Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Folks Who Live On The Hill Composer(s): Oscar Hammerstein II - Jerome Kern First performance: Irene Dunne - 1937 Covered by multiple other artists
Many men with lofty aims Strive for lofty goals Others play at smaller games Being simpler souls
I am of the latter brand All I want to do Is to find a spot of land And live there with you
Someday we'll build a home on a hilltop high You and I Shiny and new a cottage that two can fill And we'll be pleased to be called "The folks who live on the hill"
Someday we may be adding a thing or two A wing or two We will make changes as any fam'ly will But we will always be called "The folks who live on the hill"
Our veranda will command a view of meadows green The sort of veiw that seems to want to be seen And when the kids grow up and leave us We'll sit and look at the same old view Just we two
Darby and Joan who used to be Jack and Jill The folks like to be called What they have always been called "The folks who live on the hill"
Ce George(S)
Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo; Olivia Ruiz
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce Georges À me faire sortir le cur par la gorge!
Mais qu'est-ce quil a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce type Qu'est toujours là même quand personne le bip!
Oh là, là oui ces yeux de braise Et sa ptite fossette au menton! Je n'en dors plus, j'en deviens niaise Oui je fonds, en pamoison, je soupire son nom! Et elle achète de tas d'revues Pour y découper ses photos! Sur tous les murs l'air détendu, On voit sourire le beau cabot!
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce Georges À me faire sortir le cur par la gorge!
Si encore c'était Clark Gable Autant en emporterait le vent! Mais je dois me farcir sa belle gueule De Don Juan, toute la journée, sur mon écran! Cest quand même mieux que ton football Occupe-toi, lis ou bien picole! Mais si je bois jréponds plus dmoi Jsupporte plus cménage à trois!
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce Georges À me faire sortir le cur par la gorge!
Lautre soir en rentrant du boulot Avec délice jpasse mes pantoufles! Mais vla quil rapplique aussitôt Magresse, à me laisser sans souffle! Est-ce que mon Georges se permettrait Dse laisser aller comme tu lfais! A il a raison Aznavour Tes beau à rgarder, tu tues lamour!
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce Georges À lui faire sortir le cur par la gorge!
Chaque fois quMonsieur sort son chef duvre Faut qujla conduise au cinéma! Pendant quelle avale ces couleuvres, oh là là Moi jtourne en rond, jfais les cents pas! Tas quà mattendre dans un bistrot A vraiment elle me pousse au crime! Je prendrais le dernier métro Puisque jte saoule avec mon film!
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce Georges À me faire sortir le cur par la gorge!
Vas-t-en le rjoindre à Hollywood Cest ça va te goinfrer de Fastfood! Et toi fiche-moi la paix pauvre pomme Prends-en dla graine, ça cest un homme!
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce Georges À me faire sortir le cur par la gorge!
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce Georges
Tu parles dune exclusivité Ton super Georges il est Cloné!
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce Georges À me faire sortir le cur par la gorge!
Mais qu'est-ce quil a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce type Qu'est toujours là même quand personne le bip!
Mais qu'est-ce qu'il a, mais qu'est-ce qu'il a ce Georges!
The Folk Singer Composer(s): Merle Kilgore Performer(s): Tommy Roe; Jimmy Justice
He used to sing his songs to his Sara Jane The folk singer His songs filled with love made the mountains ring To the folk singer At first Sara Jane was to be his bride But as his fame grew she was pushed aside So the mountain girl would say good-bye To the folk singer He let his hair grow long and he dressed in style The folk singer His voice was pure and the ans went wild For the folk singer He said Sara Jane was much too plain So he left her alone as grew more fame But sorrow will come like a mountain rain To the folk singer Lavished in glory, fortune at his feet The folk singer Awoke one morning and he couldn't speak The folk singer The doctor said his singing days were through Thousands wept, Sara Jane did too He could not sing now his friends were few The folk singer Sick at heart in the mountains again The folk singer Now Sara Jane didn't look so plain To the folk singer Oh the power of love can do strange things 'Cause love has made him sing again only now he sings for his Sara Jane The folk singer And once again the mountains ring To the folk singer The folk singer The folk singer
Ce Garçon Qui Danse Composer(s): Michel Berger Performer(s): France Gall
Et mes souvenirs d'enfance Peuplent déjà ma mémoire De ces monuments immenses Et des pavés, des trottoirs Quand la nuit tombait l'hiver Comme tous les enfants des villes Moi, je rêvais de la mer Et du soleil dans les îles Mais le temps a rendu le monde petit
Et ma vie passe Et se balance Comme ce garçon qui danse Un jour bancal Un jour de chance Comme ce garçon qui danse Peut-être un jour Mon existence Aura-t-elle un sens En attendant Je suis la cadence Comme ce garçon qui danse
Et si je suis vieille un jour, tant pis Si j'ai pu connaître l'amour, tant pis Toi qui n'es pas encore née, je t'envie Moi qui connaît ta destinée, aujourd'hui Le temps a rendu le monde petit
Et ma vie passe Et se balance Comme ce garçon qui danse Un jour bancal Un jour de chance Comme ce garçon qui danse Peut-être un jour Mon existence Aura-t-elle un sens En attendant Je suis la cadence Comme ce garçon qui danse
Et ma vie passe Et se balance Comme ce garçon qui danse Un jour bancal Un jour de chance Comme ce garçon qui danse Un jour banal Un jour de chance Comme ce garçon qui danse
For A Penny Composer(s): Charlie Singleton Performer(s): Pat Boone
Darling, darling, darling If you should say we're through I would sell my heart for a penny 'cause it's worthless to me without you
Oh, oh, oh With these arms I hold you That's all I use them for I would sell these arms for a penny If they couldn't hold you any more
In other words I seem to have nothing at all Unless I have you by my side Without you my whole world would crumble and fall But with you I'm so satisfied
Oh, oh darling, darling, darling I swear by up above For a penny, for a penny, for a penny I'd give all that I own for your love
The Foggy, Foggy Dew (Traditional) Performer(s): Burl Ives and multiple other artists
When I was a bachelor, I lived all alone I worked at the weaver's trade And the only, only thing ever I did that was wrong Was to woo a fair young maid I wooed her in the wintertime Part of the summer, too And the only, only thing ever I did that was wrong Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew
One night she knelt close by my side When I was fast asleep She threw her arms around my neck And she began to weep She wept, she cried, she tore her hair Ah, me! What could I do? So all night long I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy foggy dew
Again I am a bachelor, I live with my son We work at the weaver's trade And every single time I look into his eyes He reminds me of that fair young maid He reminds me of the wintertime Part of the summer, too And the many, many times that I held her in my arms Just to keep her from the foggy, foggy, dew
Ce Fou De Nicolas
Composer(s): Michel Delpech - Jean-Michel Rivat - Michel Albert Louis Pelay
Performer(s): Michel Delpech
On a dansé huit jours en Italie On a fait trois jours à Londres Le public était conquis On a joué pour les Français Toute la salle était debout Au palais des sports à Paris La vie d'artiste, c'est ma vie à moi Le bolchog et les tournées Me font connaître des grands soirs Mais quand je reviens chez-nous Maria Ivanovna, je suis heureux de te revoir
Comment fera ce fou de Nicolas Il a voulu rester vivre là-bas Si j'étais loin de toi et loin de la Russie Je me connais, je crèverais de nostalgie C'est vrai qu'en France, tout est différent On se promène à minuit et puis on parle avec les gens Il y a des magasins où l'on voudrait tout emporter Et des chansons dans les cafés Aux Champs-Élysées, j'ai trouvé pour toi Des produits de maquillage et puis aussi des beaux mouchoirs J'ai passé de bons moments Mais Maria Ivanovna, je suis heureux de te revoir
Comment fera ce fou de Nicolas Il a voulu rester vivre là-bas Si j'étais loin de toi et loin de la Russie Je me connais, je crèverais de nostalgie Je le revois dans mes bras, Nicolas Je l'ai serré sur le cur dans une salle de départ Il m'a dit qu'il nous aimait, Maria Ivanovna Mais nous reparlons de lui un autre soir Il m'a dit qu'il nous aimait Mais parle-moi plutôt de toi Je suis heureux de te revoir
For A Dancer Composer(s): Jackson Browne Performer(s): Jackson Browne; and various other artists
Keep a fire burning in your eye Pay attention to the open sky You never know what will be coming down I don't remember losing track of you You were always dancing in and out of view I must've always thought you'd be around Always keeping things real by playing the clown Now you're nowhere to be found
I don't know what happens when people die Can't seem to grasp it as hard as I try It's like a song playing right in my ear That I can't sing I can't help listening
I can't help feeling stupid standing 'round Crying as they ease you down Cause I know that you'd rather we were dancing Dancing our sorrow away (Right on dancing) No matter what fate chooses to play (There's nothing you can do about it anyway)
Just do the steps that you've been shown By everyone you've ever known Until the dance becomes your very own No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown In the end there is one dance you'll do alone
Keep a fire for the human race And let your prayers go drifting into space You never know will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near And just as easily, it could all disappear Along with whatever meaning you might have found Don't let the uncertainty turn you around (The world keeps turning around and around) Go on and make a joyful sound
Into a dancer you have grown From a seed somebody else has thrown Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own And somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you go May lie a reason you were alive but you'll never know
The Flying Saucer (Bill Buchanan & Dickie Goodman)
The Flying Saucer Composer(s): Bill Buchanan - Dickie Goodman Performer(s): Bill Buchanan & Dickie Goodman
Part 1
Announcer: We interrupt this record to bring you a special bulletin The reports of a flying saucer hovering over the city have been confirmed The flying saucers are real
Too real when I feel What my heart can´t conceal (The Platters "The Great Pretender")
Announcer: That was The Clatters recording Too Real We switch you now to our on the spot reporter downtown
C´mon baby let´s go downtown (Frankie Lymon & The Teenagers "I Want You To Be My Girl")
Announcer: Take it away John Cameron Cameron
Reporter: This is John Cameron Cameron downtown Pardon me madam, would you tell our audience what would you do if the saucer were to land?
Jump back in the alley (Little Richard "Long Tall Sally")
Reporter: Thank you and now that gentleman there
What I´m gonna do, is hard to tell (Fats Domino "Poor Me")
Reporter: And the gentleman with the guitar, what would you do, sir
Just take a walk down lonely street (Elvis Presley "Heartbreak Hotel")
Reporter: Thank you We return you now... Scr-Ee-Ee-Ch
brak: This is Brak your outer space disc jockey with a request for Earth
Earth angel, earth angel (The Penguins "Earth Angel")
Announcer: That was The Pelicans outer space recording, Earth I´ve just been handed a bulletin The flying saucer has just landed We switch you again downtown
Reporter: Here we are again We have with us Professor Sir Cedric Pentingmode of the British Institute and the professor is approaching the saucer to see if there´s possibly any sign of life aboard
Sir Cedric: Well I´m sure something... are you there?
I hear you knocking But you can´t come in (Smiley Lewis "I Hear You Knockin'")
Announcer: That was Laughing Lewis´ record, Knocking
Reporter: This is John Cameron Cameron on the spot And now I believe we´re about to hear the words of the first spaceman ever to land on Earth
A wop bob alumop balop bam boom (Little Richard "Tutti Frutti")
Announcer: And now here are the ball scores Four to three, six to two, and eight to one The impact of seeing the first spaceman has this reporter reeling
Here I go reeling, uh-oh, uh-oh (The Platters "The Magic Touch")
Announcer: That was The Clatters again with their big one, Uh-Oh
Reporter: This is John Cameron Cameron again downtown The spaceman has returned to his ship and is taking off We return you now to our studios The flying saucer has gone There is no threat of an invasion However, the flying saucers are still around
Still around (The Platters "The Great Pretender")
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Part 2
Ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Announcer: We are not going to interrupt this record
Ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
Announcer: Yes, we are The flying saucer has landed again
Washington: The Secretary of Defense has just said
Ain´t that a shame (Fats Domino "Ain't That A Shame")
Announcer: That was Skinny Dynamo´s record, That´s A Shame
Reporter: This is John Cameron Cameron, part two Gathered around me are several of the spacemen Tell us, have you come to conquer the world?
Ce Coin De Terre ((Adapted from: This Land Is Your Land (Woody Guthrie) - 1944)) Composer(s): Woody Guthrie - Pierre Cour Performer(s): Dalida - 1964
Ce coin de terre n'a pour frontière Qu'un ciel qui danse et la plaine immense Oui ce coin de terre n'a pas de frontière L'amour est là pour toi et moi
D'où que tu viennes Où que tu reviennes Si tu t'arrêtes ma porte est ouverte Le feu qui danse chante l'espérance L'amour est là pour toi et moi Tous ensemble
Ce coin de terre n'a pour frontière Qu'un ciel qui danse et la plaine immense Oui ce coin de terre n'a pas de frontière L'amour est là pour toi et moi
Le ciel dessine sur la colline Le long mirage de ses nuages Et moi je chante et toi tu chantes L'amour est là pour toi et moi Encore
Ce coin de terre n'a pour frontière Qu'un ciel qui danse et la plaine immense Oui ce coin de terre n'a pas de frontière L'amour est là pour toi et moi
Le vent de neige a pour cortège Mille légendes là-bas sur la lande Mais la plus belle c'est que je t'aime L'amour est là pour toi et moi Tous ensemble
Ce coin de terre n'a pour frontière Qu'un ciel qui danse et la plaine immense Oui ce coin de terre n'a pas de frontière L'amour est là pour toi L'amour est là pour moi L'amour est là pour toi et moi
The Flying Saucer Composer(s): Pitt Performer(s): Billy Cotton
Is another world watching us? Who are these strangers from space? What is the mystery? Let us reveal... the truth!
Two little men in a flying saucer Flew round the world one day Looked to left and right of it Couldnt stand the sight of it And quickly flew away
They couldnt stand anything they saw, sir And didnt care to stay From the view they got of us Hated all the lot of us And quickly flew away
Took a look around and once theyd seen us Hurried off to space As quickly as they could to Mars and Venus Saying, What a place, to live in
Two little men in a flying saucer Had no desire to stay When they cruised around the world Sorry that they found the world And quickly flew away
Said, What a planet, wonder who began it As they flew across the USA Heard Frank Sinatra, made a swift departure And they quickly flew away Flew over Britain, everybody sittin As they listened to the radio What had they got on, good old Billy Cotton But the two little men said, Oh no!
Oh really, Clarence, of all the terrible places If Id know it was like this here, Id never have come Now go on, drive the saucer back home at once This isnt our cup of tea and you know it
Two little men in a flying saucer Had no desire to stay When they cruised around the world Sorry they had found the world And quickly flew away (Flew away) Yes they quickly flew away (Flew away) Yes the quickly flew away
He recorrido calles igual que un cazador De huellas invisibles, tan sólo para ver Si estabas y podía mirarme un rato En tus ojos líquidos del color de mis sueños
Sigo la flecha que señala el sonido De tus pisadas en la acera, de tu sombra En las esquinas de la ciudad soleada De tu luz en las terrazas de la noche
Tu amor deja huellas Para hacer más seguro el camino De los cazadores de huellas
Footprints In The Snow Composer(s): Greg Lake Performer(s): Emerson, Lake & Palmer
First time when you looked at me You tried to hide but I could see A special beauty in your eyes Passion flying like a spark Like an arrow to the mark I feel it sting my jealousy
Before you know there's footprints in the snow
Desire like a river flows Where it comes from no one knows Love just like a flower grows And then God only knows It comes down like guillotine
Now I feel the rain of love torn by a hurricane One night eclipsed the sun How deep still waters run
How deep they go like footprints in the snow
Take my love into your brest Commit my spirit to the test You will see him like a knight His armour gleams We'll fly upon his angel's wings Above the clouds in rainbow rings We can sail a ship of dreams
Chorus: If you will take my hand We can cross this desert made of sand We can break in through the ice And feel the wind of paradise We'll feel it blow our footprints in the snow
Anytime you feel alone Just raise your hand, pick up the phone Take in my number, there I'll be If one day your stars won't shine I will give you some of mine Cause they could fall so easily
The Fly Composer(s): John Madara - D. Bergen White Performer(s): Chubby Checker
Come on, come on And do The Fly with me Hey, come on everybody And do The Fly with me Well, if you don't know how to do it Just a-watch and see
You gotta shake your hands All around and around the sky And then you buzz around the floor You can do it if you really try All the girls and guys Are gettin' wise There're gonna fly Fly, fly, baby
You pretty little girl Come and fly away with me Oh, pretty little girl Fly away with me We're gonna fly to the sky But you'll never fly away from me Oh, yeah, ha!
Don'cha know, you've gotta shake your hands All around and around the sky (Wop, wop) And then you buzz around the floor (Wop, wop) You can do it if you really try (Wop, wop) All the girls and guys Are gettin' wise There're gonna fly Fly, fly, baby
Come on, come on and do The Fly with me Come on everybody and do The Fly with me Well, you can fly to the sky But you'll never fly away from me Now fly! Yeah
Casabe Y Macho Composer(s): Francisco Repilado Performer(s): Compay Segundo
No quiere nada conmigo esa chinita es hija de juan, ¡ay! No quiere nada conmigo también me dijo que su mamá ¡ay! No quiere nada conmigo también me dijo que su papá ¡ay! No quiere nada conmigo porque bailando me porto mal ¡ay! No quiere nada conmigo allá en dos plamas vamo' a rumbear ¡ay! No quiere nada conmigo a palama soriano de madruga' ¡ay! No quiere nada conmigo a casa'e concha van a matar ¡ay! No quiere nada conmigo cazabe, chivo, macho na' ma' ¡ay! No quiere nada conmigo ¡eeechaa!
Footloose Composer(s): Kenny Loggins; Dean Pitchford Performer(s): Kenny Loggins; and various other artists
I´ve been working so hard I´m punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh, tell me what I got I´ve got this feeling That times´s just holding me down I´ll hit the ceiling or else I´ll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut loose 1-Footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Please, Louise, pull me off of my knees Jack, get Mack, come on before we crack Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose...
You´re playing so cool, obeying every rule Deep way down in your heart You´re burning yearning for the sun Somebody to tell you that life ain´t passing you by I´m trying to tell you It will if you don´t even try You´ll get by if you´d only
Cut loose, footloose, kick off the Sunday shoes Oo-wee Marie shake it, shake it for me Woah, Milo come on, come on let´s go Lose your blues, everybody cut footloose...
You got to turn me around...and put your Feet on the ground, gotta take the hold of all I´m turning loose
Flower Of Sweet Strabane (Traditional) Performer(s): Brian Dullaghan and multiple other artists
If I were King of Ireland and all things at my will I'd roam through all creations new fortunes to find still And the fortune I would seek the most you all must understand Is to win the heart of Martha, the flower of sweet Strabane
Her cheeks they are a rosy red, her hair golden brown And o'er her lily white shoulders it carelessly falls down She's one of the loveliest creatures of the whole creation planned And my heart is captivated by the flower of sweet Strabane
If I had you lovely Martha away in Innisowen Or in some lonesome valley in the wild woods of Tyrone I would use my whole endeavour and I'd try to work my plan For to gain my prize and to feast my eyes on the flower of sweet Strabane
Oh, I'll go o'er the Lagan down by the steam ships tall I'm sailing for Amerikay across the briny foam My boat is bound for Liverpool down by the Isle of Man So I'll say farewell, God bless you, my flower of sweet Strabane
Montado num cavalo ferro Vivi campos verdes me enterro Em terras tropicamericanas Tropicamericanas tropicamericanas E no meio de tudo num lugar ainda mudo Concreto, ferro, surdo, cego Por dentro deste velho, deste velho Deste velho mundo Pulsando num segundo letal No planalto central Onde se divide, se divide, se devide O bem e o mal, mal, mal, mal, mal Vou achar o meu caminho de volta Pode ser certo, pode ser direto Caminho certo sem perigo, sem perigo Sem perigo, sem perigo fatal Caminho certo sem perigo, sem perigo Sem perigo, sem perigo fatal
