Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Love Is In The Air Composer(s): George Young - Harry Vanda First release by: John Paul Young - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1979 - Kærlighed Gør Stærk (by Peter Belli) 1993 - Ricordati Di Me (by Fiorello)
Love is in the air Everywhere I look around Love is in the air Every sight and every sound
And I don't know if I'm being foolish Don't know if I'm being wise But it's something that I must believe in And it's there when I look in your eyes
Love is in the air In the whisper of the trees Love is in the air In the thunder of the sea
And I don't know if I'm just dreaming Don't know if I feel sane But it's something that I must believe in And it's there when you call out my name
Love is in the air Love is in the air, oh, oh, oh ...
Love is in the air In the rising of the sun Love is in the air When the day is nearly done
And I don't know if you're an illusion Don't know if I see it true But you're something that I must believe in And you're there when I reach out for you
Love is in the air Every sight and every sound And I don't know if I'm being foolish Don't know if I'm being wise
But it's something that I must believe in And it's there when I look in your eyes
Love is in the air Love is in the air, oh, oh, oh ...
Misery And Gin Composer(s): Johnny Durrill; Tommy "Snuff" Garrett Performer(s): Merle Haggard and various other artists
Memories and drinks don't mix too well And jukebox records don't play those wedding bells Starin' at the world through the bottom of a glass All I see is a man who's fading fast
Toight I need that woman again What I'd give for my baby to just walk in Sit down beside me and say it's alright Take me home and make sweet love to me tonight
But here I am again, mixin' misery and gin Sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself I look like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can tell That this Honkytonk Heaven really makes ya' feel like hell
I light a lonely womans cigarette We both start talkin' 'bout what we want to forget Her life story and mine are the same We both lost someone and only have ourselves to blame
But here I am again, mixin' misery and gin Sittin' with all my friends and talkin' to myself I look like I'm havin' a good time but any fool can tell That this Honkytonk Heaven really makes ya' feel like hell
Over There Composer(s): George M. Cohan Performer(s): American Quartet; and various other artists
Johnnie get your gun, get your gun, get your gun Take it on the run, on the run, on the run Hear them calling you and me Every son of Liberty Hurry right away, no delay, go today Make your daddy glad to have had such a lad Tell your sweetheart not to pine To be proud her boy's in line
Johnnie get your gun, get you gun, get your gun Johnnie show the Hun, you're a Son-of-a-Gun Hoist the flag and let her fly Like true heros do or die Pack your little kit, show your grit, do your bit Soldiers to the ranks from the towns and the tanks Make your Mother proud of you and to Liberty be true
Over There Over There Send the word, send the word Over There That the Yanks are coming The Yanks are coming The drums rum tumming everywhere So prepare Say a Prayer Send the word Send the word to beware We'll be over, we're coming over And we won't be back till it's over over there!
Over There Over There Send the word, send the word Over There That the Yanks are coming The Yanks are coming The drums rum tumming everywhere So prepare Say a Prayer Send the word Send the word to beware We'll be over, we're coming over
Love Is All Around Composer(s): Sonny Curtis First release by: Sonny Curtis - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Who can turn the world on with her smile? Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile? Well it's you girl, and you should know it With each glance and every little movement you show it
Love is all around, no need to waste it You can have a town, why don't you take it You're gonna make it after all You're gonna make it after all
How will you make it on your own? This world is awfully big, girl this time you're all alone But it's time you started living It's time you let someone else do some giving
Love is all around, no need to waste it You can have a town, why don't you take it You're gonna make it after all You're gonna make it after all
Over The Rainbow Composer(s): Harold Arlen - Herbert Stothart - E.Y. "Yip" Harburg First recording: Judy Garland - 1938 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1968 - Arcobaleno (I Ribelli) 1980 - Regnbuen (Bamses Venner) 1997 - Achter De Regenboog (Ann De Winne) 2009 - Derrière L'arc-En-Ciel (Eddy Mitchell & Melody Gardot)
When all the world is a hopeless jumble and the raindrops tumble all around Heaven opens a magic lane When all the clouds darken up the skyway there's a rainbow highway to be found Leading from your windowpane To a place behind the sun Just a step beyond the rain
Somewhere over the rainbow way up high There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true
Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops away, above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why can't I? If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow why oh why can't I?
Geschreven In De Wind ((Adapted from: Love Is All Around (by The Troggs) - 1967)) Composer(s): Reg Presley - Belinda Meuldijk Performer(s): Rob De Nijs - 1996
Ik voel't in mijn vingers voel 't van top tot teen liefde kwam in golven ik kan er niet omheen
't is geschreven in de wind 't heeft zo moeten zijn voor jou en mij dus als jij echt van mij houdt laat 't dan zien aan mij
open je armen en laat me toe voel in je hart wat ik voor je voel er is geen weg terug er komt geen eind mijn liefde voor jou zal eindeloos zijn
ik zie je zo weer voor me hier in dit bed bij mij o mijn dromen draaien cirkels om alles wat je zij
ik heb mijn woord gegeven je weet niet half hoe ik bid dat je bij mij blijft bij alles wat ik doe doe wat ik doe
open je armen en laat me toe voel in je hart wat ik voor je voel er is geen weg terug er komt geen eind mijn liefde voor jou zal eindeloos zijn zal eindeloos zijn
't is geschreven in de wind 't heeft zo moeten zijn dus als je echt van mij houdt van mij houdt dan laat het zien aan mij
laat 't dan zien aan mij als jij echt van mij houdt laat 't dan zien aan mij laat 't zien als jij echt van mij houdt
Miséricorde Composer(s): Jacques Larue; Philippe Gérard Performer(s): Édith Piaf
Plus jamais ne prierai Plus jamais ne rirai Avec leurs boniments Ils ont tué mon amant Le bourdon peut sonner Le curé, marmonner C'est pas ça qui le fera Revenir dans mes bras D'un petit air réfléchi Et la voix décidée Il a dit: "Allons-y! Faut défendre ses idées!" Mais, malgré sa grande gueule Et ses yeux qu'il planquait Je n'étais pas toute seule A chiâler sur le quai...
Miséricorde! Miséricorde! Les petites croix blanches Ont des dimanches Qui ne sont pas gais
Le ciel bleu d'un petit bal Du côté de Bougival Dans mes yeux étonnés Continue de tourner...
Rien qu'à voir les péniches On rêvait de voyager Pour ceux qui ne sont pas riches Il suffit de rêver Le jardin qu'on aurait Serait plein de lilas... Et le gosse qu'on aurait S'appellerait Jean-François... Les beaux rêves sont gratuits Moi, le seul qui me reste C'est l'odeur de sa veste Quand je dansais contre lui
'y a plus que ça qui me rapproche De celui que j'adorais Mais la vie est si moche Que même ça, je l'oublierai...
Over The Next Hill Composer(s): Steve Tilston Performer(s): Fairport Convention
Forever, forever, the road goes on forever
If your wheels are burning up the miles And you're wearing down shoe leather And your face is frozen in a smile And the road goes on forever
Forever, forever, the road goes on forever Over the next hill, maybe there's good weather
If you're flying over table tops Eyes wide with wine and wonder Or lazy counting kangaroos In dingo days down under
Down under, down under, in dingo days down under Over the next hill, there's no more rain or thunder
Though you chose the open road and you were willing To sing and dance and take the tambourine man's shilling All the secret tricks and footsteps you were learning But once the stone begins to roll, it's not for turning Like a rolling stone, with no direction home
If you're pacing in a dressing room With no fresh paint or windows Or you're strutting on some dusty stage Wondering where the time goes
The time goes, the time goes, wondering where the time goes Over the next hill, they say there will be rainbows Oh, rainbows, rainbows, somewhere over rainbows Over the next hill, who knows where the time goes
On Se Réveillera
((Italian Version: Ci Si Risveglierà (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Georges Garvarentz - Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Rachelle Ferrell
On se réveillera Par un matin plus clair, sous un soleil plus chaud Pour une vie nouvelle On se réveillera On se réveillera Et nos yeux s'ouvriront sur un monde plus beau Et des pensées plus belles On se réveillera
On se réveillera Encore tout étourdi De ne former qu'un être On se réveillera Comme des enfants qui Viennent juste de naître On se réveillera Nu, de notre passé Pur des années gâchées Avant de se connaître On se réveillera A l'aube d'un espoir au sortir de la nuit Qui nous cachait la vie On se réveillera
On se réveillera Encore tout étourdi De ne former qu'un être On se réveillera Comme des enfants qui Viennent juste de naître On se réveillera Nu, de notre passé Pur des années gâchées Avant de se connaître Avec un coeur tout neuf Et sans regret aucun Tous deux main dans la main On se réveillera
Love Is Just Around The Corner Composer(s): Leo Robin - Lewis Gensler Performer(s): Bing Crosby - 1934
Beautiful miracle, pardon my lyrical rhapsody Can't you see? Oh, you have captured me! Being so glamorous, now can't you be amorous just with me Make it soon, Cop a look at that moon
Love is just around the corner Any cozy little corner Love is just around the corner When I'm around you
I'm a sentimental mourner And I couldn't be forlorner When you keep me on that corner Just waiting for you
Venus de Milo was noted for her charms But strictly between us You are cuter than Venus And what's more you've got arms!
Let's go cuddle in a corner Any cozy little corner Love is just around the corner And I'm around you
Love is just around the corner Any cozy corner Love is just around the corner When I'm around you
I'm ten times as faithful As all your other men They all are true to no one but you But me I'm true to ten
Oh, let's go cuddle in a cozy corner Any cozy little corner Love is just around the corner And I'm around you
Miserere, miserere Miserere, misero me Pero' brindo alla vita!
Ma che mistero, e'la mia vita Che mistero Sono un peccatore dell'anno ottantamila Un menzognero! Ma dove sono e cosa faccio Come vivo? Vivo nell'anima del mondo Perso nel vivere profondo!
Miserere, misero me Pero'brindo alla vita! Io sono il santo che ti ha tradito quando eri solo E vivo altrove e osservo il mondo Dal cielo E vedo il mare e le foreste vedo me che.... Vivo nell'anima del mondo Perso nel vivere profondo!
Miserere,misero me Pero'brindo alla vita! Se c'e' una notte buia abbastanza Da nascondermi,nascondermi Se c'e' una luce,una speranza
Sole magnifico che splendi dentro me Dammi la gioia di vivere che ancora non c'e'
Miserere, miserere
Quella gioia di vivere (che forse) Ancora non c'e'
No One
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman
Performer(s): Connie Francis
and multiple other artists
No one ever kissed me the way that you do And no one ever told me "I love you" No one ever cared No, no one ever shared All those dreams that I dreamed would come true
No one ever hurt me the way that you do "Cause no one ever broke my heart in two But I'll keep on caring my whole life through For no one, no one but you
No one ever hurt me the way that you do "Cause no one ever broke my heart in two But I'll keep on caring my whole life through For no one, no one but you
B.R.P.
Composer(s): C. Garrido - Victor Jara - V. Rojas
Performer(s): Victor Jara
Muchacho chileno Fulgor de la nueva brigada Las calles del pueblo Despiertan con tu claridad
Tu brocha es el canto Que pinta el azul del cielo Que llena la patria De luz, amor y fraternidad
Joven camarada Que construyes tu esperanza Alumbras los muros Con rojo grito de libertad
Tu camino esconde noche y dolor Ansia y valor tendido alli quedaste De polvo y sangre Crecio la flor que tu dejaste Escribiendo el aire Camarada ¡adelante!
Love Is All Around ((Dutch Version: Geschreven In De Wind (by Rob de Nijs) - 1996)) Composer(s): Reg Presley First release by: The Troggs - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
I feel it in my fingers I feel it in my toes Well, love is all around me And so the feeling grows
It's written on the wind It's everywhere I go So if you really love me Come on and let it show
You know I love you, I always will My mind's made up by the way that I feel There's no beginnin', there'll be no end 'Cause on my love you can depend
I see your face before me As I lay on my bed I kinda get to thinkin' Of all the things you said
You gave your promise to me And I gave mine to you I need someone beside me In everythin' I do
You know I love you, I always will My mind's made up by the way that I feel There's no beginnin', there'll be no end 'Cause on my love you can depend
It's written on the wind It's everywhere I go So if you really love me Come on and let it show Come on and let it show Come on and let it show ...
Mis Viejos Amores Composer(s): Victor Heredia Performer(s): Victor Heredia
Mis amores han pasado como flores que el viento ha cortado y han quedado, entre oscuras distancias unos vivos y otros olvidados Mariposas de colores han dejado grabadas mil cosas y he guardado en mi diario de tonto cosas feas y cosas hermosas Mis amores, mis amores son retazos de viejas batallas barquichuelos de velas heridas navegando las aguas del alma Mis amores, mis amores pajaritos buscando su nido frescas aguas en mi impertinencia hace tiempo que los he perdido No me ufano ni envanezco por las cosas que el amor me ha dado y hoy se han ido para siempre por las sombras del río pasado Mariposas de colores han dejado grabadas mil cosas y he guardado en mi diario de tonto cosas feas y cosas hermosas Mis amores, mis amores son retazos de viejas batallas barquichuelos de velas heridas navegando las aguas del alma
B.J. The D.J.
Composer(s): Hugh X. Lewis
Performer(s): Stonewall Jackson
A story 'bout a pal of mine who worked out near the Georgia line A D.J. in a little country station Everybody loved him dear, 'cause he played what they liked to hear He built himself up quite a reputation
At record shops he'd stay out late, and his mom would always wait To see if he would make it home alive She warned about his loss of sleep, drivin' fast in that old heap And that he had to be to work by five
BJ the DJ, you're living much to fast And if you don't change your ways, don't see how you can last
Every morning just past four, from the driveway he would roar Overslept and he was late again But a break neck speeds he'd drive, to turn the station on at five He had lots of records he must spin
Mom sat by the radio until his voice told her hello She knew that he'd made it there alive Then she'd say a little prayer, he was safe 'cause he was there And she'd wait up for him again tonight
Then one cold and rainy morn, all four tires were badly worn But he scratched out and just as fast as time BJ had a lot of nerve, but he completely missed the curve And he signed off down near the Georgia line
Mom sat by the radio, the voice she heard she didn't know BJ's never been this late before But with the roads so bad and all She'd wait a while before she called Then she heard the knock upon the door
BJ the DJ, only twenty-four A wreck at ninety mules an hour He'd spin the hits no more
Love Is Here To Stay Composer(s): Ira Gershwin - George Gershwin First recording/First performance: Ella Logan & Bill Harty Orch. - 1937/Kenny Baker - 1938 Covered by multiple other artists
It's very clear, our love is here to stay Not for a year but ever and a day The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know May just be passing fancies and in time may go
But, oh, my dear, our love is here to stay Together we're goin' a long, long way In time the Rockies may crumble Gibraltar may tumble They're only made of clay But our love is here to stay
Autrefois quand les mignonnes Gaspillaient leurs avantages En dehors Dieu me pardonne Des liens du mariage Les malheureuses étaient mises Au banc de la société Mais aujourd'hui c'est la crise Dans la chrétienté
Mis à part les curés Par devant et par derrière Mis à part les curés Personne ne veut se marier
Autrefois les belles filles N'avaient souvent qu'une idée Laisser voir le plus possible Leur peau dénudée Mais la mode est versatile Le maxi est arrivé Et les voilà qui s'habillent Jusqu'aux doigts de pieds
Mis à part les curés Par devant et par derrière Mis à part les curés Personne veut plus s'dévoiler
On fabriquait des garçons Par douzaines et les familles Montraient leur désolation Quand naissait une fille Aujourd'hui bulle ou pas bulle Du pape garçon ou pas Qu'on prenne ou non la pilule C'est plus du tout ça
Mis à part les curés Par devant et par derrière Mis à part les curés Personne ne veut engendrer
L'habitude séculaire De bien boire et bien manger A l'heure où la foi se perd Fait aussi pitié On préfère à la prière Et aux plats gastronomiques Un régime alimentaire Macrobiotique
Mis à part les curés Par devant et par derrière Mis à part les curés Nul ne va plus gueuletonner
Les distractions les plus saines Disparaissent des cités Télé voiture et week-end Les ont remplacées Elles pleurent leur clientèle Du samedi des temps passés Les péripatéticiennes Quand Guy Lux paraît
Mis à part les curés Par devant et par derrière Mis à part les curés Personne ne veut plus monter
Les religieux en colère Revendiquant nos péchés On ne sait plus bien sur terre A quel saint se vouer Si le ciel tourne à l'enfer Pour le mettre sur ses pieds Je ne vois plus que Saint-Pierre Pour tout arranger
Mis à part les curés Introduits chez Lucifer Mis à part les curés Tout le monde sera sauvé
Oh! La La
((Italian Version: Chella Llá (Connie Francis))
Composer(s): Umberto Bertini - Sando Taccani
Performer(s): Dalida
Moi qui voulait rester célibataire Afin de ne jamais me laisser faire Je viens soudain de me faire prendre Et voila que sans rien comprendre Je m'en vais à mon tour la tète en bas
Oh! la la, oh! la la Dans mon cur je l'avoue y a du dégât Ne dite pas que j'ai fait sa conquête Puisque c'est moi qui marche à la baguette Oh! la la oh! la la Tous mes amis ne me reconnaissent pas Quand on aime on est un peu bête Et je suis dans ce cas là Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
Oui depuis que j'ai fait sa connaissance J'ai dit adieu à mon indépendance Pour faire tous ces petits caprices Je me suis mit à son service C'est fou ce que l'amour à fait de moi
Oh! la la, oh! la la Je suis comme un pantin entre ses doigts Je vais, je viens, je cours, je fais du zèle Et je fais le ménage et la vaisselle Oh! la la, oh! la la Et le pire c'est qu'en faisant tous cela Je me dis que la vie est belle Et que je n'la changerais pas Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
Mais je serais vraiment très malhonnête Si j'arrêtais ici ma chansonnette Car mis à part mon esclavage J'obtiens de petits avantages Et quand je dis petit n'insiste pas!
Oh! la la, oh! la la Lorsque le soir il me prend dans ces bras Et que tout bas il vient me dire je t'aime C'est comme le paradis qui ce promène Oh! la la, oh! la la Je n'peut pas tout vous dire excusez-moi Mais si vous rencontrez le même Sur le champ n'hésitez pas Aimez le, gardez le, croyez-moi Oh! la la, oh! la la, oh! la la
