Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Talkin' Silver Cloud Blues Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot Performer(s): John D. Loudermilk
I've been singing rock most all my life I got three little boys and a sweet young wife I feed 'em good cause I make good bread Thank God for the man that said Rock 'n' roll is the answer son You can't beat 'em join 'em Get your guitar get your drum Get your set of iron ear drums A thousand watt column And you're in the business son Got my first Cadillac in '54 Since then I had about five more Mercedez Benz and a Porsche too The other day I was thinking this wouldn't do Cause the price of a Cadillac times two Comes out to the cost of a Rolls Royce new But soon the Cadillac's obsolete And the Rolls Royce is still a running sleek Figure four years instead of two Before you gotta buy something new Put an extra fifteen hundred in to pay for the bar and air-conditionin' You don't need no chauffer Get your bartender and ride baby
So the other day I drove down from the hill Went to my bank to get me some bills And boots and Levi's worn and tan I ambled into the Rolls Royce stand Showroom four was quiet that day I walked up to a silver grey Silver Cloud all sleek and long Standin' there loose and so alone Such a beautiful sight I never did see Sparkled and shone like a Christmas tree He was really something to admire I moved in close and I kicked the tire Had to get some attention, I got some quickly Well I was comin' my hair down in the chrome When up steps a man in a herring bone Said good morning son may I help you I said yes sir I'd like to testdrive This new Silver Cloud II Well he jumped back his face was sore He looked me over from my head to my toe His face formed into a sneer He said sorry kid this car stays here And don't you kick tose tires Don't open the doors, don't touch the chrome You're gettin' dandruff on the radiator
Well I got put on for an hour or more They ushered me in the bossman's door It wasn't long till I came out The bossman followed up with a shout Open the door there look alive And take this boy for a testdrive In the silver grey Silver Cloud The little cat's loaded Lumps in is clothes, gotta look for those How do you think I got where I am today hmm Now I'm driving along ole 501 Listening to them big wheels hum Gotta get home before it's five Take my wife and kids for a drive Now the moral is the part that's best Never judge a man by the way he is dressed Don't you brush him off or treat him wrong He may be the singer of rock songs Don't you forget it
What's that pounding noise what's burning Well the temperature is up and the oil is down Termites running around and around on my dashboard Spots on my windshield... trading time
Mr. Jones (Are You Coming To Bed?) Composer(s): Mills Performer(s): Evelyn Dall; Florence Desmond
Ive often wondered what it was like to be married Ive often wondered why for so long I have tarried But I was wed this mornin And now I am a missus So without much warning Ill know what married bliss is
Mr. Jones are you comin to bed Mr. Jones are you comin to bed Youve been awful rough And youve done your stuff Oh its just as well were wed Mr. Jones are you comin to bed
Mr. Jones, can you really be mine Mr. Jones, oh youre lookin devine Youve been on the loose And youve cooked your goose So its just as well were wed Mr. Jones are you comin to bed
Nows your chance Here comes romance I cant bear you out of my sight So dont blow out that light
Oh Mr. Jones, youre so hard to resist Mr. Jones, if Ive gotta be kissed Its a darn good thing That you bought that ring And its just as well were wed Mr. Jones are you comin to bed
Mr. Jones, wont you get out of bed Mr. Jones, wont you get out of bed Heres your morning tea And its half past three Thats the worst of bein wed Mr. Jones, wont you get out of bed
Mr. Jones, I dont want to be rude Mr. Jones, dont you want any food Just a steak and chips Gee, its half past six Thats the worst of bein wed Mr. Jones, wont you get out of bed
Youve had a snooze Youve read the news I cant think what mother would say Youve wasted all the day
Oh Mr. Jones, now its terribly late Mr. Jones, its a quarter to eight Better say goodnight And blow out that light And get straight back to bed Mr. Jones are you comin to bed
Gloomy Sunday
((Adapted from: Vége A Világnak - 1930 (aka Szomorú Vasárnap - 1935))
Composer(s): Rezsô Seress - Sam M. Lewis
Performer(s): Hal Kemp & His Orch. (vocal: Bob Allen) - 1936
and multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages:
1936 - Sombre Dimanche
1937 - Triste Domingo
Sunday is gloomy, my hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry if I thought of joining you?
Gloomy Sunday
Gloomy is Sunday, with shadows I spend it all My heart and I have decided to end it all Soon there'll be candles and prayers that are sad I know Let them not weep let them know that I'm glad to go Death is no dream for in death I'm caressing you With the last breath of my soul I'll be blessing you
Gloomy Sunday
Dreaming, I was only dreaming I wake and I find you asleep in the deep of my heart, here Darling, I hope that my dream never haunted you My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Talkin' New York Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan; Michel Montecrossa
Ramblin' outa the wild West Leavin' the towns I love the best Thought I'd seen some ups and down Til I come into New York town People goin' down to the ground Buildings goin' up to the sky
Wintertime in New York town The wind blowin' snow around Walk around with nowhere to go Somebody could freeze right to the bone I froze right to the bone New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then I swung on to my old guitar Grabbed hold of a subway car And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side Greenwich Village
I walked down there and ended up In one of them coffee-houses on the block Got on the stage to sing and play Man there said, "Come back some other day You sound like a hillbilly We want folk singers here"
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day I blowed inside out and upside down The man there said he loved m' sound He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound Dollar a day's worth
And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around I finally got a job in New York town In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joined the union and paid m' dues
Now, a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen It didn't take too long to find out Just what he was talkin' about A lot of people don't have much food on their table But they got a lot of forks n' knives And they gotta cut somethin'
So one mornin' when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town Pulled my cap down over my eyes And headed out for the western skies So long, New York Howdy, East Orange
Mr. Jaws Composer(s): Bill Ramal Performer(s): Dickie Goodman
We are here on the beach where a giant shark has just eaten a girl swimmer Well Mr. Jaws, how was it? "Dynomite" And what did she say when you grabbed her? "Please Mr. Please" I know sharks are stupid, but what did you think when you took that first bite? "How sweet it is" Mr. Jaws, before you swim out to sea, have you anything else to say? "Why can't we be friends, why can't we be friends?" With me now is the local sheriff Sheriff Brody, the shark will be back for lunch What do you intend to do? "Do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight" Just arriving is oceanographer Matt Hooper Sir, if someone is attacked by a shark, what should they do? "Do the hustle" We are going aboard the fishing boat of Captain Quint Captain, will you be able to catch this giant shark? "I will", "I will", "I will" (thank you, captain) "I will" (captain!) "I will" (captain!) "I will" (captain!) When you catch one of these sharks, what do you feel like? "Like a Rhinestone Cowboy" We've just sighted the shark again He's coming straight for us. Captain Quint is shouting something at him "Get you baby one of these nights" Hey Jaws, the captain says he's going to catch you What do you think of that? "Jive talkin'" Uh-oh, here he comes again!
They've hit him! Mr. Jaws, why doesn't anything seem to hurt you? "Big boys don't cry, big boys don't cry" He's coming right onto the boat! Mr. Jaws, why are you grabbing my hand? "Wouldn't you give your hand to a friend?" No wait! Mr. Jaws! That's not the way this record is supposed to end! Help! Help!
Gloomy Composer(s): John C. Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival
Some people laugh in the dark Some people cry alone Some people talk without sayin' a thing And ev'rything turns out Gloomy
Some people count your money Someone is countin' your days And Somebody got to keep track of your mind When ev'rything turns out Gloomy
Brothers'll make you look sideways Fathers'll make you look back And when you're done talking, you still got to shoot Cause ev'rything turns out Gloomy
Talkin' 'Bout You ((French Version: Personne Au Monde (Eddy Mitchell) - 1965)) Composer(s): Ray Charles First release by: Ray Charles - 1958 Covered by multiple other artists
Ah, ha, ha, ha, da, dah-um-dah Ah, ha, ha, dah-um-dah, da Ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Ah, ha, ha-um-ha da
Who knows how to love me (talkin' about you) In my way (talkin' about you) Nobody but you (talkin' about you) Talkin' about you (talkin' about you) You know how to love me In my way Nobody but you I do mean you, you, you! Know how to love me In my way You're always there Every night and day Nobody but you I do mean you Talkin' 'bout you Whoa-oh yeah
I'm gonna talk Talk about you Every day Every night You know on Monday I'm gonna talk On Tuesday I'm gonna talk All day Wednesday I'm gonna talk
Every day (hey-ay-ay-ay) Every night (hey-ay-ay-ay) It's alright (hey-ay-ay-ay) Gonna talk (hey-ay-ay-ay) Talkin' 'bout (hey-ay-ay-ay) Tell my brother (hey-ay-ay-ay) Tell my mother (hey-ay-ay-ay) Tell my sister (hey-ay-ay-ay) Tell my father (hey-ay-ay-ay)
Come on (shout) You make me (shout) You make me (shout) You're makin' me (shout) Feel like I wanna (shout) Jump up now (shout) Come on now (shout) Everybody (shout) Everybody (shout) I'm feelin' (shout) That I wanna (shout)
Mister Heartache took me out tonight And we took in all the local spots in town Since you left me, Mister Heartache Has been good enough to show me all around
Mister Heartache, he keeps me company And I tell him things I'd like to say to you Mister Heartache's been my new date Ever since the day you told me we were through
He's with me constantly Though I don't want him around But he's always true to me He's the only one that won't let me down
Ah, Mister Heartache keeps me company And I tell him things I'd like to say to you Mister Heartache's been my new date Ever since the day you told me we were through
(Mister Heartache, Mister Heartache) Mister Heartache's been my new date Ever since the day you told me we were through
He's with me constantly Though I don't want him around But he's always true to me He's the only one that won't let me down
Yeah, Mister Heartache keeps me company And I tell him things I'd like to say to you Mister Heartache's been my new date Ever since the day you told me we were through
Gloom, Despair And Agony On Me Performer(s): Buck Owens & Roy Clark
Gloom, despair, and agony on me Deep, dark depression, excessive misery If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all Gloom, despair, and agony on me
We figured she was rich, loaded to the hilt And we figured she had class like the Vanderbilts 'Cause we had heard for years how she was so well reared How was we to know they meant the way she was built
Gloom, despair, and agony on me Deep, dark depression, excessive misery If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all Gloom, despair, and agony on me
Talk To You Composer(s): Ronnie Lane - Steve Marriott Performer(s): The Small Faces
Listen It's been three months Since I was last with you Ha So many people trying to Stop me geting through Heah
The doorman he just laughed But I don't want no autograph Now, listen to me baby All I want to do Is talk to you Ha
You know I didn't stop you doin' Things you wanted to do But now it's gone too far It looks like I'm losing you Heah
But I don't want sympathy No, no, no But please don't turn your back on me Listen, baby All I want to do Is talk to you Heah
I gotta talk to you I gotta try to make you see Just how very, very much You mean to me Yep, yep, yeah, ha
Would it be too much To try and jog your memory? You remember me, baby, ha I hope that I'm still Part of your history, heah
Now I don't want to share your car No, no, no Or stop you being a star Ha All I want to All I want to do You know what I got to do Ha Got to keep on trying
Mr. Goldstone Composer(s): Jule Styne; Stephen Sondheim Performer(s): Bette Middler and various other artists
Herbie: Rose, this is Mr. Goldstone Momma Rose Have an eggroll, Mr. Goldstone Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone Any spare that I can spare I'll be glad to share!
Have a dish, have a fork, have a fish, have a pork Put your feet up Feel at home Have a smoke, have a Coke Would you like to hear a joke? I'll have June recite a poem!
Have a leechie, Mr. Goldstone Tell me any little thing that I can do Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone Have a kumquat, have two! Everybody give a cheer Santa Claus is sitting here Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Have a Goldstone, Mr. Eggroll Tell me any little thing that I can do Have some fried rice, Mr. Soy Sauce Have a cookie, have a few! What's the matter, Mr. G? Have another pot of tea Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Herbie There are good stones and bad stones and curbstones and gladstones and touchstones and such stones as them
Rose: There are big stones and small stones and grind stones and gall stones
All: but Goldstone is a gem!
There are milestones, there are mill stones There's a cherry, there's a yellow, there's a blue But we don't want any old stone, only Goldstone will do! Moon stones, sun stones We all scream for one stone Mr. Goldstone we love you! Goldstone!
Glöm Honom English Title: Forget Him Composer(s): D. Zimmerman; Agnetha Fältskog Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Du går omkring rastlös och sur, varför det? Trodde du att han skulle stanna kvar hos dig? Det gör mig ont att han skulle svika både dig och mig Du får gråta här i knät på mig om du vill
Glöm honom, ooh-oh Glöm honom, ooh-oh För han har nog redan en ny igen
Det gör mig ont att han skulle svika både dig och mig Du får gråta här i knät på mig om du vill
Glöm honom, ooh-oh Glöm honom, ooh-oh Du är inte ensam Så glöm honom, ooh-oh Glöm honom, ooh-oh...
Talk To Ya Later Composer(s): David Foster - Steve Lukather - The Tubes Performer(s): The Tubes
I met her on a strip It was another lost weekend The band was too slick And the people were twisted
So I asked her for a date She reluctantly agreed Then we went to my place And she never did leave
She wont even miss me when shes gone And thats okay with me Ill cry later on
Its been six months She hasnt shut up once Ive tried to explain Shes driving me insane
She wont even miss me when shes gone And thats okay with me Ill cry later on
Talk to ya laterdont want to hear it again tonight Talk to ya laterjust save it for another guy Talk to ya laterdont want to hear it again tonight Ill just see you around
Get out Im telling you now Do you catch my drift What could be plainer than this
Nothin more to be said Write me a letter instead I dont mean to be cruel But Im finished with you
She wont even miss me when shes gone Thats okay with me Ill cry later on
Talk to ya laterdont want to hear it again tonight Talk to ya laterjust save it for another guy Talk to ya laterdont want to hear it again tonight Ill just see you around
Mr. Gallagher And Mr. Shean Composer(s): Ed Gallagher; Al Shean Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Johnny Mercer and various other artists
(JM) Oh Mr. Crosby, (Yeah) Oh Mr. Crosby (Ask me son) All the orchestras are swinging it today And I wanted to find out what the noise is all about Do you really think that swing is here to stay
(BC) Now Im glad you asked me Now Mr. Mercer (Yeah) oh Mr. Mercer (Im listening) Swing is really much too ancient to condemn (You dont say) In the jungles they would play in that same abandoned way
(JM) On the level Mr. Crosby
(BC) No, on the down beat Mr. M.
(JM) Oh Mr. Crosby, (uh huh) now Mr. Crosby (So happy to oblige) Ive been reading in the latest magazine (Yes) That a jiving jitterbug blows his top and cuts a rug Will you tell me what that language really means
(BC) Ohhh Mr. Mercer (Yeah,Yeah) Oh-ho-ho Mr. Mercer (Tell me, tell me tell me) As a student of the slang they use pro tem (Pro what?) That just means a solid gait cuts a murderisitc plate
(JM) Thats amazing Mr. Crosby
(BC) Thats elementary Mr. M.
(JM) Oh Mr. Crosby, dear Doctor Crosby Is it true that swings another name for jazz And the first place it was played Was a New Orleans parade And the southern Negro gave it all it had
(BC) Ohhh! Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer I believe that its foundation came from them (Are you positive?) Yes they just slowed the tempo down, And then they really went to town
(JM) Allegretto Mr. Crosby?
(BC) Alligators Mr. M
(BC) Ohhh! Mr. Mercer, (Yeah) Mr. Mercer (uh huh) Well I trust that I have made the matter clear (Its really too clear) So if someone plays a thing Youre gonna understand the swing And appreciate the rhythm that you hear
(JM) Ohh Mr. Crosby (Oh hear me talking to you) No Mr. Crosby, Im afraid that type of rhythms not for me I prefer my music played A La Schubert Serenade
Gli Zingari ((Dutch, English, & French Versions: De Zigeuners (Corry Brokken); The Gipsies (Dalida); Les Gitans (Dalida)) Composer(s): Pierre Cour - Hubert Giraud - Chiozzo Performer(s): Dalida
Zingaro chi sei Figlio di Bohemia Dimmi tu perchè Sei venuto qui Quando mi stancai Dell'Andalusia E tu vecchio dimmi come fu La mia terra ormai non esiste più
I cavalli son stanchi nell'umida sera Ma la folta criniera Sembra il vento invocar Stan gli zingari attorno alle fiamme splendenti Destan ombre giganti Nel chiarore lunar
Palpita allor la canzon più bizzarra Nasce nel cuor quel vibrar di chitarra
Questo è il canto di chi non conosce frontiera E l'ardente preghiera del gitano che và
Dimmi deve vai Tornero in Bohemia Me ne andro lontan Per mai più tornar E tu dove vai Nell'Andalusia E tu perchè piangi cosi Io son vecchio ormai e rimango qui
O gitano perchè non rimani stasera Per la nuova avventura puoi domani partir Resta ancora a cantar nella notte stellata Finchè l'alba spietata Faccia il sogno svanir Canta che un di il gran re di Cuccagna Ti regalo un castello in lspagna
Questo è il canto di chi non conosce frontiera E l'ardente preghiera Del gitano che và
Talk To The Animals Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse First performance by: Rex Harrison & Ginny Tyler - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
... [missing] thinks what do you means I could talk to the animals, just imagine it Chattin' with a chimp in chimpanzee Imagine talking to a tiger, chatting with a cheetah What a neat achievement it would be!
If we could talk to the animals, learn all their languages Maybe take an animal degree I'd study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle Alligator, guinea pig, and flea!
I would converse in polar bear, python And I would curse in fluent kangaroo If people ask me "can you speak rhinocerous?" I'd say "of courserous! Can't you?"
I conferred with our furry friends, man to animal Think of the amazing repartee If I could walk with the animals, talk with the animals Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals And they could talk to me!
If I consulted with quadrupeds Think what fun we'd have asking over crocodiles for tea! Or maybe lunch with two or three lions, walruses and sea lions What a lovely place the world would be!
If I spoke slang to orangutans The advantages any fool on earth could plainly see! Discussing Eastern art and dramas With intellectual llamas That's a big step forward you'll agree!
I'd learn to speak in antelope and turtle My Pekinese would be extremely good If I were asked to sing in hippopotamus I'd say "whynotamous?" and (I) would!
If I could parlay with pachyderms It's a fairy tale worthy of Hans Anderson and Grimm A man who walks with the animals, talks with the animals Grunts and squeaks and squawks with the animals All an easy just think of it and they could talk to me!
Mister Five By Five Composer(s): Don Raye; Gene DePaul Performer(s): Ella Mae Morse and various other artists
Well, twirl my turban, man alive! Here comes Mister Five by Five He's one of those big fat bouncing boys Solid avoirdupois!
Mister Five by Five He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide He don't measure no more from head to toe Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five Got fifty chins and a line of jive He's a mellow old cat, a real hep fat He be Mister Five by Five
That man Can really jump it for a fat man The only trouble is there's no way of knowin' Whether he's comin' or ... or goin'
Mister Five by Five He's slightly plump on his butter side He don't shake it no more from head to toe Than he do from side to side
That man [my, my!] Can really jump it for a fat man [fat man!] Boys, the trouble is there's no way of knowin' Whether he's comin' or ... or goin'
Mister Five by Five He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide He don't measure no more from head to toe Than he do ... From side to side ... Mister Five by Five
Gli Inesorabili
((French Version: La Joie D'aimer (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin
Performer(s): Dalida
Inesorabile come il destino Inesorabile come sei tu E' il nostro amor più dolce del suono Di queste note che ascolti con me Ed anche a quelli che senza perdono Il mondo danna ad un cupo dolor La vita sempre riserba in dono Lacarità d'un po d'amor
Altro del creato Fuor dell'amore non c'è Quello che ho sognato Rivive con te per te Ci chiude il cielo il suo cuore di stelle Che pare intriso di lacrime d'or Ci parlan tutte le cose più belle Dicendo amor, soltanto amor
Ci parlan tutte le cose piu belle Dicendo amor, soltanto amor Dicendo amor, soltanto amor
Talk To Me Of Mendocino Composer(s): Kate McGarrigle - Anna McGarrigle First release by: Kate & Anna McGarrigle - 1975
I bid farewell to the state of old New York My home away from home In the state of New York I came of age When first I started roaming And the trees grow high in New York State And they shine like gold in the autumn Never had the blues from whence I came But in New York State I got 'em
Talk to me of Mendocino Closing my eyes I hear the sea Must I wait Must I follow Won't you say come with me
And it's on to South Bend, Indiana Flat out on the western plain Rise up over the Rockies And down on into California Out to where but the rocks again And let the sun set on the ocean I will watch it from the shore Let the sun rise over the redwoods I'll rise with it till I rise no more
Talk to me of Mendocino Closing my eyes I hear the sea Must I wait Must I follow Won't you say come with me
