Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Darktown Poker Club Composer(s): Bert Williams - William Vodery Performer(s): Phil Harris; Bert Williams
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub Who joined the Darktown Poker Club But cursed the day he told them he would join His money used to go like it had wings If he held queens, someone had kings And each night he would contribute all his coin Then he said Im gonna play em tight tonight He said therell be no bobtail flushes make me bite Cause when I gets in them my hands will be a peach And he played them tight but lost his pile And Bill got peevish after a while So he rose, looked all around, and made this speech
He said you all see this brand new razor I had it sharpened just today Now Im coming in there with my rules That you must follow when you play Now keep your big bony hands on the table While you dealing, please And dont be slippin them aces down there Er, in between your knees And dont be makin all them funny signs Like you tryin to tip off your hand Just talk in American, boy, American Sos I can understand And dont be dealin off the bottom Because ooh thats rough Take five, five, then stop, thats enough Now when you bet put up the chips Because I dont like it when you shy Then if you get busted go on out and get some Im gonna be here by and by
Pass them cards for me to shuffle Every time before you deals Then if anythings wrong, I must see Cause I mean, you always aint no, er Keep playin that game according to Mr. Hoyle You all play this game accordin to me
Now sittin right there in that there clan There chanced to be a one-eyed man And Bill kept watchin him out the corner of his eye When ole one-eye would deal and then Would cost that Bill another five or ten Bill got up again, looked all around him with a sigh He said, Lord, this is an awful shame He said, There someone cheatin in this ere game He said, o course, er, It aint gonna do for me to name the guy So Ill refrain from mentioning the partys name If I catch him cheatin just once again Im gonna take my fist and close that other eye
Now you see this brand new razor I had it sharpened just today Im comin in there with my own rules That you must follow when you play Hey kid, keep your hands up there While youre givin them out, please Stop puttin them wildies Down there tween your knees Stop makin all them funny signs Like youre tryin to tip off your hand Keep talkin in American, big AAA Thats what I can understand And dont be getting them off the bottom Because I keep tryin to tell you its rough This an army game, five, five, halt, thats enough Now when you bet let me see the reds and blues Cause I dont like it when you shy Then if you run out of gas, go get pumped up Im gonna be here by and by
Pass them pasteboards for me to shuffle Every time before you deal, let me ripple Anything wrong, I wanna see I mean, you always aint gonna keep playin the game now According to that Mr. Hoyle You all gonna play this game according to me Henry, if you break the seal on that new deck of bicycles Well go on from there, yeah Yeah yeah yeah
Five Easy Pisseuses Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
De mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six Ouais pour toi Samantha j'ai balancé mes cinq ex Tes petites socks Me mettent en erex Elles sont si sex- Y de mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six Un dancing avec des synthés où suintait un sax Tes petites socks Me mettent en erex J'sens ça si sex
De mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six C'était la plus noire de peau, de loin la plus lascive Ses petites socks blanches Me mettent en erex Jusqu'à l'intox De mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six Premier contact, dans son dos mon ongle dessine un x Ses petites socks Me mettent en erex J'oublie mes ex
De mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six Je sais pourtant que Samantha a des délires annexes Ses petites socks Me mettent en erex Elle me suck De mes cinq petites pisseuses j'ai préféré la six J'les avais limées limées limite jusqu'à l'intox Ses petites socks Me mettent en erex Et je la fuck
The Dangling Conversation Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
It's a still life water color Of a now late afternoon As the sun shines through the curtained lace And shadows wash the room And we sit and drink our coffee Couched in our indifference Like shells upon the shore You can hear the ocean roar In the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives
And you read your Emily Dickinson And I my Robert Frost And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we've lost Like a poem poorly written We are verses out of rhythm Couplets out of rhyme In syncopated time Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs Are the borders of our lives
Yes, we speak of things that matter With words that must be said "Can analysis be worthwhile?" "Is the theater really dead?" And how the room is softly faded And I only kiss your shadow I cannot feel your hand You're a stranger now unto me Lost in the dangling conversation And the superficial sighs In the borders of our lives
Cariño De Siempre Composer(s): Gilberto Saucillo Performer(s): Javier Solís
Cariño de siempre te ofrezco sincero hoy que quiso el cielo darme la fortuna de volverte a ver El tiempo ha pasado y yo soy el mismo vivo enamorado del dulce recuerdo de tu querer
Nunca habrá reproches que empañen la dicha la dicha sublime de sentirte mía por segunda vez Cariño de siempre hoy vengo a pedirte y con toda el alma cariño de siempre espero de ti
Nunca habrá reproches que empañen la dicha la dicha sublime de sentirte mía por segunda vez Cariño de siempre hoy vengo a pedirte y con toda el alma cariño de siempre espero de ti
Five Days, Five Days Composer(s): Freddy Franks; Jack Rhodes; Billy Willey Performer(s): Gene Vincent; Robert Gordon; Jimmy Johnson
(One day, two days, three, four, five) A-that's how long that she's been gone And that's how long I've cried Five days, five days Since you walked out the door Won't you please come home I couldn't stand five more
Well the first day after she left me I laughed and told my friends That she'd be back before The sun is settin' low again Five days, five days Since you walked out the door Won't you please come home I couldn't stand five more
Well, the second day after she left me I started to have my doubts I wondered if she was comin' back or Really had checked out Five days, five days Since you walked out the door Won't you please come home I couldn't stand five more (One, two, three, four, five days more)
Well, the third day after she left me I started to watch the door Before the day was over I began to walk the floor Five days, five days Since you walked out the door Won't you please come home I couldn't stand five more
Well the fourth day after she left me I really began to sweat She should have been back days ago But she ain't got back yet Five days, five days Since you walked out the door Won't you please come home I couldn't stand five more (One, two, three, four, five days more)
The Dance At The Gym Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein - Stephen Sondheim Performer(s): The Jets; Johnny Mathis
The Gym - 10:00 p.m. (By the time the mambo music starts the Jets and sharks are each on their own side of the hall At the climax of the dance, Tony and Bernardo's sister, Maria, see one another as a delicate cha-cha-cha, they slowly walk forward to meet each other)
Meeting Scene
Tony: You're not thinking I'm someone else?
Maria: I know you are not
Tony: Or that we have met before?
Maria: I know we have not
Tony: I felt I knew something-never-before was going to happen, had to happen But this is...
Maria (interrupting): My hands are so cold (He takes them in his) Yours too (He moves her hands to his face) So warm (She moves his hands to her face)
Tony: Yours, too...
Maria: But of course They are the same
Tony: It's so much to believe You're not joking me?
Maria: I have not yet learned how to joke that way I think how I never will
Jump (Bernardo is upon them in an icy rage Chino, whom Bernardo has brought Maria from Puerto Rico to marry, takes her home Riff wants Bernardo for "War Council" they agree to meet in hall an hour at Doc's drugstore)
Caribbean Queen (No More Love On The Run) Composer(s): Billy Ocean - Keith Diamond First release by: Billy Ocean - 1984 Covered by multiple other artists
She dashed by me in painted on jeans And all heads turned 'cause she was the dream In the blink of an eye I knew her number and her name yeah Ah she said I was the tiger she wanted to tame
Caribbean queen Now we're sharing the same dream And our hearts they beat as one No more love on the run
I lose my cool when she steps in the room And I get so excited just from her perfume Electric eyes that you can't ignore And passion burns you like never before
I was in search of a good time Just running my game Love was the furthest Furthest from my mind
Caribbean queen Now we're sharing the same dream And our hearts they beat as one No more love on the run
Caribbean queen Now we're sharing the same dream And our hearts they beat as one No more love on the run
Caribbean queen Now we're sharing the same dream And our hearts they beat as one No more love on the run
The Damned Composer(s): Rod Swenson Performer(s): Plasmatics; The Coup de Grace
Black visions from the satellite sky deaf ears hear not their cries fat jackals howl at the moon flies buzzing playing death's tune night ends but the sun it don't rise tombs open and the dead they will rise black market buys your soul real cheap no escaping what you sow you will reap prisoners of the damned find another land planet of the lost land of fire and frost prisoners of the dead fear the unknown dread tidal waves at sea set the serpents free coup d'état on a global scale opposition locked up in jail domination the goons are the boss human race nailed to a cross
Caribbean
Composer(s): Mitchell Torok
Performer(s): Mitchell Torok
and multiple other artists
Oh, have you ever been down to Haiti When the summer sun was sinkin' low There's nothin' but romance just everwhere you glance And the native hearts are all aglow But when the Cuban Queen comes upon the scene They all stare like a statue out of stone And when they realize what's before their eyes The other girls are left all alone
Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm But from miles away you can see her sway To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms
Up in a tree so high, way up in the sky Sits a wide eyed monkey on a limb He wonders why the people go to so much trouble Just to try and be like him He doesn't understand that it's a lady's hand That makes a heart feel so sublime But before too long he starts to sing the song And then he gets in the Conga line
Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm But from miles away you can see her sway To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms
Columbus searched for spices But he missed the nicest part of the Caribbean He didn't see the charms and the open arms It was the gold that he was seein' But I'm glad he missed the sweetest thing I've kissed 'Cause we're on our honeymoon I'm so sorry Chris to talk about you like this But you were five hundred years too soon
Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein' When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm But from miles away you can see her sway To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms
Fist City Composer(s): Loretta Lynn Performer(s): Loretta Lynn; and various other artists
You've been makin' your brags around town that you've been a lovin' with my man But the man I love when he picks up trash he puts it in a garbage can And that's what you look like to me and what I see is a pity You'd better close your face and stay out of my way If you don't wanta go to Fist City
If you don't wanna go to Fist City you'd better detour round my town 'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of the head and I'll lift you off of the ground I'm not a sayin' my baby is a saint 'Cause he ain't And that he won't cat around with a kitty I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man if you don't wanna go to Fist City
Come on and tell me what you told my friends if you think you're brave enough And I'll show you what a real woman is since you think you're hot stuff You'll bite off more than you can chew if you get too cute or witty You better move your feet if you don't wanna eat a meal that's called Fist City
If you don't wanna go to Fist City you'd better detour round my town 'Cause I'll grab you by the hair of the head and I'll lift you off of the ground I'm not a sayin' my baby is a saint 'Cause he ain't And that he won't cat around with a kitty I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man if you don't wanna go to Fist City
I'm here to tell you gal to lay off of my man you don't wanna go to Fist City
The Damage Is Done Composer(s): Lou Gramm - Mick Jones Performer(s): Foreigner
Is there a reason For things that you say? The way you're treating me All the games I won't play Well it's too late, no longer one Don't want you, the damage is done
Will you miss me When I leave you behind? Will you tell your friends I treated you unkind? Well it's over now, and I'm on the run I don't want you, the damage is done
There have been rumors That my sense of humor is lacking in some ways To me that's no reason, it's tantamount to treason See what the judge has to say You need to find someone half as blind As I am to your games And maybe you'll find out what it's all about And it can drive you insane
Ooh the damage is done And now I feel it's too late The damage is done It's over Now I'm on the run And baby you and I know The damage is done
Cargo Culte
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Jane Birkin
Je sais moi des sorciers qui invoquent les jets
Dans la jungle de Nouvelle-Guinée
Ils scrutent le zénith convoitant les guinées
Que leur rapporterait le pillage du fret
Sur la mer de corail au passage de cet
Appareil ces créatures non dénuées
De raison ces papous attendent des nuées
L'avarie du Viscount et celle du Comet
Et comme leur totem n'a jamais pu abattre
À leurs pieds ni Bing ni même D.C. quatre
Ils rêvent de hijacks et d'accidents d'oiseaux
Ces naufrageurs naïfs armés de sarbacanes
Qui sacrifient ainsi au culte du cargo
En soufflant vers l'azur et les aéroplanes
Où es-tu Melody et ton corps disloqué
Hante-t-il l'archipel que peuplent les sirènes
Ou bien accrochés au cargo dont la sirène
D'alarme s'est tue, es-tu restée
Au hasard des courants as-tu déjà touché
Ces lumineux coraux des côtes guinéennes
Où s'agitent en vain ces sorciers indigènes
Qui espèrent encore des avions brisés
N'ayant plus rien à perdre ni Dieu en qui croire
Afin qu'ils me rendent mes amours dérisoires
Moi, comme eux, j'ai prié les cargos de la nuit
Et je garde cette espérance d'un désastre
Aérien qui me ramènerait Melody
Mineure détournée de l'attraction des astres
"Tu t'appelles comment?
Melody
Melody comment?
Melody Nelson"
From A Moving Train Composer(s): Gerry Beckley Performer(s): America
I've seen the ides of march And I've seen the fall of rome I've seen all kinds of stuff But I never see my home
If my life-line is These million miles of track One thing I know by now There is no turning back
From a moving train From a moving train From a moving train From a moving train
If every venture was A path to no avail I'd still be rolling down This never ending trail
If we had a destination In our sights We would be helpless as We passed it in the night
From a moving train (hear the engine running) From a moving train (you can get on board) From a moving train (hear the motor humming) From a moving train (see, you've gotta see the light)
And if by chance you find a woman That you might love along the way You better hold her tight Tell her everything's alright Or she might jump along the way
From a moving train (hear the engine running) From a moving train (you can get on board) From a moving train (hear the motor humming) From a moving train (see, you've gotta see the light)
From a moving train (hear the engine running) From a moving train (you can get on board) From a moving train (hear the motor humming) From a moving train (see, you've gotta see the light)
Fiskar'n Och Jungfrun English Title: Bend In The Water Composer(s): Ola Magnell; Gordon Lightfoot Performer(s): Lill Lindfors
Kom min vän, flyg min tärna Till mitt sommarsund Vagga fram längs vassar och holmar Till ett aborrgrund Glid mot land och lys min stjärna På min friarstråt Vagga fram längs vassar och holmar I din fiskebåt
Men det tar sin tid i panik och trafik Att bli fri och få sin frid på vattnet i min vik Vagga fram längs vassar och holmar Till ett aborrgrund Glid till land och lys min stjärna Kom och sitt en stund
Drick ditt vin för en gångs skull Utan oro för nästa dag Se månen lika fin och full Som du och jag är svag Men det tar sin tid att få känna rustik Och banal och gammal galen romantik
Kom min vän, flyg min tärna Till mitt sommarsund Vagga fram längs vassar och holmar Till ett aborrgrund Ro min vän och lys min stjärna På min friarstråt Vagga fram längs vassar och holmar I din fiskebåt
D, D, D, D Daddy dear, oh daddy dear do dogs have dreams, do ducks have ears? Do dragons dance, why do gophers dig holes? Do gophers dress up in their dirty clothes?
Dogs dream of meat and their dreams are delicious Ducks do have ears but they don't do the dishes Gophers dig holes to hide their candy bars Dragons don't dance and they don't smoke cigars
Daddy dear, oh daddy sweet do dandylions roar, do daisies have feet? May I have a drink of water and a dish of tadpoles? Daddy how deep is a doughnut hole?
Dandylions roar and your daddy is deaf The daisies drank the water and the tadpoles left Your eyes are drooping darling daughter and you're dizzy in the head The toads are eating dinner so it's time to go to bed
You go down Piggy Lane through the flowers That paint the hills as far as you can see And that´s where I while away my hours Hours of eternity
In a little tin shed on the hillside Where we sit and drink our peppermint tea And the candlelight flickers inside `Cos we haven´t got electricity
But I know I´ve found peace in Carey Gully And I haven´t known that state of mind before And I sing as I walk down in the valley `Cos those city-things don´t bother me no more
Well it´s taken such a long time to get there And we´ve travelled a long winding road Now I sit in my old rocking chair And my darling I never will go
But I know I´ve found peace in Carey Gully And I haven´t known that state of mind before And I sing as I walk down in the valley `Cos those city-things don´t bother me no more No, those city-things don´t bother me no more
Fishnet Stockings Composer(s): Brian Setzer Performer(s): Stray Cats; Mad Marge & The Stonecutters; The Quakes; Brian Setzer
Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin'
Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings
Well she's got a pair in pink She's got a pair in red When she puts the black ones she makes me loose my head
Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings
One time
Well she's got a pair in pink She's got a pair in red When she puts the black ones she makes me loose my head
Singing wop bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings
Rock it again now
Well my sweet baby wears fishnet stockings When she starts a rockin' there ain't no stoppin'
Singing wab bop a doo dop fishnet stockings Shoo wop a doo dop when she's rockin' Bop bop a doo dop there ain't no stoppin' Rockin' with my baby in her fishnet stockings
The Curtain Falls Composer(s): Sol Weinstein Performer(s): Bobby Darin and multiple other artists
Off comes the makeup, off comes the clown's disguise The curtain's falling, the music softly dies But I hope you're smiling as you're filing out the door As they say in this biz that's all there is, there isn't any more
We've shared our moment, and as the moment ends I've got a funny feeling we're parting now as friends Your cheers and laughter will linger After they've torn down these dusty walls
If I had this to do again And the evening were new again I would spend it with you again But now the curtain falls
People say I was made for this Nothing else would I trade for this And just think I get paid for this Good night, Ladies and Gentlemen and God love you
