Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Lu Composer(s): Laura Nyro Performer(s): Laura Nyro
Silver was the color, winter was a snowbell Mother of the wind boys, living off the lovewell with Lu And everybody's calling Luie, Luie Luie, you got a thing about you Keep the light going for Luie and Luie keeps on pushing through
Amber was the color, summer was a flame ride Cooking up the noon roads, walking on God's good side I was walking on God's good side, God's good side with Lu And everybody's calling Luie, Luie Luie, you got a thing about you Keep the light going for Luie and Luie keeps on pushing through Keeps on pushing through, through, he keeps on pushing
I will always be fair, be there for Lu, forever and ever more everybody, everybody, everybody yeah And everybody's calling Luie, calling Luie, everybody's calling Luie calling my man, my man Luie, calling Luie, my man Luie ...
Mon petit soldat est mort Il jouait du tambour Mon petit soldat est mort Il me parlait d'amour
Il jouait à l'amour à la guerre Il mettait des fleurs à son fusil Mais il n'a pas écouté mes prières Et j'ai pleuré quand il est parti
Mon petit soldat est mort Il jouait du tambour Mon petit soldat est mort Et je l'aimais d'amour Il jouait à l'amour à la guerre Mais il parlait de la mort en riant Il est tombé tout près de la rivière Où l'on jouait quand nous étions enfants
Il jouait à l'amour à la guerre Et je l'entends encore toutes les nuits Il vient flâner le long de la rivière Et m'embrasser quand je me suis endormie
Mon petit soldat est mort Il jouait du tambour Mon petit soldat est mort Je l'aimerai toujours
Message In A Bottle ((Spanish Version: El Mensaje En La Botella (Ekhymosis) - 1998))
Composer(s): Sting
First release: The Police - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
No-one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair
I'll send an sos to the world
I'll send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart
I'll send an sos to the world
I'll send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Walked out this morning
Don't believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone in being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home
I'll send an sos to the world
I'll send an sos to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Sending out an sos
Sending out an sos
What is it children that falls from the sky? Tayi, taya, tayi, aye aye Mannah from Heaven from the most high Food from the father, tayi, taye aye
We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance
Peace to your brother, give and take peace Tayi, taya, it leaves two feet One foot extended, snake to the ground Wave up the Earth, one turn around
We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance
Stretch out your arms now tip and swing Rude up thy bird, tayi, tayi Threw out your shoe over the soil Dust off the words that shaped from the tale
We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again, shake out the ghost dance
Here we are, Father, Lord, Holy Ghost Bread of your bread, ghost of your host We are the tears that fall from your eyes Word of your word, cry of your cry
We shall live again, we shall live again We shall live again
What is it, Father, in your eye What is this wisdom, eyes of God That makes me feel just what I need You used to fly me the way to speed
What is it, Father, holy that night? What is it, Father, that moves to the right? What is it, Father, that is waiting in Heaven? What is it, Father, that shapes from your hand? What is it, Father, that makes me spin around? What is it, Father, that brings me down What is it, Father, you can't tell what I like What is it, Father, I just ride into space What is it, Father, I can tell you one night What is it, Father, I can tell what I like What is it, Father, are you into shape What is it, Father, are you calling today What is it, Father ...
Lowdown Composer(s): David Paich - Boz Scaggs Performer(s): Boz Scaggs
Baby's into running around Hanging with the crowd Putting your business in the street talking out loud Saying you bought her this and that And how much you done spent I swear she must believe it's all heaven sent Hey boy you better bring the chick around To the sad truth the dirty lowdown
(Who I wonder who) taught her how to talk like that (Who I wonder who) gave her that big idea
Nothing you can't handle nothing you ain't got Put the money on the table and drive it off the lot Turn on that ole lovelight and turn a maybe to a yes Same old schoolboy game got you into this mess Hey son better get back to town Face the sad old truth the dirty lowdown
(Who I wonder who) put those ideas in your head (Who I wonder who) yeah Come on back down little son Dig the low low low low lowdown
You ain't got to be so bad got to be so cold This dog eat dog existence sure is getting old Got to have a Jones for this Jones for that This running with the Joneses boy Just ain't where it's at You gonna come back around To the sad sad truth the dirty lowdown
(Who I wonder who) got you thinking like that boy (Who I wonder who) (Who I wonder who said who I wonder who) Oh look out for that lowdown That dirty dirty dirty dirty lowdown (Who I wonder who ohh ohh) Got you thinking like that
Mon Pot' Le Gitan Composer(s): Jacques Verrières; Marc Heyral Performer(s): Yves Montand and various other artists
Mon pot' le gitan c'est un gars curieux Une gueule toute noir, des carreaux tout bleus Y reste des heures sans dire un seul mot Assis près du poêle au fond du bistrot C'gars-là une roulotte s'promène dans sa tête Et quand elle voyage jamais ne s'arrête Des tas d'paysages sortent de ses yeux Mon pot' le gitan c'est un gars curieux Mon pot' le gitan, c'est pas un marrant Et dans notre bistrot personne le comprend Comme tous ces gars-là il a sa guitare Une guitare crasseuse qui vous colle le noir Quand y s'met à jouer la vieille roulotte Galope dans sa tête, les joueurs de belote S'arrêtent et plus rien... on a mal en dedans Mon pot' le gitan c'est pas un marrant
Mon pot' le gitan un jour est parti Et Dieu seul sait où il ballade sa vie Ce type là était un grand musicien Ça j'en étais sûr, moi je l'sentais bien Le tôlier m'a dit qu'on est venu l'chercher Un grand music-hall voulait l'acheter Mon pot' le gitan il a refusé Un haussement d'épaules et il s'est taillé?
J'ai eu l'impression de perdre un ami Et pourtant c'gars-là ne m'a jamais rien dit Mais il m'a laissé un coin de sa roulotte Et dans ma petite tête j'ai du rêve qui trotte Sa drôle de musique en moi est restée Quand je pense à lui, m'arrive de chanter Toi sacré gitan qui sentait l'cafard Au fond ta musique était pleine d'espoir
Gew Janna heavy woman makes me feel so cold Gew Janna's sister Anna somethin' she sold Those memories always flowing flying so real Orbit me high Gew Janna until until until I Until I die
Gew Janna why did you leave me Do do me magic lover do do me well Laid back with sweat and waiting release my hell Hell ain't the kind of feeling I want to feel
Orbit me high Gew Janna until until until I Until I die Gew Janna why did you leave me
And then I saw a vision of the world before me Like a dream I dreamed a million times And the thrill when I was there Believe me I was high so high
Gew Janna heavy woman makes me feel so cold Gew Janna's sister Anna somethin' she sold Those memories always flowing flying so real Orbit me high Gew Janna until until until I Until I die
Low Rider Composer(s): Gerald Goldstein - Papa Dee Allen - Harold Brown - Morris Dewayne Dickerson - Lee Oskar Levitin - Charles Miller - Leroy L. Jordan - Howard E. Scott First release by: War - 1975
All my friends know the low rider The low rider is a little higher Low rider drives a little slower Low rider is a real goer Low rider knows every street yeah! Low rider is the one to meet yeah! Low rider don't use no gas now Low rider don't drive to fast Take a little trip Take a little trip Take a little trip and see Take a little trip Take a little trip Take a little trip with me
Mon Petit Bonhomme
((German Version: Lieber Kleiner Mann (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Guy Motta - Pascal Sevran
Performer(s): Dalida
Mon petit bonhomme Tu veux être un homme Et pourtant moi je voudrais tant que tu restes un enfant Mon petit bonhomme La vie chez les hommes C'est un jeu souvent dangereux Mais le gagne qui veut
Le monde n'est pas fait que de rêve et de soleil Et j'ai tellement peur pour toi Quelqu'un pourra-t-il t'offrir un amour pareil À celui que j'ai pour toi
Le temps s'en va Et quand on le voit passer C'est trop tard pour l'arrêter
Mon petit bonhomme Tu seras un homme Avec tout ce que ça comprend De bon et de méchant Mon petit bonhomme Ni rien, ni personne Ne pourra t'empêcher de faire La vie que tu espères
Un jour par tes bras qui seront te retenir Toi tu lâcheras ma main Mais je te verrais quelquefois me revenir Quand tu auras du chagrin
Mon petit bonhomme Si tu m'abandonnes Mon petit bonhomme Je te le pardonne En attendant que tu grandisses Chantes la vie mon fils En attendant que tu grandisses Danse la vie mon fils Chante la vie mon fils Danse la vie mon fils La vie est à toi
Getting To Know You Composer(s): Richard Rogers; Oscar Hammerstein Performer(s): Gertrude Lawrence; and various other artists
Getting to know you, getting to know all about you Getting to like you, getting to hope you like me Getting to know you, putting it my way But nicely You are precisely My cup of tea
Getting to know you Getting to feel free and easy When I am with you Getting to know what to say Haven't you noticed Suddenly I'm bright and breezy Because of all the beautiful and new Things I'm learning about you Day by day
Sharing your spirit Sharing your tears and your laughter Hoping it goes on Hoping it lasts endlessly Getting to know you, putting it my way But sweetly You are completely My friend you see
Telling you my dreams Getting to feel that you're with me Making our own fun Knowing we know how to play Now that I've met you Suddenly I'm mostly happy I've found a new pal, beautiful and true Yes I'm talking about you Friends Today
Mijn Vader Zei French & Italian Title: Mon Père Disait; Mio Padre Diceva Performer(s): Liesbeth List (Originally performed by: Jacques Brel)
Mijn vader zei: de noordewind Verstuift het hoge duin bij Scheveningen Bij Scheveningen, zo hard m'n kind Dat je niet weet of 't stuift Of dat de zee het voorwaarts schuift Het is die wind Die met zijn adem-noord In de ogen boort Van man en kind En die zijn klokkenspel van noorderkou Doet tinkelen in hun ogenblauw
Mijn vader zei: de noordewind Doet de aarde kantelen rond Gent en Brugge Rond Gent en Brugge blaast noord de wind En woelt de aarde bloot Om 't groot belfroot van Gent en Brugge De meisjes hier Geeft hij de kalme blik Van stadjes oud En winterkoud Hun breekbaar haar klost hij met stramme hand Tot Brussels kant, tot Brussels kant
Mijn vader zei: de noordewind Scheurde het oude land tussen Zeebrugge Tussen Zeebrugge blies noord de wind En scheurde 't oude land Tussen Zeebrugge en Engeland En Londen is Niet meer als voor die vloed Het bolwerk dat Brugge behoedt Maar Londen werd een buitenwijk van Brugge Verzonken in de Noordzeevloed
Mijn vader zei: de noordewind Zal straks mijn zielloos lijf ter aarde dragen Hij neemt mij mee, de noordewind En draagt mij tot aan zee Begraaft me aan de rand van 't strand De noordewind Maakt mij straks kapitein Van 'n wering die De golven breekt De noordewind maakt van mijn lijk een dijk Die jullie warme tranen breekt...
Getting Some Fun Out Of Life Composer(s): Edgar Leslie; Joseph A. Burke Performer(s): Billie Holiday; and various other artists
My Baby's like me Wants to do this, wants to do that And so we do just as we please We hate to be told Not to go here, not to go there Because our sentiments are these....
When we want to love, we love When we want to kiss, we kiss With a little petting, we're getting Some fun out of life
When we want to work, we work When we want to play, we play In a happy setting, we're getting Some fun out of life
Maybe we do the right thing Maybe we do the wrong Spending each day Wending our way along
But when we want to sing, we sing When we want to dance, we dance You can do your betting, we're getting Some fun out of life
Loving You Is Sweeter Than Ever ((French Version: N'est-Ce Pas Étrange? (Claude François) - 1975)) Composer(s): Stevie Wonder - Ivy Hunter First release by: Four Tops - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
I remember yet before we met When every night & day I had to live the life of a lonely one I remember meeting you Discovering love could be so true Shared by 2 instead of only one When you said you loved me (when you said you loved me) & we could not be parted (we could not be parted) I said I built my world around you (built my world around you) I'm so thankful that I found you (so thankful that I found you)
'Cause lovin' you has made my life sweeter than ever I've never felt like this before Lovin' you has made my life so much sweeter than ever
Each night I pray we'll never part For the love within my heart grows stronger From day to day As best I can, I'll always try To reassure & satisfy 'Cause I'd be lost if you went away 'Cause I really need you (really really need you) & I need for you to need me too (need for you to need me too) I have built my world around you (built my world around you) I'm so thankful that I found you
'Cause lovin' you has made my life sweeter than ever, yes it has Lovin' you has made my life so much sweeter than ever
'Cause I really love you (really really love you) Girl, I'm thankful that you love me too (thankful that you love me too) I have built my world around you (built my world around you) & I'm truly glad I found you
'Cause lovin' you has made my life sweeter than ever Oh it has, yes it has Lovin' you, since I've been lovin' you, my life's sweeter than ever Since I'm lovin' you, life is sweeter than ever ...
Mon Père Disait Dutch & Italian Title: Mijn Vader Zei; Mio Padre Diceva Composer(s): Jacques Brel Originally performed by: Jacques Brel Covered by various other artists
Mon père disait C'est l'vent du nord Qui fait craquer les digues A Scheveningen À Scheveningen, petit Tellement fort Qu'on ne sait plus qui navigue La mer du nord Ou bien les digues C'est le vent du nord Qui transperce les yeux Des hommes du nord Jeunes ou vieux Pour faire chanter Des carillons de bleus Venus du nord Au fond de leurs yeux
Mon père disait C'est le vent du nord Qui fait tourner la tête Autour de Bruges Autour de bruges, petit C'est le vent du nord Qu'a raboté la terre Autour des tours Des tours de Bruges Et qui fait qu'nos filles Ont l'regard tranquille Des vieilles villes Des vieilles villes Qui fait qu'nos belles Ont le cheveu fragile De nos dentelles De nos dentelles
Mon père disait C'est le vent du nord Qu'a fait craquer la terre Entre Zeebruges Entre Zeebruges, petit C'est le vent du Nord Qu'a fait craquer la terre Entre Zeebruges et l'Angleterre Et Londres n'est plus Comme avant le déluge Le poing de Bruges Narguant la mer Londres n'est plus Que le faubourg de Bruges Perdu en mer Perdu en mer
Mais mon père disait C'est le vent du nord Qui portera en terre Mon corps sans âme Et sans colère C'est le vent du nord Qui portera en terre Mon corps sans âme Face à la mer C'est le vent du nord Qui me fera capitaine D'un brise-lames Ou d'une baleine C'est le vent du nord Qui me fera capitaine D'un brise-larmes Pour ceux que j'aime
Getting Ready For The Heartbreak Composer(s): Edwards Lockie Jr.; Larry Weiss Performer(s): Dionne Warwick; Long John Baldry; Chuck Jackson
Closed up all my windows, so no-one could see even told the mailman to pass by me Cause my lover is coming today and I know what he's gonna say So I'm getting ready for the heartbreak So I'm getting ready for the heartbreak
Last night he saw me walking It was much to dark to see the guy I was holding hands with meant nothing to me But now my tears are falling like rain and I'm starting to feel the pain So I'm getting ready for the heartbreak So I'm getting ready for the heartbreak
There's no use in carrying it on pretty soon our love will be gone So I'm getting ready for the heartbreak So I'm getting ready for the heartbreak
Mon Père À Moi Composer(s): Louis Amade; Gilbert Bécaud; Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle; Maurice Vidalin Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Je le revois assis sur son vieux banc de pierre roulant sa cigarette au bout de ses dix doigts Il était simple et bon et il était mon père mon père, mon père, mon père, mon père, mon père à moi Il était menuisier du plus petit village qu'on rencontre là-bas avant le pays haut Il m'enseignait la vie comme on construit sa table mon père, mon père, mon père, mon père, mon père à moi Je sais qu'il avait fait des bêtises Certains soirs il parlait du Moyen-Orient Il avait même fait la valise mais il revint pour moi en pleurant Il savait fabriquer des armoires aux lavandes où les jeunes mariés garderaient leurs draps blancs et où les vieux mariés rangeraient leur légende mon père, mon père, mon père, mon père, mon père à moi Je sais qu'il avait fait des bêtises Certains soirs il parlait du Moyen-Orient Il avait même fait la valise mais il revint pour moi en pleurant Je le revois debout tel qu'il fut et qu'il reste derrière l'établi de sa pauvre maison avec pour tout galon des copeaux sur sa veste mon père, mon père, mon père, mon père, mon père à moi
Getting Over You Composer(s): Turner Stephen Bruton Performer(s): Willie Nelson & Bonnie Raitt
Willie: Why do I still write Why do I still call Why do I still think There's hope for us at all These are the tings I hate But they're are the things I do To get over you
Bonnie: Sunsets make me cry Old pictures make me grin But I don't really care To see your face again These are the things I say But they're so hard to do Like gettin' over you
(Chorus - both) You gotta believe that there is a reason That we surrender up our hearts But there's a vantage point And it takes some time to find Where you can see how all the pieces fit As you watch 'em fall apart
Willie: Now I don't think it's right And you don't know what's wrong My heart keeps asking me Just where do we belong
Bonnie: It's not as though my life Ain't hard enough to do
Both: Try gettin' over you
(Repeat chorus)
Willie: Now other people say Stop living in the past
Bonnie: But when there's nothin' left It's your memory that lasts
Willie: It's later than you think But still this isn't through
Both: This gettin' over you Now it's later than you think But still this isn't through This gettin' over you