Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Luna Caprese ((Italian Version: Luna Caprese (Peppino Di Capri)) Composer(s): Cesare Augusto - Enrico Ricciard - G. Gosset - J. Grelbin Performer(s): Dalida
Ohé cumme cantate 'sta canzone Vuie ça suffrite 'e pene de l'amore Capri ve po 'ncantà cu 'na parola
Tu luna luna tu luna caprese Tous les amants d'un soir toujours se plaisent Ces jours des amoureux prennent en vacances Chantent sous les étoiles une romance Berçés par les accents de la guitare C'est avec un regard que se déclare Son fou désir d'aimer son impatience Les plus tendres aveux sont des silences
Luna caprese fa innamorare Pierre du temps passé vieille dentelle Témoin de tout l'amour des curs fidèles Tu luna luna tu luna caprese Résonne dans tes murs toujours le même Sous la luna caprese en Italie Avec toi je voudrais finir ma vie
Ohé, comme cantate 'sta canzone Vuie ça suffrite 'e pene de l'amore Capri ve po 'ncantà cu 'na parola
Moon Composer(s): Michael Caleo; Jack Miles Performer(s): Sam Browne
Moon, tell me about my love Tell me, Oh Moon, who is she thinking of Does she belong to me Or is she fancy free While you are gleaming, beaming, oh let me know
Moon, are we to be apart Tell me, Oh Moon, has she another heart Though it would hurt me so Still I would like to know Oh Moon, Oh Moon
Luna Composer(s): Tom Petty Performer(s): Tom Petty
White light cut a scar in the sky Thin line of silver The night was all clouded with dreams Wind made me shiver Black and yellow pools of light Outside my window Luna come to me tonight I am a prisoner Luna glide down from the moon
The clouds are all silver and black Floating around me Luna come into my eyes Luna surround me With black and yellow pools of light Fall by my window Luna come to me tonight I am a prisoner Luna glide down from the moon
The clouds are all silver and black Floating around me Luna come into my eyes Luna surround me With black and yellow pools of light Fall by my window Luna come to me tonight I am a prisoner Luna glide down from the moon
Moody's Mood For Love Composer(s): Dorothy Fields; Jimmy McHugh; James Moody Performer(s): King Pleasure
(He:) There I go, there I go, there I go There I go.. Pretty baby, you are the soul who snaps my control Such a funny thing but every time youre near me I never can behave You give me a smile and then Im wrapped up in your magic Theres music all around me, crazy music Music that keeps calling me so very close to you Turns me your slave Come and do with me any little thing you want to Anything baby, just let me get next to you Am I insane or do I really see heaven in your eyes? Bright as stars that shine up above you in the clear blue skies How I worry about you Just cant live my life without you Baby come here, dont have no fear Oh, is there a wonder why Im really feeling in the mood for love? So tell me why stop to think About this weather, my dear? This little dream might fade away There I go talking out of my head again, oh baby Wont you come and put our two hearts together? That would make me strong and brave Oh when we are one, Im not afraid, Im not afraid If theres a cloud up above us Go on and let it rain Im sure our love together will endure a hurricane Oh my baby Wont you please let me love you And give a relief from this awful misery?
(She:) What is all this talk about loving me, my sweet? I am not afraid, not anymore, not like before Cant you understand me? Now baby, please pull yourself together, do it soon My souls on fire, come on and take me Ill be what you make me, my darling, my sweet
(He:) Oh baby, you make me feel so good Let me take you by the hand Come let us visit out there In that new promised land Maybe there we can find A good place to use a loving state of mind Im so tired of being without And never knowing what loves about... James Moody, you can come on in man And you can blow now if you want to
L'un Vers L'autre Composer(s): Alain Boublil - Claude-Michel Schönberg
Éponine Deux anges qui se découvrent n'ont rien à expliquer deux âmes qui se retrouvent ont tout dit sans parler j'ai souvent rêvé dans les bras de Marius d'être à sa place devant ce bonheur d'un autre monde la jalousie s'efface
Ils marchaient sans savoir l'un vers l'autre comme la chance quand elle cherche le hasard deux enfants mis au monde l'un par l'autre pour jouer les héros d'une histoire
Ils descendent des nuages rayonnants de mystère pour faire un long voyage d'amour sur cette terre
À peine se sont-ils vus qu'ils se sont reconnus avant de se connaître
Le bonheur leur va bien l'un à l'autre un aveugle en son cur pourrait le voir le bonheur ça fait mal chez les autres quand on n'a pas de rôle dans l'histoire
Mais dans une pièce a deux les autres n'ont pas d'réplique ils sont dans le public
Ils marchaient sans savoir l'un vers l'autre et la chance a trouvé le hasard on n'peut plus les aimer l'un sans l'autre sans trahir la morale de l'histoire
Moody River Composer(s): Gary D. Bruce Originally performed by: Chase Webster Covered by various other artists
(Moody river, moody river)
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life
Last Saturday evenin' came to the old oak tree It stands beside the river where you were to meet me On the ground your glove I found With a note addressed to me It read "Dear love, I've done you wrong" "Now I must set you free" "No longer can I live with this hurt and this sin" "I just couldn't tell you that guy was just a friend"
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life
I looked into the muddy water and what could I see? I saw a lonely, lonely face just lookin' back at me Tears in his eyes and a prayer on his lips And the glove of his lost love at his fingertips
Moody river, more deadly than the vainest knife Moody river, your muddy water took my baby's life
L'un D'entre Eux Inventa La Mort
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Il y a des millions d'années
Il y a des millions d'années
Quand le diable n'était pas né
Quand le diable n'était pas né
Tous les hommes étaient immortels
Mais l'un d'entre eux, qui était plus fort
L'un d'entre eux inventa la mort
Ce fut une révolution
Jusque-là, les filles étaient belles
On ne se battait pas pour elles
On ne se battait pas pour elles
Jusque-là, les hommes étaient forts
Mais l'un d'entre eux qui était plus fort
L'un d'entre eux inventa la mort
Et l'on vit les cheveux blanchir
Et l'on vit les dos se courber
Et l'on vit la vie s'envoler
Et l'on vit la vie s'envoler
Des curs, des âmes et des corps
Mais l'un d'entre eux qui était plus fort
L'un d'entre eux inventa la mort
Alors lui, le petit malin
Devint le Dieu, le souverain
Il régnait comme un vrai tyran
Il régnait comme un vrai tyran
Sur la pluie et sur le beau temps
Sur la pluie et sur le vent du Nord
Il avait inventé la mort
Il avait inventé la mort
Il avait inventé l'enfer
Les voleurs et les assassins
La pneumonie et le cancer
La pneumonie et le cancer
La guerre et les conquistadors
Il était vraiment le plus fort
Il avait inventé la mort
Il avait inventé la mort
Il restait quand même l'amour
Pour les hommes, c'était l'opium
Ils s'aimaient tant qu'ils le pouvaient
Ils s'aimaient tant qu'ils le pouvaient
Puis un jour ils se détestaient
Et l'amour devenait la mort
Et l'amour devenait la mort
Ils mouraient de n'importe quoi
De misère, d'un bobo au doigt
En marchant, volant ou nageant
En marchant, volant ou nageant
Dans un lit, dans un guet-apens
Ils étaient condamnés à mort
Ils étaient condamnés à mort
Pour se concilier les faveurs
De l'impitoyable seigneur
On brûla quelques inventeurs
On brûla quelques inventeurs
Des poètes et que sais-je encore
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
De l'encens, des cierges et des fleurs
Pour fair' plaisir à leur Seigneur
Pour fair' plaisir à leur Seigneur
Des Credo, des Confiteor
Des Pater et que sais-je encore
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
Mais la mort demeurait la mort
Alors les hommes se sont dit
"Que peut-on attendre de lui?
"Que peut-on attendre de lui?
Il faudra travailler longtemps
Il faudra travailler longtemps
Peut-être pendant cent mille ans
Peut-être plus longtemps encore"
Peut-être plus longtemps encore"
Alors les hommes
Ont pris un cur qui ne battait plus
Et puis
Lui ont redonné la vie que l'on croyait perdue
Les hommes
Ont visité les planètes une à une
D'abord
La vieille Lune et Mars et Jupiter et Neptune
Les hommes
Se sont envolés droit vers les étoiles
Et puis
Sont revenus tout raconter dans leurs cathédrales
Les hommes
Après avoir longtemps, longtemps cherché
Enfin
Ont découvert le secret de
L'immortalité
Fous de joie d'avoir découvert
Le grand secret de l'Univers
Ils ont mis leurs plus beaux habits
Ils ont mis leurs plus beaux habits
Et sont partis vers celui qui
Et sont partis vers celui qui
Leur avait inventé la mort
Leur avait inventé la mort
Ils avaient vraiment bonne mine
Là-haut dans leurs super machines
Mais en arrivant au Palais
Mais en arrivant au Palais
Ils avaient les mains qui tremblaient
Et le cur qui battait très fort
Et le cur qui battait très fort
Une grande porte s'ouvrit
Et puis d'autres à l'infini
Ils suivirent de longs couloirs
Ils suivirent de longs couloirs
Un huissier en costume noir
Leur dit: "Messieurs vous venez tard, vous venez tard
Depuis ce matin à l'aurore
Depuis ce matin à l'aurore
Dieu est mort"
Dieu est mort"
Lumberjack Song Composer(s): Terry Jones - Michael Palin - Fred Tomlinson Performer(s): Monty Python
Barber: I wanted to be ... a lumberjack!
Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia The Giant Redwood The Larch The Fir! The mighty Scots Pine! The lofty flowering Cherry! The plucky little Apsen! The limping Roo tree of Nigeria The towering Wattle of Aldershot! The Maidenhead Weeping Water Plant! The naughty Leicestershire Flashing Oak! The flatulent Elm of West Ruislip! The Quercus Maximus Bamber Gascoigni! The Epigillus! The Barter Hughius Greenus!
With my best buddy by my side, we'd sing! Sing! Sing!
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay I sleep all night and I work all day
Mounties: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day
Barber: I cut down trees I eat my lunch I go to the lavatory. On Wednesdays I go shoppin' And have buttered scones for tea
Mounties: He cuts down trees He eats his lunch He goes to the lavatory On Wednesdays he goes shopping And has buttered scones for tea
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day
Barber: I cut down trees. I skip and jump I like to press wild flowers I put on women's clothing And hang around in bars
Mounties: He cuts down trees He skips and jumps He likes to press wild flowers He puts on women's clothing And hangs around in bars?!
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day
Barber: I cut down trees I wear high heels Suspendies, and a bra I wish I'd been a girlie Just like my dear Papa
Mounties: He cuts down trees He wears high heels Suspendies, and a bra?!
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My! And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter! ...
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay He sleeps all night and he works all day
He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay He sleeps all night and he works all day
Mony Mony Composer(s): Bobby Bloom; Ritchie Cordell; Bobbie Gentry; Tommy James Originally performed by: Tommy James Covered by various other artists
Here she come now, say, Mony Mony Shoot 'em down, turn around, come on Mony Hey, she give me lovin,' I feel all right yeah You've got me tossin,' turnin' in the middle of the night and I feel all right
I say Yeah! (Yeah!) You make me feel so good
Wake me shake me, Mony Mony Shot gun git it done come on, Mony Don't stop lookin' it feels so good, yeah Don't stop now Come on, Mony Come on, Mony Yeah!
Lumbered Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse - Anthony Newley Performer(s): Anthony Newley and multiple other artists
I've been trapped, lumbered!
I have been lumbered! I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again
I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered And I don't L-i-k-e it one small bit I'm too young to be a father There are lots of things I'd rather be Like working down a coal P-i-t pit!
When I ought to be completely unencumbered I've been forced to buy a ring and say Amen I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again
I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered I'm completely C-h-o-k-e-d choked! Bang, all my lovely visions I've been forced to make decisions Wish I had a quid for ev'ry fag I've smoked
When I think of all the birds with whom I've slumbered Now I'll only ever see them now and then At the weekends and whenever the wife's not around! I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again
If I ever get my hands upon the idiot that wrote "Into ev'ry life a little rain must fall" I shall take his book of poems And I'll stuff 'em up his ... throat 'Cause it seems to me as though I get it all!
I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered And the idea doesn't please me very much I was not prepared for marriage I would catch a boat from Harwich But I don't speak any D-u-t-c-h Dutch
Though I know it's true a bachelor's days are numbered I think I should have the choice of saying when I've been L-U-M-B-E-R-E-D lumbered, But, I'm never gonna get lumbered again.
I've been L-u-m-b-e-r-e-d lumbered It's enough to drive a fellow M-a-d! I am scarcely past my childhood I still play the games a child would I'm still playing mums and dads, as you can see
When I think of all the chicks with whom I've rumba'd For the wedding march, I'm lumbered with a hen! (Quack, quack!) I've been quite unduly, well and truly lumbered But, I'm never gonna get Never gonna get, never, never Never gonna get, never gonna get, never never Never gonna get lumbered again!
(Refrain) J'ai oublié le jour et l'nom d'la rue J'ai oublié mes bagues sur ton piano Mais jamais j'oublierai comme c'était beau, comme c'était chaud J'va toujours me rappeler qu't'as pas essayé d'm'impressionner T'étais pas le plus beau ni le plus doux Mais on a rie ensemble des autre fous Qui font l'amour comme on apprend des livres Ou dans les vues J'ai oublié le jour et le nom d'la rue J'ai oublié le jour mais jamais j'oublierai T'étais là quand j'ai eu besoin de toi T'étais pas là pour me rassurer T'étais pas là pour me consoler Mais m'écouter Comme j'en avais besoin
(Refrain) T'étais pas là pour me consoler T'étais pas là pour me rassurer Mais m'écouter Comme j'en avais besoin
(Refrain) J'va toujours me rappeler qu't'as pas essayé d'm'impressioner J'va toujours me rappeler qu't'as pas essayé d'm'impressioner
Lulu's Back In Town Composer(s): Harry Warren - Al Dubin First performance/First recording by: Dick Powell & Ted Fio Rito and His Orch. - 1935 Covered by multiple other artists
Where's that careless chambermaid? Where'd she put my razor blade? She mislaid it, I'm afraid It's gotta be foun'! Ask her when she cleaned my room What she did with my perfume I just can't lose it I've gotta use it 'Cause Lulu's back in town
Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed Gotta sew a button on my vest 'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best Lulu's back in town Gotta get a half a buck somewhere Gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair Gotta get myself a boutonniere Lulu's back in town You can tell all my pets All my Harlem coquettes Mister Otis regrets That he won't be aroun' You can tell the mailman not to call I ain't comin' home until the fall And I might not get back home at all Lulu's back in town
You can bet I've got it bad Best complaint I've ever had We'll be stepping out tonight An' struttin', an' how We're in for the swellest time Finish up without a dime Look here, you fellers I'll make you jealous My Lulu, she's a wow
Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed Gotta sew a button on my vest 'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best Lulu's back in town Gotta get a half a buck somewhere Gotta shine my shoes and slick my hair Gotta get myself a boutonniere Lulu's back in town You can tell all my pets All my blondes and brunettes Mister Otis regrets That he won't be aroun' You can tell the mailman not to call I ain't comin' home until the fall And I might not get back home at all Lulu's back in town
Montgomery In The Rain Composer(s): Steve Young Performer(s): Steve Young; Hank Williams
Well here I am again down in Montgomery Alabam My luck ain't never been up but I'm used to it down So all you people don't look at me and frown I don't want to stay here and I'm just passing through your town And I just came back here to see an old stained window pane Before you tear it all down and bring out your crane I did want to see Montgomery in the rain......
Around these streets and old houses alot of changes I been through From the top of the town to washing cars, being down out and blue And I once met a woman here with ways like I never had seen We used to rambel between here and old New Orleans So I've just come back here to remember a joy and a pain To look back to a year through a tear in an old window pane And I did want to see Montgomery in the rain.....
So you don't have to hide your baby you don't have to go get no gun I know I look funny to you all honey but I'm just one Who was once from here and now whose come back again And I'm not asking for nothing but my song a cemetary wind And if its all right with you before I get back on the train I want to go out by Hank's tombstone and cry up a thunder storm chain 'cause I did want to see Montgomery in the rain.......
Monterey Composer(s): Larry Beckett; Tim Buckley Performer(s): Tim Buckley
Under a loop of stars in the vulgar cold The dead airport lay By the pebbles of the highway Through the snail clouds You soared to your lover I hurried away my darling With a howl in my throat
Hiding inside the weeds In the orange grove The black rooster crowed Through the hollow of the midnight
With my shot blood With stains on my fingers I run with the damned, my darling They have taught me to laugh
Monterey Composer(s): Vic Briggs; Eric Burdon; Barry Jenkins; Danny McCulloch Originally performed by: Eric Burdon & The Animals
The people came and listened Some of them came and played Others gave flowers away, yes they did Down in Monterey Down in Monterey
Young Gods smiled upon the crowd Their music being born of love Children danced night and day Religion was being born Down in Monterey
The birds and the airplane did fly Oh, Ravi Shankars music made me cry The Who exploded into fire and light Hugh Masakela's music was black as night The Grateful Dead blew everybodies mind Jimi Hendrix baby,believe me, set the world on fire, yeah His Majesty, Prince Jones, smiled as he moved among the crowd Ten thousand electric guitars were grooving real loud, yeah
You want to find the truth in life Don't pass music by and you know I would not lie, no I would not lie No, I would not lie Down in Monterey
Three days of understanding of moving with one another Even the cops grooved with us Do you believe me, yeah? Down in Monterey
I think that maybe I'm dreaming Monterey Down in monterey Did you hear what I said?
Categorie:Eng. Songs Tags:Eric Burdon & The Animals
The Last Waltz Composer(s): Barry Mason - Les Reed First release by: Engelbert Humperdinck - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - L'ultimo Valzer (Dalida) 1967 - Den Sidste Vals (Grethe Sønck)
I wondered should I go or should I stay The band had only one more song to play And then I saw you out the corner of my eyes A little girl alone and so shy I had the last waltz with you Two lonely people together I fell in love with you The last waltz should last forever But the love we had was goin' strong Through the good and bad we'd get along And then the flame of love died in your eye My heart was broke in two when you said goodbye I had the last waltz with you Two lonely people together I fell in love with you The last waltz should last forever It's all over now Nothing left to say Just my tears and the orchestra playing La la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la I had the last waltz with you Two lonely people together I fell in love with you The last waltz should last forever La la la la la la la la la la
Montélimar Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Avec leurs gniards Mignons mignards Leur beau matou Leur gros toutou Les pharisiens Les béotiens Les aoûtiens Dans leur auto Roulent presto Tombeau ouvert Descendant vers La grande mare En passant par Montélimar
Dites d'urgence À ces engeances De malheur Et à leurs Gniards Que chiens, chats N'aiment Pas l'nougat Même Même celui D'Montélimar
Hélas bientôt Le mal d'auto Va déranger Les passagers Le beau matou Le gros toutou Pas fiers du tout - Ça fait frémir - S'en vont vomir Et même pis Sur les tapis Et les coussins A beaux dessins C'est très malsain
C'est très fâcheux C'est plus du jeu Et cetera Et alors à Montélimar On en a marre Du cauchemar Boutant presto Hors de l'auto Le beau matou Le gros toutou Ces handicaps Sur Digne, Gap On met le cap
Alors tous ces Petits poucets Ces beaux matous Ces gros toutous En ribambelle Ont sans appel Droit au scalpel Les aoûtiens Les béotiens Qui font ça n'ont Pas d'âme, non Que leur auto Bute presto Contre un poteau!
