Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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On Laisse Tous Un Jour Composer(s): Vline Buggy; Hugues Aufray; Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
On laisse tous un jour Un peu de notre vie Sur une table Dans le fond d'un café Sur une table Que l'on oublie jamais
On laisse tous un jour Un peu de ses amis Tous les poètes Venus se mettre au chaud Sur la banquette Dans un coin de bistrot On dit "salut" On commande un demi Et on refait le monde Mais le monde est si grand Qu'il nous faut bien toute la nuit
On laisse tous un jour Un peu de nos amours Que l'on griffonne Sur la nappe en papier Et qu'on chiffonne Au fond d'un cendrier Elle dit "bonjour" On commande un demi On lui promet le monde Mais pour donner le monde Il nous faut bien toute la nuit
Me And Mrs. Jones Composer(s): Kenny Gamble; Leon Huff; Cary Gilbert Performer(s): Billy Paul
Me and Mrs. Jones, we got a thing going on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it cool down now We meet ev'ry day at the same cafe Six-thirty I know she'll be there Holding hands, making all kinds of plans While the jukebox plays our favorite song Me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones got a thing going on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it cool down now We gotta be extra careful that we don't build our hopes too high Cause she's got her own obligations and so do I Me, me and Mrs., Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones Mrs. Jones got a thing going on We both know that it's wrong But it's much too strong to let it cool down now Well, it's time for us to be leaving Iit hurts so much, it hurts so much inside Now she'll go her way and I'll go mine But tomorrow we'll meet the same place, the same time Me and Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Jones
Me And Molly Composer(s): Willie P. Bennett Performer(s): Willie P. Bennett
The sun she was dying and going down slow The clouds were bursting and bringing down snow And all in all no one really cared to know That the bitter end of summer was dying
Now I've watched a million dreams Go up in smoke And Lord the way I laugh and scream about it It ain't no joke anymore Anyway Who spoke about it
The clouds went away and the moon came to stay And the stars were sending down Jeweled fire And it shone through my window And showed me the glow Of Molly still flushed with desire
Now we would all like to close our eyes And lick the snow as it goes by Feel it in our faces Hold a hand full of aces And be the winner When it comes time for us to die
The sun she was dying and going down slow The clouds were bursting and bringing down snow And all in all no one really cared to know That the bitter end of summer was dying
On Hyndford Street Composer(s): Van Morrison Performer(s): Van Morrison
Take me back, take me way, way, way back On Hyndford Street Where you could feel the silence at half past eleven On long summer nights As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg And the voices whispered across Beechie River In the quietness as we sank into restful slumber in the silence And carried on dreaming, in God And walks up Cherry Valley from North Road Bridge, railway line On sunny summer afternoons Picking apples from the side of the tracks That spilled over from the gardens of the houses on Cyprus Avenue Watching the moth catcher working the floodlights in the evenings And meeting down by the pylons Playing round Mrs. Kelly's lamp Going out to Holywood on the bus And walking from the end of the lines to the seaside Stopping at Fusco's for ice cream In the days before rock 'n' roll Hyndford Street, Abetta Parade Orangefield, St. Donard's Church Sunday six-bells, and in between the silence there was conversation And laughter, and music and singing, and shivers up the back of the neck And tuning in to Luxembourg late at night And jazz and blues records during the day Also Debussy on the third programme Early mornings when contemplation was best Going up the Castlereagh hills And the cregagh glens in summer and coming back To Hyndford Street, feeling wondrous and lit up inside With a sense of everlasting life And reading Mr. Jelly Roll and Big Bill Broonzy And "Really The Blues" by "Mezz" Mezzrow And "Dharma Bums" by Jack Kerouac Over and over again And voices echoing late at night over Beechie River And it's always being now, and it's always being now It's always now Can you feel the silence? On Hyndford Street where you could feel the silence At half past eleven on long summer nights As the wireless played Radio Luxembourg And the voices whispered across Beechie River And in the quietness we sank into restful slumber in silence And carried on dreaming in God
Me And Little Andy Composer(s): Dolly Parton Performer(s): Dolly Parton
Late one cold and stormy night I heard a dog a-barkin' Then I thought I heard somebody at my door a-knockin' I wondered who could be outdide in such an awful storm Then I saw a little girl with a puppy in her arms Before I could say a word she said, "My name is Sandy And this here is my puppy dog, it's name is little Andy" Standing in the bitter cold in just a ragged dress Then I asked her to come in and this is what she said...
"Ain't ya got no gingerbread Ain't ya got no candy Ain't ya got an extra bed for me and little Andy Patty cake and bakersman My mommy ran away again And we was all alone and didn't know what else to do I wonder if you'll let us stay with you
Giddy up trotty horse, going to the mill Can we stay all night If you don't love us no one will I promise we won't cry London bridge is fallin' down My daddy's drunk again in town And we was all alone and didn't know what we could do I wonder if you'll let us stay with you"
She was just a little girl, not more than six or seven But that night as they slept the angels took them both to heaven God knew little Andy would be lonesome with her gone Now Sandy and her puppy dog won't ever be alone
Ain't ya got no gingerbread Ain't ya got no candy Ain't ya got an extra bed for me and little (whispers) Andy
Me And Julio Down By The Schoolyard Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Paul Simon and various other artists
The mama pajama rolled out of bed And she ran to the police station When the papa found out he began to shout And he started the investigation It's against the law It was against the law What the mama saw It was against the law
The mama looked down and spit on the ground Everytime my name gets mentioned The papa said oy if I get that boy I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I done know where Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard Me and Julio down by the schoolyard
In a couple of days they come and Take me away But the press let the story leak And when the radical priest Come to get me released We was all on the cover of Newsweek And I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But I don't know where Goodbye to Rosie the queen of Corona See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard See you, me and Julio Down by the schoolyard
On Frappe Composer(s): Joseph Kosma; Jacques Prévert Performer(s): Yves Montand; Catherine Sauvage
Qui est là Personne C'est simplement mon cur qui bat Qui bat très fort A cause de toi Mais dehors La petite main de bronze sur la porte de bois Ne bouge pas Ne remue pas Ne remue pas seulement le petit bout du doigt
Me And I Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus Performer(s): ABBA
Sometimes when I'm mad There's a part of me that seems to be a little sad Sometimes when I scream There's a voice in me that says, "You shouldn't be so mean" Oh no, oh no Part of me is acting while the other stands beside Yes, I am to myself what Jekyll must have been to Hyde
We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Me and I Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination Me and I I don't think I'm different or in any way unique Think about yourself for a minute And you'll find the answer in it Everyone's a freak
Sometimes I have toyed With ideas that I got from good old Dr. Freud Nothing new of course It may seem to you I try to break through open doors Oh no, oh no I just wanna say a lot of that applies to me 'Cause it's an explanation to my split identity
We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Me and I Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination Me and I I don't think I'm different or in any way unique Think about yourself for a minute And you'll find the answer in it Everyone's a freak
Me and I...
We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Me and I Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination Me and I I don't think I'm different or in any way unique Think about yourself for a minute And you'll find the answer in it Everyone's a freak
We're like sun and rainy weather Sometimes we're a hit together Me and I Gloomy moods and inspiration We're a funny combination Me and I...
On Every Street Composer(s): Mark Knopfler Performer(s): Dire Straits; The Tribute Band
there's gotta be a record of you some place you gotta be on somebody's books the lowdown - a picture of your face your injured looks
the sacred and profane the pleasure and the pain somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete and it's your face I'm looking for
a ladykiller - regulation tattoo silver spurs on his heels says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you she threw herself under my wheels oh it's a dangerous road and a hazardous load and the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat and it's your face I'm looking for
a three-chord symphony crashes into space the moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case it's a ravenous town and you still refuse to be traced seems to me such a waste and every victory has a taste that's bittersweet and it's your face I'm looking for
Me And Bobby McGee Danish Title: Carsten Levin Composer(s): Fred Foster; Kris Kristofferson Originally performed by: Roger Miller Covered by various other artists
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained It rode us all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew, yeah
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it But I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Lord, I call him my lover, call him my man I said I call him my lover, did the best I can, c'mon Hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!
La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah
Me And Billy The Kid Composer(s): Joe Ely Performer(s): Joe Ely and various other artists
Me and Billy the Kid never got along I didn't like the way he cocked his hat and he wore his gun all wrong We had the same girlfriend and he never forgot it She had a cute little Chihuahua until one day he up and shot it He rode the hard country down the New Mexico line He had a silver pocketwatch that he never did wind He crippled the piano player for playin' his favorite song No, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy the Kid never got along I didn't like the way he parted his hair and he wore his gun all wrong He was bad to the bone All hopped up on speed I would've left him alone If it wasn't for that Senorita He gave her silver and he paid her hotel bill But it was me she loved and she said she always will I'd always go and see her when Billy was gone Yeah, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy the Kid never got along I didn't like the way he tied his shoes and he wore his gun all wrong One day I said to Billy "I've got this foolproof scheme" We'll rob Wells Fargo "It's bustin' at the seams" I admit that I framed him but I don't feel bad 'Cause the way I was livin' was drivin' me mad Billy reached for his gun but his gun was on wrong Yeah, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy the Kid never got along But I did like the way he swayed in the wind While I played him his favorite song Now my baby sings harmony with me To "La Cucaracha" She winds her silver pocket watch And pets her new Chihuahua I moved in to the Hotel and got a room with a shower We lay and listen to that watch tick hour after hour Outside I hear the wind blowin' o so strong Me and Billy the Kid never got along
On Dit De Lui English Title: It's Gonna Take Me Some Time Composer(s): Christopher; Temkin; Sterling Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
On dit de lui que c'est un coureur On dit de lui qu'il n'a pas de coeur Car s'il dit souvent ces deux mots: "je t'aime" Ça n'est jamais deux fois à la même
Oui, je sais bien Qu'il ne vaut rien Mais s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
On dit qu'il promet mais ne tient rien La peine des autres il s'en moque bien À plus d'une fille il fit couler des pleurs Plus d'une fille, d'ici et d'ailleurs
Oui, je sais bien Qu'il ne vaut rien Mais s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
Il a suffit qu'un beau jour je le voie Qu'il me regarde dans les yeux une fois Tout s'est mis à tourner autour de moi Je veux l'oublier mais je ne peux pas
On dit qu'il faut chercher à le fuir Car il ne sait que faire souffrir Aucune fille encore n'a pu le changer Et toutes ne pensent qu'à se l'attacher
Oui, je sais bien Qu'il ne vaut rien Mais s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
Oui s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
Me Acosa El Carapalida Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Me acosa el carapalida que carga sobre mi sobre mi pueblo libre sobre mi dia feliz me acosa con la espuela el sable y el arnes caballeria asesina de antes y despues
Me acosa el carapalida norteno por el sur el este y el oeste, por cada latitud me acosa el carapalida que ha dividido el sol en hora de metralla y en hora de dolor La tierra me quiere arrebatar el agua me quiere arrebatar el aire me quiere arrebatar y solo fuego, y solo fuego voy a dar Yo soy mi tierra, mi aire, mi agua, mi fuego
Me acosa el carapalida con el engano vil con cuentas de colores, con trueque de uno a mil me acosa con su elixir de la prostitucino me acosa con la gloria perdida de su Dios Me acosa el carapalida con su forma de ver asu estetica, su angulo, su estilo, su saber me acosa el carapalida con sintetizacion y quiere hundirme el alma con tuercas de robot La tierra...
Me acosa el carapalida con la guerra sutil hasta que digo bast y carga sobre mi me acosa con su moustro de radiactividad su porvenir de arena, su muerte colosal me acosa el carapalida que siempre me acoso que acosa a mis hermanos, que acosa mi razon
Me acosa el carapalida que vive de acosar hasta que todos juntos le demos su lugar La tierra
On Dirait Composer(s): Françoise Hardy; Jean-Pierre Castelain Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
le ciel s'est couvert tes yeux sont moins vert on dirait le ciel s'est caché tu t'es détaché on dirait et le ciel est comme toi indécis, ne sachent pas le ciel est tout gris soudain tu t'ennuies on dirait le ciel s'est fâché tu veux t'échapper on dirait et le ciel est comme toi fatigué et loin de moi et le ciel est comme toi indécis, ne sachent pas fatigué et loin de moi le ciel change tout comme moi
Me About You Composer(s): Garry Bonner; Alan Gordon Performer(s): The Turtles and various other artists
Perhaps another time or maybe 'nother place Could've eased my mind, would've never seen your face Or heard about you But now you call my name and your reality Though it's hard to explain, I know I'll never be Without you I know nothing about you But I know I don't doubt your love and I know that it's real By God above I know I feel about you
Got a handful of gold and a pocketful of dreams But a heart full of love and I know what it means To be without you Just sit by my side & share with me All the feelings inside and the things you see About you I know Miss Lonely will be here today Waiting for me; now the time is right, so hear me say The from now on I'll stay about you
I know Miss Lonely will be here today Waiting for me; now the time is right, so hear me say The from now on I'll stay about you About you, about you, about you
On Days Like These Composer(s): Don Black; Quincy Jones Performer(s): Matt Monro; and various other artists
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la
On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green I look around and think about what might have been and then I hear sweet music float around my head as I recall the many things we left unsaid its on days like these that I remember singing songs and drinking wine while your eyes played games with mine
on days like these I wonder what became of you maybe today you are singing songs with someone new I'd like to think you're walking by those willow trees remembering the love we knew on days like these its on days like these that I remember singing songs and drinking wine while your eyes played games with mine
on days like these I wonder what became of you maybe today you are singing songs with someone new
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole la la la la la-la-la-la
