cri À peine arrivé qu'il s'enfuit Avant que d'entrer dans l'histoire L'instant présent n'a pas de gloire
Il ne peut durant ce passage Que mener une vie très sage Car déjà prés de lui se tient Le suivant qu'en fera ni moins Ni davantage
L'instant présent n'a pas de trêve À peine arrivé qu'il s'achève Il est sauvage il est craintif Il est sans force il est captif De la seconde qui va naître L'instant présent va disparaître
L'instant présent il faut le prendre Avec des gestes et des mots tendres Lui faire un futur, un passé Dans nos coeurs et dans nos pensées Et lui bâtir une existence L'instant présent est notre chance
L'instant présent ne se repose Pas en chemin, il se propose Pour le saisir il faut vouloir Tu vois, il est déjà trop tard Prends le chemin il passe ensuite L'instant présent disparaît vite
Pour notre amour sans fausse honte Si nous sommes sincères et prompts En les alignant bout à bout Nous pourrons en avoir beaucoup À notre compte
L'instant présent peut être nôtre Si nous l'enchaînons avec d'autres Viens tandis que je le saisis Écoute les mots que je dis Je ne les dirai plus de même L'instant présent est un problème Mais si tu m'aimes et si je t'aime L'instant présent de nos vingt ans Vivra longtemps
Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie das Meer und ich träume oft an deinem Strand Leise wiegen mich die Wellen hin und her wie die Muscheln auf dem weißen Sand Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie der Wind und wie das Wetter unberechenbar Manchmal bist du sanft wie Sommertage sind und manchmal wir der Frost im Januar
Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie das Meer und schiffbrüchig lieg' ich an deinem Strand Plötzlich schweigt die wilde Brandung um mich her und ich halt' ein Meer in meiner Hand Manchmal schmiegst du dich an mich und sagst "Ja" und dann wieder "Nein" Wie auch immer du willst, ich füge mich drein
Mädchen, wildes Mädchen, du bist wie das Meer und Norden und Süden finde ich nicht mehr Machmal schmiegst du dich an mich und sagst "Ja" und dann wieder "Nein" Wie auch immer du willst, ich füge mich drein
