Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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We didn't know what love was all about till little Dagny came to town Now we're sitting in her coffee shop dunkin' doughnuts all day long All of us singing desperately
Dagny, come back and spill wow-wow-wow- -Dagny, one more refill Listen to my heart sing Trala-diddle dill
Such a beauty we had never seen so we began to plot and scheme The best of friends in Dagny's coffee shop becoming rivals for this dream to see who was the first to win the love of
Carolina Hard Core Ecstasy
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa; The Muffin Men
I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon
She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon
But she was something I could lay on
Can't remember what became of me ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
She put a Doobie Brothers tape on
(La la la la la-ahh la)
I had a Roger Daltrey cape on
(A Roger Daltrey cape on)
There was a bed I dumped her shape on
Can't remember what became of me ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
Somewhat later on
I woke up and she was gone
There was dew out on the lawn
In the sunrise
Later she came back
With a rumpled paper sack
Which she told me would contain
A surprise
She stuck her hand right in it to the bottom
Said she knew I'd be surprised she got 'em
Take a Charleston pimp to spot 'em
Then she gave a pair of shoes to me ...
Plastic leather, 14 triple D
I said: "I wonder what's the shoes for?"
She told me: "Don't you worry no more!"
And got right down there on the tile floor
Now Darling Stomp All Over Me! ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
Is this something new
Having people stomp on you?
Is it what I need to do
For your pleasure?
(Yo' pleasure ... it's ... uh ... uh ... all I need)
"What is this, a quiz?
Don't you worry what it is
It is merely just a moment
I can treasure ..."
(What is ...?) (You know ...)
By ten o'clock her arms and legs were rendered
She couldn't talk 'cause her mouth had been extendered
Looked to me as though she had been blendered
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
Well ...
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
It might seem strange to Herb and Dee
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
The Days Of Sand And Shovels
Composer(s): Bud Reneau - Doyle Marsh
Performer(s): Bobby Vinton
and multiple other artists
When I noticed her the first time
I was outside running barefoot in the rain
She lived in the house next door
Her nose was pressed against the window pane
When I looked at her she smiled
And showed a place where two teeth used to be
And I heard her ask her mom
If she could come outside and play with me
Soon the days of sand and shovels
Gave way to the mysteries of life
Then I noticed she was changing
And I looked at her through different eyes
We became as one and knew a love
Without beginning or an end
And everyday I lived with her
Was like a new day dawning once again
And I've loved her since
Every doll was Shirley Temple
Soda pop was still a nickel
Jam was on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips
After many years our love grew silent
And at night I heard her cry
And when she left me in the fall
I knew that this would be our last goodbye
I was man enough to give her
Everything she needed for a while
But in searching for a pefect love
I found that I could not give her a child
Now she lives a quiet life
And is a mother of a little girl
And everytime I pass her house
My thoughts go back into another world
Cause I see her little girl
Her nose is pressed against the window pane
And she thinks I'm a lonely man
Who wants to come inside out of the rain
And I've loved her since
Every doll was Shirley Temple
Soda pop was still a nickel
Jam was on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips
Flambée Montalbanaise Composer(s): Gus Viseur Performer(s): André Minvielle; and various other artists
Oyez la mélodie Le fond du soir Un café Écoutez, c'est le blues Du coin le Gus y joue Du biniou Comm' fait Bach Pour une chanson Pucelle aux ailes déployées Rame, langue Albatros Pique et trame au papier Le cap et la falaise, balèze! J'écoutais montalbanaise Une envolée de braises Noyé, je m'eau de vie-gueur Viseur au coeur, liqueur soeur A cloche-pieds, cigarette Une bouffée volée, yé Au vent de la postérité Allez vas-y va Chaloupe ta mélopée Ma chanson de café Charlie passe Parker Et l'Gus au biniou Souffle aussi Comme Black au sax Si le be -bop à valser Devait sceller vos nuits Blues et Polka piquée Temps Tu nous réconcilies M'entends-tu d'accordéon? Monteille cétait tout petit Le paradis d'été Sambapathie, dada plouc On ramait bal d'amour flou Mais un souffle est dévoilé Une poussée bleue, d'envie M'accroche au cur, thank you Viseur
Et ceux, les "griff' le temps" Ont mis les doigts de cordes Apaches et Django Mississipi Didi guitare aussi m'a dit Et Paris loue, Paris prie Le tango bord de Marne Chavire la valsouze Intemporelle et blues
Goutte à goutte ces divines My lady valsées Filles et femmes tam-tam Au fil du temps Funambules et modernité (Comme) on jette à l'eau du calme Un caillou ricochet Par ondes d'ondes là Passe-passe l'écho Des papis d'au-delà du top Réveillez la mélodie, la chanson des cafés Vocalise la bob French Scat et valsez one more D'oc Comme un souffle dévoilé Une poussée bleue d'envie Accroche au cur, thank you Viseur
Il Volto Della Vita ((Adapted from: Days Of Pearly Spencer (David McWilliams) - 1967)) Composer(s): David McWilliams - Daiano - Mogol Performer(s): Caterina Caselli - 1968
Con il corpo sono qui Ma la mente mia non c'è Corre dietro a dei ricordi E chi la ferma píu
I miei occhi sono chiusi Ma ci vedo molto bene Son davanti ad una casa Entro e vedo te
Il volto della vita, ah ah Il volto dell'amore
Rose rosse alle pareti Giochi d'ombra sul tuo viso Come ali le mie braccia Si apron verso te
Ed ancora la mia mente Non è stanca di vagare E mi porta lungo il fiume E in fondo vedo te
Il volto della vita, ah ah Il volto dell'amore
Sei vestito un poco strano Ma d'altronde, come sempre Il mio cuore ti fa festa Solo a un passo da te
Ma qualcuno ha bussato E il mio viaggio è terminato Io mi alzo per aprire Apro e vedo te
Carolina Nos seus olhos fundos Guarda tanta dor A dor de todo esse mundo Eu já lhe expliquei que não vai dar Seu pranto não vai nada mudar Eu já convidei para dançar É hora, já sei, de aproveitar Lá fora, amor Uma rosa nasceu Todo mundo sambou Uma estrela caiu Eu bem que mostrei sorrindo Pela janela, ói que lindo Mas Carolina não viu
Carolina Nos seus olhos tristes Guarda tanto amor O amor que já não existe Eu bem que avisei, vai acabar De tudo lhe dei para aceitar Mil versos cantei pra lhe agradar Agora não sei como explicar Lá fora, amor Uma rosa morreu Uma festa acabou Nosso barco partiu Eu bem que mostrei a ela O tempo passou na janela Só Carolina não viu
Days Of Pearly Spencer ((Italian Version: Il Volto Della Vita (Caterina Caselli) - 1968)) Composer(s): David McWilliams First release by: David McWilliams - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoeless feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by a shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Through walls and cracks and leave no trace And daylight's brightness shuns
The days of Pearly Spencer The race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass Gazing as the swollen mass On concrete fields where grows no grass Stumbles blindly on Iron trees smother the air But withering they stand and stare Through eyes that neither know nor care Where the grass is gone
The days of Pearly Spencer The race is almost run
Pearly where's your milk white skin What's that stubble on your chin It's buried in the rot gut gin You played and lost not won You played a house that can't be beat Now look your head's bowed in defeat You walked too far along the street Where only rats can run
The days of Pearly Spencer The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer The race is almost run The race is almost run
A tenement, a dirty street Remember worn and shoeless feet Remember how you stood to beat The way your life had gone So Pearly don't you shed more tears For those best forgotten years Those tenements are memories Of where you've risen from
Oh Dearne
((Adapted from: Carol (Chuck Berry) - 1958))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Bennie Jolink - Ferdy Jolij
Performer(s): Normaal - 1977
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - O Carole (Johnny Hallyday)
1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)
Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt
Loast kwam ik ow tegen in mien stamcafe Ik liep ow tegen 't lief op weg noar de plee Oh, nem me niet kwalijk, drink der eentjen van mien En nog gin uurtjen loater had ik ow . gezien Moar ik mocht der niet op, i-j zeijen later mischien En dat gezeik dat duurt now al 'n wehk of 10
Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt
Ik begin der van te balen want 't duurt te lang Van de pastoor of de dominee bun i-j toch niet bang I-j zegt da-j van mien hold, moar dat geleuf ik niet I-j wet niet wat i-j mist an wat hier recht op 't ende steet Gun mien toch een duik want ik krieg 't zo heet 't Is zo gebeurd, i-j wet hoe gauw dat geet
Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt
Oh, dearntjen, goa-j met mien met noar buuten Oh, dearntjen, kom effe bi-j mien Ja, dearntjen ooh Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt...
Flagrant Délit Composer(s): V. Buggy; J. Lepers Performer(s): Herbert Léonard
J'aime le goût salé de ta peau Quand ton corps tout bronzé sort de l'eau Et ce parfum léger qui me rend fou J'aime tes yeux étranges qui sourient Quand tes lèvres me mangent comme un fruit Ce plaisir qui dérange autour de nous
Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse Encore tout éblouis de promesses Avoir envie de toi envie de nous Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout
J'aime te voir frémir sous mes doigts J'aime quand tu soupires contre moi Et mourir, mourir en toi J'aime les mots troublants des secrets Que tu murmures avant et après Qui font battre mon sang, trembler ma voix
J'aime quand tu gémis de plaisir Et toute anéantie te sentir Amoureusement blottie entre mes bras Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse Encore tout éblouis de promesses Avoir envie de toi envie de nous
Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout J'aime te voir frémir sous mes doigts J'aime quand tu soupires contre moi Et mourir, mourir en toi Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout Pris en flagrant délit, oui
Days Of My Youth Composer(s): Kuiokalani Lee Performer(s): Don Ho and multiple other artists
Used to fly like the birds on the wings of the wind I have played in the sun with a joy deep within I had laughter as a toy and a sweet for my tooth In the beautiful days of my youth
Ev'ry one that I met was a friend, not a foe The fears I have learned way back then I didn't know Not one deed meant unkind, not one thought uncouth In the beautiful days of my youth
The time quickly passed, the years traveled on The hopes and the dreams have diminished and gone Now the child that I face, how familiar he seems He's wearing my eyes and living my dreams
Ah, my innocent child I'll spare the untruths Of the magical days, the bright shining days The beautiful days of your youth
Carol
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
First release by: Chuck Berry - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - O Carole (Johnny Hallyday)
1977 - Oh Dearne (Normaal)
1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)
Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance If it takes me all night and day
Climb into my machine so we can groove on out I know some swinging little joint where we can jump and shout It's not too far back on the highway not so long a ride You park the car out in the open you can walk inside A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her ma'am 'Cause every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed
Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance If it takes me all night and day
Now, if you want to hear some music like the boys are playing Hold tight, bang your foot don't let it carry you away Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud Won't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd Well you can't dance I know you would you could I got my eyes on you, baby, cause you dance so good
Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance If it takes me all night and day
Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I've got to learn to dance If it takes me all night and day
Flagenheim's Odorless Cheese Composer(s): Al Dubin; Harry Warren Performer(s): Dick Powell
There are theme songs and theme songs and theme songs You hear ev'ry night on the air There are cigarette, coffee, and cream songs And songs about clothes you should wear But the song of all theme songs, the tune of all tunes Is the song that the Flagenheim baritone croons
To enjoy your veal cutlets, potatoes and peas Top off your dinner with Flagenheim cheese It will aid your digestion So take my suggestion Get Flagenheim's odorless cheese
The Day You Leave Me Composer(s): Cy Coleman - C. Gore Performer(s): Tony Bennett
On the day you leave me, it still will be spring Roses will be blooming, and robins will sing Subways will be running, doorbells will ring And all in all, the sky won't fall The sun won't suddenly grow colder Without your arm around my shoulder
On the day you leave me, there still will be stars Fog in San Francisco, and rockets to Mars Balconies and moonlight, Spanish guitars But will they be of any use to me? For I know after you've gone, somehow, life will go on How it will continue, I just don't have a clue On the day I don't have you
Caro Nome
((English Version: Here (Tony Martin))
Composer(s): Giuseppe Verdi
Performer(s): Maria Callas
and multiple other artists
Gualtier Maldè!.. Nome di lui siamato ti scolpisci nel core innamorato!
Caro nome che il mio cor festi primo palpitar Le delizie dell'amor mi dêi sempre rammentar!
Col pensier il mio desir a te sempre volerà E fin l'ultimo sospir, caro nome, tuo sarà
Col pensier il mio desir a te sempre volerà E fin l'ultimo mio sospir, caro nome, tuo sarà
Col pensier il mio desir a te sempre volerà A te volerà, fin l'ultimo sospir, fin l'ultimo sospir, caro nome, tuo sarà
Caro nome tuo sarà, il mio desir a te ognora volerà Fin l'ultimo sospiro tuo sarà!
Gualtier Maldè!.. Gualtier Maldè!.. Caro nome che il mio cor festi primo palpitar (Borsa: E là) E fin l'ultimo sospir (Ceprano: Miratela) (Cortigiani: Oh, quanto è bella!) Caro nome tuo sarà (Marullo: Par fata od angiol) Gualtier Maldè!.. Gualtier Maldè!.. (Cortigiani: L'amante è quella di Rigoletto! Oh, quanto è bella!)
Fixing To Live Composer(s): Judy Pulver Performer(s): Petula Clark
And I feel like I'm fixing to live again To love again I feel like I'm home
And I feel just like I know myself once more When you walked out the door The feeling was gone
And the moral is us It can only be us Get down on one So down low And even a smile would Probably mean a great deal With problems with No place to go, no
And I feel like I'm Fixing to live again To love again I feel like I'm home
I feel like I'm Fixing to live again Fixing to love again I feel like I'm home
And the moral is us It can only be us Get down on one So down low And even a smile would Probably mean a great deal With problems with No place to go, no
Oh, oh Yeah
And I feel like I'm a tree With a lot of leaves Plenty more of these So won't you take some
And I feel like I've come a long way you know Still a long way to go That's how it's done
And the moral is us It can only be us Get down on one So down low And even a smile would Probably mean a great deal With problems with No place to go, no
And I feel like I'm fixing to live again To love again I feel like I'm home
I feel like I'm fixing to live again Fixing to love again I feel like I'm home
I feel like I'm fixing to live again Fixing to love again I feel like I'm home
The Day You Came Along Composer(s): Sam Coslow - Arthur Johnston Performer(s): Bing Crosby and multiple other artists
My heart went leaping The day you came along Forgot my weeping The day you came along Before I knew it I hummed a little song The day you came along
I only drifted before you came along The fog was lifted Because you came along I sent the blackbirds right back where they belong The day you came along
Men have conquered nations Other men have set them free Pioneers across the sea You can turn the pages through the ages but for me Twas the most eventful day in history
Two souls were mated The day you came along A world created The day you came along One glance convinced me I knew I wasnt wrong The day you came along
Two souls were mated The day you came along A world created The day you came along One glance convinced me I knew I wasnt wrong The day you came along
