Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Kiss Of Kathleen Turner Composer(s): Rob Bolland - Ferdi Bolland - Falco Performer(s): Falco
Train sounds and coughing I always take the 7:30 am train Going to Brasil city Well, at this hour of the day, Im not too well humored cause life doesnt show any pity Youre always complaining bout yourself And putting things down in the world Just take a good look at Kathleen Turner Now theres one heck of a girl
Ive been to hell and back but Im alright Jack Now I know what love is about Under the seven moons I made a solemn vow I need the kiss of Kathleen Turner right now I need the kiss of Kathleen Turner right now Smack! in the middle
Female voice on telephone: hello? Oh its me, I know its late But I just had to call you Ill be over real soon
Male voice: Kathleen Kathleen
Is this a dream, or is it real Is this really happening to me Or is this just fantasy? In this world theres only one woman Who can make my dreams my dreams come true And that woman Kathleen Its you
Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by He wants a kiss Not just one, I want lots of kisses He wants a kiss Standing on the corner watching all the girls go by He wants a kiss
Hallelujah, hes in love Hallelujah, glory, glory
Issos Cannae Katalaunische Felder Mount greek Austerlitz Waterloo Verdun Stalingrad
Kathleen, can you hear me babe Kathleen, do you know what Im talking about Im just talking about Not the first kiss of my life Im talking about... our planet ... Kathleen!
Change De Docteur Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Toi tu essaies comme les autres fous D'arrêter le temps, de le briser d'un seul coup Et tu plantes tes ongles aux pierres de sa vie Il t'emporte avec lui Au moment où tu penses être enfin le plus fort C'est trop tard, tu dors Alors tu rêves d'être le prêtre hindou Qui encense le soir le ciel de Diên Biên Phu Mais sa voix est trop grave Mais tu as peur des croix Qui terminent ses bras Viens, change de docteur Viens, j'en connais un meilleur Il arrache sa vie et te soigne avec ça Change de docteur Viens, j'en connais un meilleur Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi Qui coule au fond de toi Alors tu prends des grains de sucre roux Et tu deviens la star des flashs, des interviews Mais tes mots sont trop hauts Et les mecs des journaux Ne les comprennent pas Leurs crayons sont trop fins Leur soleil est trop bas Et tout se brise et tu tombes aux genoux D'une horde de rats Les princes des égouts C'est leur chef qui le dit Je peux sauver ta vie Si tu couches avec moi Viens, change de docteur Viens, j'en connais un meilleur Il arrache sa vie et te soigne avec ça Change de docteur Viens, j'en connais un meilleur Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi Qui coule au fond de toi Disons qu'un jour il n'y ait plus de tabous Qu'il n'y ait plus d'interdits Ni de prêtres jaloux Juste un grain dans la foule Une pierre qui roule Et tout le monde s'en fout Viens, change de docteur Viens, j'en connais un meilleur Il arrache sa vie et te soigne avec ça Change de docteur Viens, j'en connais un meilleur Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi Qui coule au fond de toi Viens, change de docteur Viens, j'en connais un meilleur Il déchire la nuit qui coule au fond de toi Qui coule au fond de toi
Fritt Fram Composer(s): Ola Magnell; Gordon Lightfoot Performer(s): Lill Lindfors
Du får höra lätta steg i din sovalkov Och du säjer "förlåt, men se jag låg och sov" Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst
Du försöker vara vänlig, tuff ändå Men han gör ingen min av att vilja gå Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus
Du har sett så många misstag och svikna hopp Och hur svårt det kan vara att säja stopp Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst Fritt fram, det kommer en gäst När jag sover så gott och när jag drömmer som bäst
Valentino går iväg innan natten flyr Till en vänare nymf och nya äventyr Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus Fritt fram, jag släcker mitt ljus Och då smyger du bakvägen in i mitt hus
Fy skam, ibland är det synd När det verkar okej och när det spricker igen Fy skam, ibland är det synd När det verkar okej och när det spricker igen
The King's New Clothes Composer(s): Frank Loesser Performer(s): Danny Kaye and multiple other artists
This is the story of the King's new clothes Now there was once a king who was absolutely insane about new clothes and one day, two swindlers came to sell him what they said was a magic suit of clothes Now, they held up this particular garment and they said, "Your Majesty, this is a magic suit" Well, the truth of the matter is, there was no suit there at all But the swindlers were very smart, and they said "Your Majesty, to a wise man this is a beautiful raiment but to a fool it is absolutely invisible" Naturally, the King not wanting to appear a fool, said
"Isn't it grand! Isn't it fine! Look at the cut, the style, the line! The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether it's altogether The most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever seen These eyes of mine at once determined The sleeves are velvet, the cape is ermine The hose are blue and the doublet is a lovely shade of green Somebody send for the Queen"
Well they sent for the Queen and they quickly explained to her about the magic suit of clothes. And naturally, the Queen not wanting to appear a fool, said
"Well, isn't it oh! Isn't it rich! Look at the charm of every stitch! The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether it's altogether The most remarkable suit of clothes that I have ever seen These eyes of mine at once determined The sleeves are velvet, the cape is ermine The hose are blue and the doublet is a lovely shade of green Summon the court to convene"
Well the court convened, and you never saw in your life as many people as were at that court All the ambassadors, the dukes, the earls, the counts, it was just packed with people and they were all told about the magic suit of clothes And after they were told they naturally didn't want to appear fools and they said
"Isn't it ohhh! Isn't it ahhh! Isn't it absolutely wheee! The suit of clothes is altogether, but altogether, it's altogether The most remarkable suit of clothes a tailor ever made Now quickly, put it altogether With gloves of leather and hat and feather It's altogether the thing to wear in Saturday's parade Leading the royal brigade"
Now Saturday came and the streets were just lined with thousands and thousands and thousands of people And they all were cheering as the artillery came by, the infantry marched by, the cavalry galloped by And everybody was cheering like mad, except one little boy You see, he hadn't heard about the magic suit and didn't know what he was supposed to see Well, as the King came by the little boy looked and, horrified, said
"Look at the King! Look at the the King! Look at the King, the King, the King! The King is in the altogether, but altogether, the altogether He's altogether as naked as the day that he was born The King is in the altogether, but altogether, the altogether It's altogether the very least the King has ever worn"
Summon the court physician! Call an intermission! His majesty is wide open to ridicule and scorn
The King is in the altogether, but all together, the altogether He's altogether as naked as the day that he was born And it's altogether too chilly a morn!
Chandernagor
Composer(s): Guy Béart
Performer(s): Guy Béart
Elle avait elle avait Un Chandernagor de classe Elle avait elle avait Un Chandernagor râblé Pour moi seul pour moi seul Elle découvrait ses cachemires Ses jardins ses beau quartiers Enfin son Chandernagor Pas question Dans ces conditions D'abandonner les Comptoirs de l'Inde
Elle avait elle avait Deux Yanaon de cocagne Elle avait elle avait Deux Yanaon ronds et frais Et moi seul et moi seul M'aventurais dans sa brousse Ses vallées ses vallons Ses collines de Yanaon Pas question Dans ces conditions D'abandonner les Comptoirs de l'Inde
Elle avait elle avait Le Karikal difficile Elle avait elle avait Le Karikal mal luné Mais la nuit j'atteignais Son nirvana à heure fixe Et cela en dépit De son fichu Karikal Pas question Dans ces conditions D'abandonner les Comptoirs de l'Inde
Elle avait elle avait Un petit Mahé fragile Elle avait elle avait Un petit Mahé secret Mais je dus à la mousson Eteindre mes feux de Bengale M'arracher m'arracher Aux délices de Mahé Pas question Dans ces conditions De faire long feu dans les Comptoirs de l'Inde
Elle avait elle avait Le Pondichéry facile Elle avait elle avait Le Pondichéry accueillant Aussitôt aussitôt C'est à un nouveau touriste Qu'elle fit voir son comptoir Sa flore sa géographie Pas question Dans ces conditions De revoir un jour les Comptoirs de l'Inde
Frim Fram Sauce Composer(s): Joe Ricardel; Redd Evans Performer(s): Nat King Cole
I don't want French fried potatoes Red ripe tomatoes I'm never satisfied I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay With chafafah on the side
I don't want pork chops and bacon That won't awaken My appetite inside I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay With chafafah on the side
Now a person's really got to eat And a person should eat right Five will get you ten I'm gonna feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread You heard what I said Waiter, please serve mine fried I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay With chafafah on the side
A person's really got to eat And a person should eat right Five will get you ten I'm gonna feed myself right tonight
I don't want fish cakes and rye bread You heard what I said Waiter, please serve mine fried I want the frim-fram sauce with the ausen fay With chafafah on the side
(I want the frim fram sauce with the ausen fay with cha fafa, cha fafa, cha fafa, on the side P-leazzze!)
Nat's ending (no melody): Now if you don't have it, just bring me a check for the water
Where I'm from there are no mountains And time is standing still Where I'm from there's barely space left Still they're running up a hill Where I'm from they don't like changes Even if alarm bells ring Where I'm from they have a princess Where I'm from they have a king
Where I'm from they don't like dreamers They are told to shut their mouth Where I'm from they're divided Between the North and the South Where I'm from it's like a long night That never turns to day Where I'm from the kingdom's trembling Where I'm from they've lost the way
Sing it loud today Sing it loud today I'm singing it loud today I am the one that got away
Where I'm from they just keep rooted Heads are always hanging low Where I'm from the Congo River Never got nowhere to go Where I'm from words are repeated But they never really rhyme Where I'm from the kingdom's trembling Where I'm from they're losing time
Where I'm from there's a lack of heroes Both in politics and song Where I'm from the more they fix it The faster everything goes wrong Where I'm from I still remember So I will sing it every day That this kingdom is still my kingdom It's encoded in my DNA
Chandelle Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Elle, elle sort tout droit d'une aquarelle Avec ses dentelles d'autrefois Elle est belle comme un chemin de croix Elle, les enfants l'appellent Chandelle Parce qu'elle tremble à chaque pas Mais le prisonnier c'est moi Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi L'hiver est fait pour que nos corps se serrent Et se serrent sans bruit Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi Je suis le premier qui l'appelle Le premier qui lui ouvre les bras Comme si chez nous elle n'existait pas Et d'elle, je reçois quelques nouvelles Par les oiseaux qu'elle m'envoie Je suis loin, mais ne t'inquiète pas Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi L'hiver est fait pour que nos corps se serrent Et se serrent sans bruit Si elle a peur, si elle a froid, moi aussi Mais chacun de ses silences est mortel Chacun de ses mots de porte au ciel Hey, d'aussi loin que tu sois Si tu m'entends, arrête-toi Toi qui cours pour que ton corps soit transparent Toi qui pleures que la vie te prend tout ton temps, Hey, d'aussi loin que tu sois Si tu m'entends, arrête-toi Chandelle, c'est ma chanson pour toi Ma chanson pour toi Chandelle, c'est toujours le soir de Noël Quand elle revient vers chez moi Et même je ne suis pas sûr qu'il ait fait nuit Entre hier et aujourd'hui
Fritiof Och Carmencita Composer(s): Sven-Bertil Taube
Samborombon, en liten by förutan gata den ligger inte långt från Rio de la Plata nästan i kanten av den blåa Atlanten och med Pampas bakom sig många hundra gröna mil dit kom jag ridande en afton i april för jag ville dansa tango
Dragspel, fiol och mandolin hördes från krogen och i salen steg jag in där på bänken i mantilj och med en ros vid sin barm satt den bedårande lilla Carmencita Mamman, värdinnan satt i vrån hon tog mitt ridspö, min pistol och min manton Jag bjöd upp och Carmencita sa 'Si gracias señor Vamos á bailár este tango'
Carmencita lilla vän, håller du utav mig än? Får jag tala med din pappa och din mamma jag vill gifta mig med dig, Carmencita!
Nej, don Fritiof Andersson kom ej till Samborombon om ni hyser andra planer när det gäller mig än att dansa tango
Ack, Carmencita gör mig inte så besviken jag tänker skaffa mig ett jobb här i butiken sköta mig noga, bara spara och knoga inte spela och dricka, men bara älska dig Säg, Carmencita, det är ändå blott med mig säg, som du vill dansa tango
Nej Fritiof, ni förstår musik men jag tror inte ni kan stå i en butik och förresten sa min pappa just idag att han visste vem som snart skulle fria till hans dotter En som har tjugotusen kor och en estancia som är förfärligt stor Han har prisbelönta tjurar han har oxar, kor och svin och han dansar underbar tango
Carmencita, lilla vän, akta dig för rika män! Lyckan den bor ej i oxar eller kor och den kan heller inte köpas för pengar Men min kärlek gör dig rik skaffa mig ett jobb i er butik Och när vi blir gifta söta ungar skall vi få, som kan dansa tango
King Of Hollywood Composer(s): Don Henley - Glenn Frey Performer(s): Eagles
Well, he sits up there on his leatherette Looks through pictures of the ones that he hasn't had yet When he thinks he wants a closer look he gets out his little black telephone book (He's calling, calling, calling He's calling, calling, calling He's calling ,calling, calling He's calling)
"Come sit down here beside me, honey Let's have a little heart to heart Now look at me and tell me, darlin' how badly do you want this part? Are you willing to sacrifice? And are you willing to be real nice? All your talent and my good taste I'd hate to see it go to waste"
"We gon' get you an apartment, honey We gon' get you a car Yeah, we're gonna take care of you, darlin' We gon' make you a movie star For years I've seen 'em come and go" He says, "I've had 'em all, 'ya know I handled everything in my own way I made 'em what they are today"
After 'while nothin' was pretty After 'while everything got lost Still, his Jacuzzi runneth over Still he just couldn't get off He's just another power junky Just another silk scarf monkey You'd know it if you saw his stuff The man just isn't big enough
Chandelier Of Stars Composer(s): John Williamson Performer(s): John Williamson
When m' travellin' days are done Will you still be with me? When all the songs have been sung Standin' right beside me Watchin' the grandkids grow I've got everything but nothing without you
I've got mountains, I've got rivers I've got a chandelier of stars Got blossoms on the Bloodwoods Friends all 'round the country And a heart as good as new I've got everything but nothing without you
Too much time for thinking It's gonna drive me mad I walk along the river I watch a motel movie But lovers make me sad I've got everything but nothing without you
So when this life that binds me
Turns me loose Lets me rest on m' laurels Will you put y' head on m' shoulder And share the peaceful years I've got everything but nothing without you
Friggin' In The Riggin' (Traditional) Performer(s): The Sex Pistols; Showcase Showdown
There was a bunch of roadies And this here is their story A scurvy bunch of evil twits Who never say they're sorry
They've traveled cross the nations Fuckin' paid vacations We love the schism that they make They're here for the duration
Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do
The captains name is Rick Whose "Bozo-do" is slick He really thinks he knows it all He's just a Jersey hick
Wanking, cranking, Georgie He always finds an orgy He rubs his balls and picks his nose He's horny Georgie porgie
Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do
The kind of sleaze is Ring Polaroid's his thing He whipped it out, her teeth fell out And now it's in a sling
From LA we have Troy His fetish is Playboy A smelly trout, he'll eat it out Go wash your hands you're M.O.I.
Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do
John Tempesta is The Joker The Adams apple choker Sandra Bernhard is his twin He'd probably even poke her
The B-boy was John Rooney He was a fuckin' loony He does a rap, he thinks he's black He's soft like Gerry Cooney
Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do
Yo my name is Bill Dur, bouncing is my skill, duh Smoke ten packs and use my plaque Duh, with my breath I'll kill
Thursby is the lard ass The monitors are his task The sound they made when the band played Was like Ed Trunk with bad gas
Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do
The photobug is Ambo He'll fill up any hairy hole We'll blindfold you with dental floss You burnt out fuckin' bimbo
The bottom line is Z Oh please don't sit on me Go wipe your hemorrhoid ridden butt You 1960's hippie!
Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do
This here was the story About our fuckin' roadies A scurvy bunch of evil twits Who never say they're sorry They've traveled cross the nations Fuckin' paid vacations We love the schism that they make They're here for the duration
Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' Friggin' in the riggin' There was fuck all else to do
King Of Clowns ((French & German Versions: Je L'attends (Dalida); Hello Boy (Dalida)) Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
Here I come, the king of clowns As I hide behind this smile and paint the town Though I cry since you're gone You'll never know because the show must go on
I've been sad (I've been sad) I've been blue (I've been blue) Ever since the day that you found someone new (someone new) I pretend but you can't tell With my broken heart I play my part so well
Step aside, here I come, the king of clowns As I hide the lonely teardrops that come down I make believe with a smile But the king of clowns is crying all the while
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo Here comes the king of clowns Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo Here comes the king of clowns
There are tears (there are tears) you'll never see (never see) No you'll never see my tears and pity me (pity me) Though I'm hurt, still I'm proud Always laughing as I walk among the crowd
Step aside, here I come, the king of clowns As I hide the lonely teardrops that come down I make believe with a smile But the king of clowns is crying all the while
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo Here comes the king of clowns Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo Here comes the king of clowns
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo Tra-la-la-la-la-la-li-lo Here comes the king of clowns...
'Chand D'habits
Composer(s): Emil Stern - R. Alfred
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Orch. Emil Stern
Dis-moi, 'chand d'habits N'as-tu pas trouvé Parmi le lot de mes vieilles défroques Que, ce matin, je te vendis à regret 'Chand d'habits, parmi elles N'as-tu trouvé, tout en loques Triste, lamentable, déchiré Un douloureux cur abandonné? Rends-moi, je t'en prie, mon ami Cette chose meurtrie... C'est mon pauvre cur... j'en ai besoin... Crois-tu, mon vieux, que c'est bête! Quand tu est venu à mon appel Faire l'emplette Je croyais bien n'y pas tenir autant...
Quand tu partis chargé de ton triste fardeau Tout mon passé suivit, et je pleure... Je pleure mes soucis, mon enfance Mes chers amours qui ne sont plus que souvenance... Rends-moi mon pauvre cur Triste objet périmé... Revends-moi la joie qui m'a quittée... Dis! 'chand d'habits!... Cette pauvre chose, c'était pour l'oubli... C'est toute ma vie... Oui... Dis-moi, 'chand d'habits Parmi mes défroques N'as-tu pas trouvé mon pauvre cur en loques? ...
Friendship Train Composer(s): Barrett Strong; Norman Whitfield Performer(s): Gladys Knight & The Pips; and various other artists
Calling out to everyone across the nation Said the world is in a desperate situation Stealing, burning, fighting, killing Nothing but corruption It looks like mankind in on the eve of destruction Oh yes it is now people let me tell you now We've got to learn to live with each other No matter what the race, creed or color I just got to tell you what the world needs now Is love and understanding get aboard the friendship train Everybody shake a hand make a friend now Listen to us now, we're doing our thing On the friendship train
We've got to start today to make tomorrow A brighter day for our children Oh calm down people now we can do it I can prove it but only if our hearts are willing Now get aboard the friendship train Everybody, shake a hand, shake a hand Yes I'm talking about the friendship train It don't matter what you look like People or who you are If your heart is in the right place In the right place Talking about the right palce You're welcome aboard now
This train stands for justice This train stands for freedom This train stands for harmony and peace This train stands for love Come on get on the friendship train People listen to me now Harmony is the key my sisters and brothers Oh yes it is I say Harmony is the key my sisters and brothers People can't wait cause another day might be too late
Denver Composer(s): Randy Sparks Performer(s): The New Christy Minstrels
(Come on big mule!) I was drivin' a rig out o' Texas All loaded an' bound for Cheyenne Takin' my pleasures so freely Just a good lovin' ramblin' man
I had a way with the ladies Sweet Daddy was my middle name Till I got to a place they called Denver An' I ain't never been quite the same
I've been to Saint Louis an' Abilene I've rambled through many a town But I got me a woman in Denver, Lord That's where I'm settlin' down
Well, I kissed her an' swore that I loved her I told her some day she'd be mine Then I laughed all the way back to Texas Hah-hah, to think she'd believe that ol' line
Well, I got to pining for Denver It's funny how things come to be As I slipped the ring on her finger Well, I knew that the laugh was on me
I've been to Saint Louis an' Abilene I've rambled through many a town But I got me a woman in Denver, Lord That's where I'm settlin' down
Now all you young fellas take warning You single men, run for your life Be careful an' stay out o' Denver Or else you'll wind up with a wife
You'll walk down the street unsuspectin' An' you won't believe what you see 'Cause the prettiest girls live in Denver Lord, you'll wind up happy, like me
I've been to Saint Louis an' Abilene I've rambled through many a town But I got me a woman in Denver, Lord That's where I'm settlin' down
Got me a woman in Denver, Lord That's where I'm settlin' down
Friendship Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Judy Garland; and various other artists
If you're ever in a jam, here I am If you're ever in a mess, S-O-S If you ever feel so happy, you land in jail... I'm your bail It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship When other friendships have been forgot Ours will still be hot Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle dig, dig, dig
If you're ever up a tree, phone to me If you're ever down a well, ring my bell If you ever lose your teeth, and you're out to dine... borrow mine It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship When other friendships have been forgate Ours will still be great Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle, chuck, chuck, chuck
If they ever black your eyes, put me wise If they ever cook your goose, turn me loose If they ever put a bullet through your brain... I'll complain It's friendship, friendship, just a perfect blendship When other friendships have been forgit Ours will still be it Lah-dle-ah-dle-ah-dle, hep, hep, hep
