Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Bells Of Gethsemani Composer(s): Joan Baez - Thomas Merton Performer(s): Joan Baez
Sweet brother, if I do not sleep My eyes are flowers on your tomb And if I cannot eat my bread My fasts shall live like willows where you died If in the heat I find no water for my thirst My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveler
Come, in your labor find a resting place And in my sorrows lay your head Brother, take my life and bread And buy yourself a better bed Take my breath and take my death Buy yourself a better rest beneath the bells of Gethsemani
When all the men of war are killed And flags have fallen into dust Your cross and mine will tell men still He died on each for both of us That we might become the brothers of God And learn to know the Christ of burnt men And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani
For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain He weeps in the ruins of my spring The money of whose tears shall fall Into your weak and friendless hand And buy you back to your own land The silence of whose tears shall fall Like bells upon your alien tomb Hear them and come, they call you home And the children are ringing the bells of Gethsemani
Yes, if they had been there They would have taken that crown of thorns from his hair And stayed for a while in that place of despair Ah, but what do I see, my brother is there And he's ringing the bells of Gethsemani
Faut Pas Avoir Le Blues
(Adapted from: Singing the Blues - 1956
Composer(s): Melvin Endsley; Claude Moine
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1980
Titles In Other Languages:
1957 - Et Smil Og En Sang
1980 - Ik Zing De Blues
On nous dit qu'c'est la crise Qu'y a plus moyen d'pétroler Qu'c'est la fin du monde Qu'la vieille Europe est coulée Mais... Faut pas... Faudrait pas avoir le blues Mon banquier m'a dit Que mon unique ami Est mort aujourd'hui Adieu mon pauvre crédit Mais... Faut pas... Faudrait pas avoir le blues Planté devant ma télé J'vois le Tiers-Monde s'écrouler Dans mon salons, sur ma p'louse Et faudrait pas avoir le blues Manquerait plus que tu partes Pour que la boucle soit bouclée Un impôt sur l'Amour Ils vont sûrement y penser Mais... Faut pas... Faudrait pas avoir le blues Je le jure depuis que j'suis né C'est les mêmes tronches politisées Qui m'disent "laisse faire j'm'occupe de tout" Et faudrait Qu'en plus j'aime le blues On nous dit qu'c'est la crise Qu'y a plus moyen d'pétroler Qu'c'est la fin du monde Qu'la vieille Europe est coulée Mais... Faut pas... Faudrait pas avoir le blues Faudrait pas... Faudrait pas avoir le blues Faudrait pas... Faudrait pas avoir le blues
Can You Tame Wild Wimmen
Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling - Harry Von Tilzer
Performer(s): Barbelle
When the circus came to town Jay Augustus Henpeck Brown bought himself a ticket to the show Passed by all the acrobats all the clowns in funny hats went to see the animals below saw a "tamer" put his head into a lion's mouth waited till the "tamer man" was through shook his hand and said "at taming wild one's you're a bird but just one thing I'd like to ask of you"
Jay Augustus Henpeck Brown gave the crowd the up and down saw a woman edging t'ward the cage there she is he yelled in fright, there she is she's wild all right, wilder than a tiger in a rage Mister "Tamer" man he whispered in a trembling voice tell me did you ever have a wife you can tame the wildest beast I know but listen please, there's only one thing now can save my life
Can you tame wild wimmen? Can you tame wild wimmen? You made a tiger stand and eat out of your hand you made the hippo do the flippo, honest it was grand but can you tame wild wimmen so they'll always lead a sweet and simple life? with a wild ferocious glance that pierced him like a lance you made the grizzly bear get up and do the "Hula dance" but can you tame wild wimmen? if you can please, tame my wife
Faut Faire Avec ... Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Dans le grand silence La vie commence Par une larme Chaque enfant qui naît C'est un prophète Faut faire avec...
Il devient debout L'avenir est lourd Dans son cartable Les années d'acné Les soirs de fête Faut faire avec...
Et la vie avance Irresistible, impitoyable Sans le moindre plan Le moindre break Faut faire avec...
Passent, les rêves qui cassent Qui laissent des traces Innéfaçables Ça coûte cher Les faux pokers Les vrais échecs Faut faire avec...
Pour tromper sa peur On met son cur derrière un masque On carnavale son idéal On se gadget' Faut faire avec...
Quand la vie prend l'eau Nos vieux mat'lots Nous laissent en rade Quand ils nous plaquent Pas de come back Aucun remake Faut faire avec...
On peut pourtant Défier le temps En regardant La mort en face Puis sans un cri Payer le prix des cigarettes Faut faire avec...
Fou le monde est fou Et Dieu s'en fout Vieillard trop sage Toi mon amour Ton ventre est lourd D'un nouveau siècle Faut faire avec... Faut faire avec...
Oh oh the bells Oh oh the bells Oh oh the bells Oh oh the bells
The bells at my wedding will ring with joy Sending their love to each girl and boy
Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me Oh oh the bells, they'll ring a sweet song Just for my bride Showing my love and the ties that bind Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me
The church steeple will gather no dust Or let our hearts grow cold Oh the church steeple, it will gather no dust Even when lovers are old
I wanna get married
The bells at my wedding will be heard in the skies Even the angels will open their eyes Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me
The bells at my wedding will be heard in the skies Even the angels will open their eyes Oh oh the bells, they will ring for me
Oh oh the bells I know, I know, I wanna hear that ringing Oh oh the bells I know, I know, I'd like to hear them ringing Oh oh the bells...
Can You Stop The Rain
Composer(s): Walter Afanasieff - John Bettis
Performer(s): Peabo Bryson
and multiple other artists
Ooh...ooh...ooh... Girl
Here's another morning without you Here's another day, will I get through Without breaking down Haven't seen the sun since you've been gone Like my heart I lost it when you left me And it can't be found
How can I go on Baby, I've been living on memories Of you and me All the love we made All those tender nights And those endless days, they're all here inside
Baby, can you stop the rain from falling Won't you chase my clouds away I'd give anything to see the sun again Only you can stop these tears from falling I can't face another day Baby, can you stop Can you stop the rain, oh, oh
Everywhere I go I hear you there Following my footsteps like a shadow Of my broken heart Sometimes it's a pair of passing eyes Or it's just the way someone is talking And there you are
Am I all alone Don't ever wake up and reach for me Where I used to be (Used to be) Is there any chance I just can't believe you're not lonely too Just for me and you
Baby, can you stop the rain from falling Won't you chase my clouds away I'd give anything to see the sun again Only you can stop these tears from falling I can't face another day Baby, can you stop Can you stop the rain, oh, oh
If you are here for only one night Baby, I know you remember `Cause loving you once wasn't time enough I know we can make it together, together
Baby, stop the rain Won't you chase the clouds away I'd give anything to see the sun again Only you can stop these tears of mine from falling I can't face another day Baby, can you stop Can you, can you stop the rain
Can you stop the rain, yeah Oh...oh...oh... How can I live without you, baby I've gotta let you go, yeah Chase my clouds away
Fauché English & Italian Titles: Busted; Sono Un Fallito Composer(s): Claude Moine; Eddy Mitchell; Harlan Howard Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Mon cur est triste Ma vie est vide Je suis fauché Tous mes tourments Proviennent de l'argent Je suis fauché J'ai peur de rencontrer plusieurs de mes amis Aussi je dors le jour ne sortant que la nuit De peur qu'ils apprennent Que je suis fini Je suis fauché
Je vais voir mon frère Voir ce qu'il peut faire Pour m'aider Mais je souris Car lui aussi Il est fauché Oh rien ne va plus Au jeu j'ai tout perdu Mais malheureux au jeu Non pas d'amour heureux Je voudrais pleurer Je voudrais crier Je suis fauché
J'aimerai te voir Toi mon seul espoir Pour oublier Mais je tenvie Car tu as compris Je suis fauché Oh tout est terminé Le présent, le passé C'est bien décidé On m'a laissé tomber Je prends à témoin Le ciel si lointain Pour oublier Je suis fauché À sec Oh fauché Rien
Can You See Me
Composer(s): Jimi Hendricks
First release by: The Jimi Hendrix Experience - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Can you see me? Begging you on my knees Wo yeah Can you see me baby Baby please dont leave Yeah if you can see me doing that You can see in the future of a thousand years
Can you hear me? Cryin all over town Yeah babe Can you hear me baby? Crying cause you put me down Whats with ya If you can hear me doing that You can hear a frait train coming grom a thousand miles
Ah yeah Can you hear me? Singing this song to you Ah you better hold up your ears Can you see me baby? Singing theis song to you Ah shucks If you can hear me sing You better come home like you supposed to do
Can you see me? Hey hey I dont believe you can see me Wo yeah Can you hear me baby? I dont believe you can You cant see me
Fatty Patty Composer(s): Lee Pickett Performer(s): Lee Pickett & The Screamers
Thirty-six! Thirty-six! Thirty-six! Wow!
Oh, Fatty Patty, well, I love you Oh, baby, you know that it's true Fatty Patty, you're the one My little-bitty little sugar bun!
Round and firm and fully packed Five-foot-two and you're really stacked! Fatty Patty, like to see you bop You are the biggest gal at the hop!
Oh, Fatty Patty, you're my dream come true There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you Oh, Fatty Patty, you're the one My little-bitty little sugar bun!
Round and firm and fully packed Five-foot-two and you're really stacked! Fatty Patty, like to see you bop You are the biggest gal at the hop!
Oh, Fatty Patty, I love you Oh, baby whale, you know that it's true Oh, Fatty Patty, you're the one My little-bitty little sugar bun!
The Beer That I Left On The Bar Performer(s): Elliot Lawrence & his Orch.
Here's to the beer that I left on the bar While they were dimming the lights Here's to the beer and the friends I hold dear And the songs of good cheer that we sang every night Here's to the girls that we used to romance Bless them wherever they are Here's to the love that I keep dreaming of In my heart she still shines like a star And here's to my dreams though some how it seems They never will get very far And here is to me, yes I always will be Like The Beer That I Left On The Bar
And here's to the grads the same bonny lads Who gather each year from afar And here is to you, here's to you, you and you And The Beer That We Left On The Bar
Can You Read My Mind
Composer(s): John Williams - Leslie Bricusse
Performer(s): Margot Kidder
and multiple other artists
Can you read my mind Do you know what it is you do to me Don't know who you are Just a friend from another star
Here I am like a kid at a school Holding hands with a god, I'm a fool Will you look at me quivering Like a little girl shivering You can see right through me
Can you read my mind Can you picture the things I'm thinking of Wondering why you are All the wonderful things you are
You can fly, you belong to the sky You and I could belong to each other
If you need a friend, I'm the one to fly to If you need to be loved Here I am, read my mind
Will you look at me quivering Like a little girl shivering You can see right through me
If you need a friend I'm the one to fly to If you need to be loved Here I am, read my mind
Lost My Driving Wheel Composer(s): David Wiffen First release by: Tom Rush - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
I just came up on a midnight special, how about that My car broke down in Texas, stopped dead in her tracks I just called to tell you that I want you I want to tell you how I feel
I feel like some old engine Lost my drivin' wheel
I feel like some old engine Lost my drivin' wheel
I took my money on a night train north, what a terrible flight But I made my promise to be there with you on Saturday night I just called to tell you that I need you I need to tell you how I feel
I feel like some old engine Lost my drivin' wheel
You can't say much in a phone call baby, ah you know how it is But there's one short little thing I've got to say girl, please listen to this I called to tell you that I love you I'd love to tell you how I feel
Fatima Brown Composer(s): Joe McCarthy; Jimmie V. Monaco
In our town lived a girlie named Fatima Brown She used to dance night and day, light and gay Oh she certainly was slick, she had the kick But one day came a sporty actor 'round our way Hee promised he would marry her Then he carried her off, the horrid thing Now this same Fatima Brown is the rage of New York town But
Years ago, when Fatima started with her show She used to dance very mild, she was wild When she found she didn't go, she was a crow Bye and bye funny little movements she would try She found the men admired her and inspired her so, the rest you know Now she almost shakes the earth, and you get your money's worth But
Oh, how she changed, she used to dance the butterfly Gracefully she'd kick so high Now she dances the seven veils, but six veils must be shy O o-o! If the home folks knew, why they'll all come sneakin' Even bring the deacon down to town She flitters here, she flitters there, flitters almost everywhere And you have to hold tight to your chair, when you see Fatima Brown
The Bee Song Composer(s): Kenneth Blain Performer(s): Arthur Askey
Oh what a glorious thing to be A healthy grown up busy busy bee Whiling away The passing hours Pinching all the pollen From the cauliflow'rs I'd like to be a busy little bee Being just as busy as a bee can be Flying round the garden Brightest ever seen Taking back the honey To the dear old queen
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee Bz if you like but don't sting me Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee Bz if you like but don't sting me
Oh what a glorious thing to be A healthy grown up busy busy bee Toying with the tulips Tasting ev'ry type Building up the honeycomb That looks like tripe. I'd like to be a busy little bee Being just as busy as a bee can be Flying all around In the wild hedgerows Stinging all the cows Upon the parson's nose
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee Bz if you like but don't sting me Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee Bz if you like but don't sting me
Oh what a glorious thing to be A healthy grown up busy busy bee Visiting the picnics Quite a little tease Raising little lumps Upon the maidens' knees I'd like to be a busy little bee Being just as busy as a bee can be Flirting with the butterfly Strong upon the wing Whoopee! O death Where is thy sting?
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee Bz if you like but don't sting me Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee Bz if you like but don't sting me
Oh what a glorious thing to be A healthy grown up busy busy bee To be a good bee One must contrive For bees in a beehive Must behive But maybe I wouldn't be a bee Bees are all right when alive, you see But when bees die You really should see 'em Pinned on a card In a dirty museum
Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee Bz if you like but don't sting me Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee Bz if you like but don't sting me
Can You Hear What I'm Saying
Composer(s): Jean-Michel Byron - David Paich - Mike Porcaro
Performer(s): Toto
The world is precious, a gift to you and me I suggest we treat her right, with love and dignity
Everybody's looking for some peace of mind If you seek the truth then you will surely find Everybody wants to have global peace Whilst the press of a button can shake the world to its knees
Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying
Those who say might is right, I beg to disagree I say we all unite and redirect our destiny
Everybody's looking for a quick solution Our longs are choking from breating in air polution I say put down your guns and stop the revolution And say this time we make a restitution
Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying
Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying Can you hear what I'm saying, can you hear what I'm saying
Can you hear me now, I am calling right out for you (Can you hear me calling out to you, can you hear me calling out to you)
There's so much starvation, so much say untruth So much prejudice, there's so much liquidation - oh how long, how long
The Bed's Too Big Without You ((Spanish Version: La Cama Es Muy Grande Sin Ti (Plastilina Mosh) - 1998)) Composer(s): Sting First release by: The Police - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Bed's too big without you Cold wind blows right through my open door I can't sleep with your memory Dreaming dreams of what used to be When she left I was cold inside That look on my face was just pride No regrets, no love, no tears Living on my own was the least of my fears
Bed's too big without you The bed's too big without you The bed's too big without you
Since that day when you'd gone Just had to carry on I get through the day, but late at night Made love to my pillow, but it didn't feel right
Every day just the same Old rules for the same old game All I gained was heartache All I made was one mistake Now the bed's too big without you The bed's too big without you The bed's too big without you
