Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Cold hearted orb that rules the night Removes the colours from our sight Red is gray and yellow white But we decide which is right And which is an illusion? Pinprick holes in a colourless sky Let insipid figures of light pass by The mighty light of ten thousand suns Challenges infinity and is soon gone Night time, to some a brief interlude To others the fear of solitude Brave Helios wake up your steads Bring the warmth the countryside needs
Five little ducks that I once knew Fat were three and skinny were two But, the one little duck with the feather on his back He ruled the others with a quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack! He ruled the others with a quack, quack, quack!
Down to the water they would go Wiggle woggle, wiggle woggle To and fro But, the one little duck with the feather on his back He ruled the others with a quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack! He ruled the others with a quack, quack, quack!
(sing the following verse slowly) Down from the water they would come Wiggle woggle, wiggle woggle Ho, ho, hum But, the one little duck with the feather on his back He ruled the others with a quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack! Quack, quack, quack! He ruled the others with a quack, quack, quack!
The Day Before You Came ((Dutch Version: Met Kerst Ben Ik Alleen (André Hazes) - 1992)) Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus First release by: ABBA - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
Must have left my house at eight, because I always do My train, I'm certain, left the station just when it was due I must have read the morning paper going into town And having gotten through the editorial, no doubt I must have frowned I must have made my desk around a quarter after nine With letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so The usual place, the usual bunch And still on top of this I'm pretty sure it must have rained The day before you came
I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two And at the time I never even noticed I was blue I must have kept on dragging through the business of the day Without really knowing anything, I hid a part of me away At five I must have left, there's no exception to the rule A matter of routine, I've done it ever since I finished school The train back home again Undoubtedly I must have read the evening paper then Oh yes, I'm sure my life was well within it's usual frame The day before you came
Must have opened my front door at eight o'clock or so And stopped along the way to buy some Chinese food to go I'm sure I had my dinner watching something on TV There's not, I think, a single episode of Dallas that I didn't see I must have gone to bed around a quarter after ten I need a lot of sleep, and so I like to be in bed by then I must have read a while The latest one by Marilyn French or something in that style It's funny, but I had no sense of living without aim The day before you came
And turning out the light I must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night And rattling on the roof I must have heard the sound of rain The day before you came
Hello, music lovers, this is Spike Jones inviting you to come with us to the opera house for a City Slicker performance of the opera Carmen The conductor ascends the podium, stamps his foot for attention - and from the basement he conducts the overture
As the curtain rises on act one we see the outside of the Seville bubble gum factory The happy bubble gum girls are singing
We're the girls, yes we're the girls that make the best bubble gum Chew our gum, you'll never stop All day long you'll pop and pop You'll blow and blow Until at last you blow your top
Carmen enters She is a beautiful girl who weighs 300 pounds She is supposed to fill out the role of the soprano She not only fills it out, she overflows it Carmen sings of her new sweetheart, Escapillow the Toreador
I'm in love, I'm in love with a wonderful man She's in love with a wonderful man And his name is Escapillow He has eyes, they're the cutest that I've ever seen One is blue and the other is green And the middle one is yellow
When you go out and dance, does he hold you near? No, no, no! Well, does he whisper words of love in your ear? No, no, no! Does he enjoy peachypooh? Ah ah! What does this toreador do? All he likes to do is throw the bull
Does this toreador like to spark When he's holding you close in the dark? No, no, no! No, no, no! No, no, no! No, no, nooooooooo! (Heeew!) All I know is all he likes to do is throw the bull Throw the bull? Throw the bull!
Carmen hits a note so high that she cracks the record (click) the record (click) the record (click) the record (click) the record (click) the record
And they're off for act two
Carmen sings the well known bravachi pizzicato poco allegro moderato from the third movement of the andante allegretto
Aahhhhhh! Exhausted she returns to her dressing room While she is resting, the soldiers march into town We hear the band in the distance Don Schmosé is in command
I'm the famous Don Schmosé Army life is good, I say But, oh, how I hate to march 'Cause somebody soaked his shorts in starch Now I'm gonna drill my men Make them march from eight to ten I'll make them march till they sweat If we do, we're sure to get...
Don Schmosé sees Carmen for the first time She is crying The tears are running down her ears You see, her eyes are very far apart He feels sorry for her, and ask her to marry him, as he sings
As he sings
Ahem, I said: As He Sings
Now, You Bonehead!
Carmen, darling, please marry me Oh, be my little bumble bee You're the honey that'll sweeten our lives Instead of children we'll both have hives They'll both have hives I can not marry you, my Don 'Cause I'm in love with another one He fights the bull in the arena I could do that if I ate Farina
Oh, no, you couldn't Oh, yes, I could Oh, no, you couldn't Oh, yes, I could Oh, no, you couldn't Oh, yes, I could Oh, no, you couldn't Oh, yes, I could
The toreador's for me Oh, no, that cannot be The toreador's for meeeee Oh, no, that cannot beeeee The toreador's for me ........... I love him so Oh, no, eeeev eeeev (cough)
She's right, Schmosé, the toreador's for her
The curtain goes up for act three
Aaaahhh
Oops, pulled it up too soon
Anyway, Carmen goes to the gypsy camp, to have her fortune told The gypsy band finishes playing, and all the gypsies take off their earmuffs Carmen finds an old gypsy, and asks him to tell her fortune She wants to know, who she's going to marry, Don Schmosé or Escapillow
Oh, Gypsy, will you look and see What future is in store for me Give me your hand and keep it calm and I will try and read your palm This might sound odd and quite ridiculous be careful with my palm, I'm ticklish That does sound odd and quite ridiculous Oh, yes, it's true, I'm very ticklish I'm very very very very ticklish
I see by... Hahahahahaa You soon will... Hahahahahaa And you'll have... Hahahhahahaa Or maybe even four or five
Then you will... Hahahahahaa And he'll be... Hahahahahaa Then what will... Hahahahahaa It's really great to be alive
What did I... Heeheeheeheeheee When will I... Heheheheheee Or will he... Hahahahahaaa You know something, you're ticklish, too
Hahaha Haa Hahahahahaa Heeheehee Heeheee Hahahahahaa Hehehe He he he Hahahahahaa Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa
Ha ha ha heeheeheeheeee Ho ho ho teeheeheeheeee Ha ha ha teeheeheeheeee Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa
Ha ha ha heeheeheeheeee Ho hohohoho teeheeheeheeee Hahahaha teeheeheeheeee Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa Ha ha ha hahaha ha ha ha hahaha ha ha ha hahaha ha ha ha hahaha ha
Act three ends Carmen exits to cure her hiccups, and the curtain comes down
Unfortunately it misses her
Carmen doesn't know which one to marry, Escapillow or Don Schmosé so she writes a letter on her typewriter to Escapillow the Toreador telling him of her plan
Here's what I've decided to do There'll be a bullfight between you two The bullfight will start at four You will be the toreador Don Schmosé will dress up so He'll be the bull you'll try to throw With the winner I'll spend my life The loser gets some other wife
The finale takes place in a bullfighting arena In one corner we have Escapillow the Toreador, weighing 240 pounds In the other corner Don Schmosé, dressed up as the bull, weighing 32 pounds
And there's the bell for the first round
There's Don Schmosé he's dressed up as the bull Now Escapillow gives his tail a pull Escapillow's scared of being gored So he takes out his sword He prances, swing and sway At Don Schmosé Who's getting pretty bored Don Schmosé goes back to his dressing room He decides to double-cross Escapillow by sending in a real bull but Don Schmosé is nearsighted, and instead he sends in a cow
And there's the bell for round two
Escapillow drowns in the milk He dies a grade A death
Don Schmosé wins Carmen, and as the final curtain comes down they each put a piece of bubble gum in their mouths and we see them chewing their way off into the distance
Five Guys Named Moe Composer(s): Jerome Bresler; Larry Wynn Performer(s): Louis Jordan; and various other artists
I want to tell you a story from way back Truck on down and dig me, Jack There's Big Moe (Hoolee-adda-dah-dah) Little Moe (Hoolee-adda-dah-dah) Four-Eyed Moe (Hoolee-adda-dah-dah) No Moe (Hoolee-adda-dah-dah) Look at brother, look at brother, look at brother Eat Moe Moe-Moe, Moe-Moe, Moe-Moe, Moe-Moe, Moe-Moe, Moe-Moe, Moe
Who's the greatest band around Makes the cats jump up and down Who's the talk of Rhythm Town Five guys named Moe
When they start to beat it out Everybody jump and shout Tell me who do the critics rave about Five guys named Moe
They came out of nowhere And that don't mean a thing They rate high and you'll know why When you hear them swing
High brow, low brow, all agree They're the best in harmony I'm telling you folks, you really oughta see Five guys named Moe
That one guy (Big Moe) Two guys (Little Bitty Moe) Three guys (Four-Eyed Moe) Four guys (No Moe) Five guys (Eat Moe) Five little guys named Moe
Met Kerst Ben Ik Alleen ((Adapted from: The Day Before You Came (ABBA) - 1982)) Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus - André Hazes Performer(s): André Hazes - 1992
M'n ramen zijn beslagen, de verwarming staat op zes Een asbak vol met peuken en er staat een lege fles Nee, nooit had ik gedacht dat ik met kerst alleen zou zijn Geen kaart of brief kreeg ik, ja, van m'n baas kreeg ik alleen 'n flesje wijn Maar wat moet ik daar mee als jij vandaag niet bij me bent Allang wilde je weg maar hiervoor had je nooit 'n argument Ik wilde jou niet kwijt, vooral niet in 'n maand waarin je overal aan denkt Dat jij me nu alleen liet vind ik door en door gemeen Met kerst ben ik alleen
De telefoon blijft stil terwijl ik elk moment verwacht Dat jij me toch nog belt en mij dan vraagt waaraan ik dacht Dan antwoord ik direct dat ik alleen jouw beeld maar zie En een ding nog maar wil; wie het gewonnen heeft van mij, toe zeg me wie Ik ga maar vroeg naar bed en leg een foto naast me neer Ik hoop dan dat ik droom, dat jij me zegt "hier ben ik weer" Nee, nooit had ik gedacht dat ik dit nog eens mee zou maken, wat deed ik verkeerd Je weet, ik ben niet hard en zeker niet van steen Met kerst ben ik alleen
Ik had geen tijd om boos te zijn want alles ging zo vlug Ik kan je ook niet haten, nee, 't liefst heb ik je terug De kerstboom staat op zolder, 'k zet 'm morgen voor de deur Voor 't eerst brandt er geen kaars met kerst, ik denk dat ik de slingers maar verscheur Ik ga maar vroeg naar bed en leg een foto naast me neer Ik hoop dat ik dan droom, dat jij me zegt "hier ben ik weer" Nee, nooit had ik gedacht dat ik dit nog eens mee zou maken, wat deed ik verkeerd Je weet, ik ben niet hard en zeker niet van steen Met kerst ben ik alleen Nee, nooit had ik gedacht dat ik dit nog eens mee zou maken, wat deed ik verkeerd Je weet, ik ben niet hard en zeker niet van steen Met kerst ben ik alleen Ooo, met kerst ben ik alleen, met kerst ben ik alleen
Carlene Your eyes have told me All that I need to know I din't need a new friend Just to tell me so Oh no Carlene Your lips remind me That I'm falling again And in the game of love I never can win
Carlene Your words are a prison But I don't want out Every time I go to walk out that door I find myself coming back for more
Carlene Girl what you do to me Carlene I really love you Babe Carlene Oh you cut right through me Carlene
Carlene My senses tell me I can't leave you alone This is the geatest love I think I've ever known Every night Carlene A fire's burning Down inside of me A meltdown reaction of the third degree
Carlene Your words they tempt me But I want it that way Every time I walk out the door I find myself coming back for more
Carlene Girl what you do to me Carlene I really love you Babe Carlene Oh you cut right through me Carlene
Carlene Your words are a prison... Oh I wonder if I'll ever get enough of you
Carlene Girl what you do to me Carlene I really love you Babe Carlene Oh you cut right through me Carlene
Five Guns West Composer(s): Adam Ant; Marco Pirroni Performer(s): Adam & The Ants
Ladies can be captains and ladies can be chiefs just like glorious Amazons, Ann Bonny, Mary Read ladies can be captains and ladies can be chiefs this stuff I'm talking buddy-bob don't give me any grief 5 Guns West I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna take a whirl with a big tough girl I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna spend my life with a big tough wife a woman's wrath hath no man, and this all men must fear these were ladies from hell, carving crimson careers ladies can be captains and ladies can be chiefs this stuff I'm talking buddy-bob don't give me any grief 5 Guns West I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna spend my day in a big tough way I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna take a whirl with a big tough girl 5 Guns West I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna spend my life with a big tough wife I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna take a whirl with a big tough girl Im' a big tough man and my name is Stan gonna take a ride with my big tough bride I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan gonna spend my day in a big tough way
The Day America Cried Composer(s): Jim Peterik - Johnny Van Zant Performer(s): Jim Peterik; Johnny Van Zant
And now we stand as one As flags are raised to hail our heroes And now the healing starts We join our hearts to remember all who have died The Day America Cried
In the shadow of the Statue of Liberty In the torch light of the land of the free Lies the burning wreckage of our Fathers' dream And the souls who've paid with their lives A nation saw evil in September skies By some faceless coward who'll soon pay the price For challenging the towers of American pride The Day America Cried Why, why, why, oh why
And now we stand as one As flags are raised to hail our heroes And now the healing starts We join our hearts to remember all who have died The Day America Cried
Now as a calm falls on the skyline Now as the smoke reveals the sun Still the fires burn in our memory This date is etched forever, nine-one-one At the alter of the chapel of liberty We light a candle for eternity And pray that history will never repeat The Day America Cried
À Huit heures Je quitte ma demeure Sans Penser Moi je pars travailler Le Bureau S'emplit de dactylos Je Suis là Mais mon cur n'y est pas Et je commence à rêver Perdu dans mes pensées Je suis parti retrouver Carla ma bien-aimée Car mon obsession Liée à son nom M'oblige à penser À elle, à l'aimer Carla est son nom Et il correspond À l'amour entier Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver
Ouh, Carla Il faut que je te vois Hum, Carla Toi, tu me comprendras Oh Carla Oh, pardon, oui, oui je suis là Vous Disiez chef? Oui, les dossiers sont classés Votre cigare sent mauvais Votre allure me déplaît Et laissez moi retrouver Carla ma bien-aimée Oh Car mon obsession Liée à son nom M'oblige à penser À elle, à l'aimer Carla est son nom Et il correspond À l'amour entier Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver Que je veux trouver
Five Foot Two, Eyes Of Blue Composer(s): Percy Wenrich; Jack Mahoney; Ray Henderson; Samuel M. Lewis; Joseph Widow Young Performer(s): Tommy & Jimmy Dorsey & Red Nichols; and various other artists
Five foot two, eyes of blue But oh, what those five foot could do Has anybody seen my girl? Turned up nose, turned down hose All dressed up in fancy clothes Has anybody seen my girl? Now if you run into a five foot two Covered in fur Diamond rings and all those things Bet-cha life it isn't her But could she love, could she woo? Could she, could she, could she coo? Has anybody seen my girl?
Five foot two, eyes of blue But oh, what those five foot could do Has anybody seen my girl? Turned up nose, turned down hose All dressed up in fancy clothes Has anybody seen my girl? Now if you run into a five foot two Covered in fur Diamond rings and all those things Bet-cha life it isn't her But could she love, could she woo? Could she, could she, could she coo? Has anybody seen my... Has anybody seen my... Has anybody seen my girl?
Carito
Composer(s): León Gieco - Antonio Tarrago Ros
Performer(s): León Gieco; Pablo Milanés
Sentado solo en un banco en la ciudad con tu mirada recordando el litoral tu suerte quiso estar partida mitad verdad mitad mentira como esperanza de los pobres prometida
Andando solo bajo la llovizna gris fingiendo duro que tu vida fue de aqui por que cambiaste un mar de gente por donde gobierna la flor mira que el rio nunca regalo el color
Carito suelta tu pena se haga diamante tu lagrima entre mis cuerdas Carito suelta tu piedra para volar como el zorzal en primavera
Armonica
En Bs.As. los zapatos son modernos pero no lucen como en la plaza de un pueblo deja que tu luz chiquitita le hable en secreto a la cancion para que te ilumine un poco mas el sol
Cualquier semilla cuando es planta quiere ver la misma estrella de aquel atardecer Que la salvo del pico agudo refugiandola al oscuro de la gaviota arrasadora de los surcos
Carito yo soy tu amigo me ofrezco arbol para tu nido Carito suelta tu canto que el abanico en mi acordeon lo esta esperando
Five Feet High And Rising Composer(s): Johnny Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash; Jason Edwards; Ruby Jane; Stars at Studio 99
My mama always taught me that good things come from adversity if we put our faith in the Lord We couldn't see much good in the flood waters when they were causing us to have to leave home But when the water went down we found that it had washed a load of rich black bottom dirt across our land The following year we had the best cotton crop we'd ever had
I remember hearing
How high's the water, mama? Two feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Two feet high and risin'
We can make it to the road in a homemade boat That's the only thing we got left that'll float It's already over all the wheat and the oats Two feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama? Three feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Three feet high and risin'
Well, the hives are gone I've lost my bees The chickens are sleepin' In the willow trees Cow's in water up past her knees Three feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama? Four feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Four feet high and risin'
Hey, come look through the window pane The bus is comin', gonna take us to the train Looks like we'll be blessed with a little more rain 4 feet high and risin'
How high's the water, mama? Five feet high and risin' How high's the water, papa? Five feet high and risin'
Well, the rails are washed out north of town We gotta head for higher ground We can't come back till the water comes down Five feet high and risin'
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
