Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Don't you love the sound Of the last laugh my friend Don't you love the sound Of the last laugh at the end Down in the gutter with the mad old soldiers Down in the scuppers with the drunken sailors Down in the gutter with the mad old soldiers But the last laugh, baby is yours And don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down
Games you thought you'd learned You neither lost nor won Dreams have crashed and burned But you're still going on Out on the highway with the road gang working Up on the mountain with the cold wind blowing Out on the highway with the road gang working But the last laugh, baby is yours And don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down
They had you crying but you came up smiling They had you crawling and you came up flying They had you crying and you came up smiling And the last laugh, baby is yours And don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down Yeh don't you love the sound Of the last laugh going down
From The Candy Store On The Corner To The Chapel On The Hill
From The Candy Store On The Corner To The Chapel On The Hill Performer(s): Tony Bennett
From the candy store on the corner
to the chapel on the hill Two young lovers are longing to go there and they dream someday they will They dream someday they will, they dream someday they will Walk hand in hand from the candy store to the chapel on the hill Both their hearts are in tune with a love song Every promise they make they mean For true love is the treasure of treasures when you're only seventeen At seventeen it's a thrill to dream someday you will Walk hand in hand from the candy store to the chapel on the hill
The Last Kiss
Composer(s): David Cassidy - Alan Tarney
Performer(s): David Cassidy
There were times all along
That I thought I was catching on
Now I see it was only
Time catching up with me
As you stand at the door
I know I've never wanted you more
Ther's just one thing before you turn
And you walk out on me
If this is the last kiss
If this is the last touch
If this is the last time
I can ever be holding you
If this is the last embrace
I can never forget your face
If this is the last kiss
I'll get used to it
I'll get through this somehow, someway
I won't stand in your way
I won't even begin to say
That you never looked better
Never looked so good to me
Though I've asked this before
I won't ever ask anything more
Just close your eyes and
Please do this for me
And
If this is the last kiss
If this is the last touch
If this is the last time
I can ever be holding you
If this is the last embrace
I can never forget your face
If this is the last kiss
I'll get used to it
I'll get through this somehow, someway
If you ever meet another
And he's not what you're looking for
Then don't surrender 'cause you might discover
There's somebody somewhere who's waiting for you
Remember the last kiss
Just remember the last touch
Remember the last time
I will ever be holding you
Just remember the last embrace
I can never forget your face
If this is the last kiss
Can't get used to it, won't get used to it, no how no, no way
Never get used to it no way
Chanson De La Sorcière
Composer(s): Philippe Chatel
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy; Axelle Red
Je suis vêtue de robes noires Je ne peux vivre que le soir J'ai les ongles longs comme l'hiver Et je fais peur : je suis sorcière J'habite au château des fantômes La cruauté, c'est mon royaume De tous les diables de l'enfer Je suis la mère, je suis sorcière
Mais j'ai cassé tous mes alambics Pleins de ciguë, pleins d'arsenic J'attends le prince charmant J'attends le prince de sang Qui viendra un jour me délivrer, me sauver Je voudrais pour la première fois Aimer quelqu'un d'autre que moi
Tous mes poisons, mes sortilèges Un beau matin, m'ont pris au piège J'ai peur de tout ce que j'ai fait Du plaisir je passe au regret
Mais j'ai cassé tous mes alambics Pleins de ciguë, pleins d'arsenic J'attends le prince charmant J'attends le prince de sang Qui viendra un jour me délivrer, me sauver Je voudrais pour la première fois Aimer quelqu'un d'autre que moi
Mais pourquoi y a-t-il toujours la haine Je voudrais qu'on me le dise un jour "Sorcière, je t'aime" "Sorcière, je t'aime" Mais chaque soir dans mon décor J'ouvre le bal de mes remords Je suis la reine solitaire D'un pays de feu et de fer
Mais j'ai cassé tous mes alambics Pleins de ciguë, pleins d'arsenic J'attends le prince charmant J'attends le prince de sang Qui viendra un jour me délivrer, me sauver Je voudrais pour la première fois Aimer quelqu'un d'autre que moi
From The Bottom Of My Heart Composer(s): Morty Berk; Andy Gibson; Bill Hays; Harry James Performer(s): Frank Sinatra; and various other artists
From the bottom of my heart, I love you, what more can I say? From the bottom of my heart I miss you, you're part of my day My inspiration is you alone, to call my own, I love you, I love you From the bottom of my heart I want you, it's you I adore Every moment we're apart, I miss you, and darling what's more I'd be on my way to heaven if you say I love you from the bottom of my heart
We'd just finished our dinner and I'd gone in the den and turned on the TV When she walked in and kissed me on the cheek like a million times before And she said, "Honey, I know it's late but if you don't mind, my shopping's gotten a little behind So I think I'll drive downtown to the grocery store" Well, I didnt look up, just nodded 'okay' and asked her to hand me an ashtray And when she did, I reached over and squeezed her hand, and then she left And I shuddered a minute at the thought of my world without her in it And I reassuringly sought the touch of my wedding band
Well, I musta been dozing, 'cos I didn't hear the door And I thought now that's strange, I've never done that before But I looked up, and she was standing by my chair "Kinda snucked in on me" I said, and she smiled and nodded her head And I told her that she looked just like an angel standing there For a long moment she didn't say a thing And then she caressed her gold wedding ring And I thought I saw a teardrop in her eye "Honey, you'll never know how much I love you", she said And I thought of the many years that we had been wed As I told her that no one could be as happy as I
And then the strangest feeling filled the room Not one of happiness, but one of gloom And for the first time in my life, I saw sadness in her face I reached out to touch her, and she drew away And she told me again that ours was a love that time could never erase And then I thought I heard a thousand voices singing But I realized it was the telephone ringing And that's when I saw the halo surround her pretty golden hair I turned trembling to the receiver and heard a cold voice say there had been a wreck out on the highway And I knew that when I looked back she wouldn't be there Because it was an angel's way of saying our last goodbye
From The Bottom Of My Heart Composer(s): G. Cardini; Danni DiMinno Performer(s): Dean Martin; Jerry Vale
From the bottom of my heart, Dear I love you Even though you broke my heart I still love you What more can I say Since you went away I just couldn't hide my pride Truly dear, oh how I cried
From the bottom of my heart, Dear I miss you I would give my very soul Just to kiss you Please come back to me Hold me tenderly Take me in your heart again Be mine my love, forever
Dammi, dammi, dammi tanto amore Fammi, fammi, fammi questo favore Dolce come tu è la gioventù Primavera sei per me Vieni su fammi saper dammi, dammi solo un pò di speranza Un bacin da te per me è bastanza Ma se nel tuo cor' puoi trovar ancor Un pò piu d'amor, amor, Be mine, my love forever. (From the bottom of my heart)
The Last Game Of The Season ((aka The Blind Man In The Bleachers (Kenny Starr; Loyal Garner)) Performer(s): David Geddes
He's just the blind man in the bleachers to the local home town fans And he sits beneath the speakers, way back in the stands And he listens to the play by play, he's just waiting for one name He wants to hear his son get in the game
But the boy's just not a hero, he's strictly second team Though he runs each night for touchdowns in his father's sweetest dreams He's gonna be a star some day, though you might never tell But the blind man in the bleachers knows he will
And the last game of the season is a Friday night at home And no one knows the reason, but the blind man didn't come And his boy looks kinda nervous, sometimes turns around and stares Just as though he sees the old man sittin' there
The local boys are tryin' but they slowly lose their will Another player's down and out, he's carried from the field At halftime in the locker room the kid goes off alone And no one sees him talkin' on the phone
The game's already started when he gets back to the team And half the crowd can hear his coach yell "Where the hell you been?" "Just gettin' ready for the second half" is all he'll say "Cause now you're gonna let me in to play"
Without another word, he turns and runs into the game And through the silence on the field, loudspeakers call his name It'll make the local papers how the team came from behind When they saw him playin' his heart out to win
And when the game was over the coach asked him to tell What was it he was thinkin' of that made him play so well "You knew my dad was blind," he said, "Tonight he passed away" "It's the first time that my father's seen me play!"
Chanson Cri Composer(s): Georges Moustaki Performer(s): Georges Moustaki; Nemesis
Je veux que ma chanson soit comme un cri d'alarme Entre un air à la mode et un chanteur de charme Et même si je ne chante pas assez fort Qu'on veuille m'écouter trois minutes encore
Quand on entend parler de femmes que l'on viole Pour beaucoup d'entre nous, ça reste des paroles On discute, on s'indigne, on ferme le journal Puis on finit par trouver ça presque normal
Hier, j'ai rencontré l'une de ces victimes Pour la police, c'est affaire de routine Et pour les autres, ce n'est guère qu'une histoire Moi, j'ai vu la détresse au fond de son regard
J'ai lavé son corps couvert de sperme et de sang L'individu était presqu'un adolescent Très vite, il a fait ça sans amour ni plaisir Il paraît qu'il a pleuré avant de s'enfuir
Mon Dieu, qu'avons-nous fait pour en arriver là? Que faut-il faire pour arrêter tout cela? Ma tête se révolte et mon cur est meurtri Et j'ai eu mal pour elle et j'ai honte pour lui
Mais qui d'entre nous n'a jamais violé quelqu'un Pour ne parler que de ces petits viols mesquins Qui font partie de notre vie de tous les jours Et abreuvent de larmes notre soif d'amour?
La puissance, l'argent, la force et le mépris L'autorité du père et celle du mari La rigueur imbécile des fauteurs de l'ordre Qui crée les enragés qu'il empêche de mordre
Car ce sont nos enfants qu'on appelle la pègre Gauchistes blousons, noirs drogués et autres nègres Tous ceux qui, pour survivre, cherchent à rêver Ceux qui cherchent la plage au-dessous des pavés
Et si je viens chanter à la télévision Dans le cadre établi de la consommation Avec l'approbation du prince et de la cour Ne va pas croire que c'est pour faire un discours
Ce n'est pas non plus pour te convaincre ou te plaire Ou chanter les idées quoi sont déjà dans l'air Mais c'est pour demander un aujourd'hui meilleur En faisant simplement mon métier de chanteur
Je dis que le bateau prend l'eau de tous côtés Il est temps qu'on essaye de le colmater Victime ou criminel, les deux sont concernés Et s'il y a un coupable, on est tous condamnés
From Souvenirs To Souvenirs Composer(s): Alec R. Constandinos; S. Vlavianos Performer(s): Demis Roussos
A lonely room and empty chair Another day so hard to bear The things around me that I see remind me of The past and how it all used to be
From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live With days gone by when our hearts had all to give From souvenirs to more souvenirs I live With dreams you left behind I'll keep on turning in my mind
There'll never be another you No one will share the worlds we knew And now that loneliness has come to take your place I close my eyes and see your face
The Last Fallen Hero Composer(s): Charlie Daniels Performer(s): The Charlie Daniels Band
The cowards came by morning And attacked without a warning Leaving death and flames and chaos in our streets And in the middle of this fiery hell Brave heroes fell
In the skies of Pennsylvania On a plane bound for destruction With the devil and his angels at the wheel They never reached their target on the ground Brave heroes brought it down
This is a righteous cause So without doubt or pause I will do what my country asks of me Make any sacrifice We'll pay whatever price So the children of tomorrow can be free Lead on red, white and blue And we will follow you Until we win the final victory God help us do our best We will not slack nor rest Till the last fallen hero rests in peace
Oh the winds of war are blowing And there's no way of knowing Where this bloody path we're traveling will lead But we must follow to the end Or face it all again
Make no mistake about it, write it, sing it, talk it, shout it Across the mountains and the deserts and the seas The blood of innocence and shame Will not be shed in vain
This is a righteous cause So without doubt or pause I will do what my country asks of me Make any sacrifice We'll pay whatever price So the children of tomorrow can be free Lead on red, white and blue And we will follow you Until we win the final victory God help us do our best We will not slack nor rest Till the last fallen hero rests in peace
Je vais te faire une chanson bleue Pour que tu aies des rêves d'enfant Où tes nuits n'auront plus de tourments Alors, le jour, tu vas chanter Pour que les autres puissent espérer... Quand le monde l'aura appris Tu pourras quitter la vie Tu viendras chanter dans les cieux... ...Chanson Bleue...
Tu feras pleurer les anges En leur racontant tes souffrances Apporte dans tes mains trop jolies Ton cur, tes pleurs, et puis la vie... Quand Jésus est mort sur sa croix Il a souffert autant que toi Pardonne ta mère, et le Bon Dieu Et laisse sur la terre comme Dieu... ...Chanson Bleue...
Voilà ta mission terminée... Tes amis, tu vas les quitter... Caresse les cheveux des enfants Souris aux vieillards en passant Toi, tu n'as plus de lendemains Finis tes matins pleins de chagrin... Saint-Pierre, les anges, et le Bon Dieu Vont t'ouvrir les portes des cieux... ...Chanson Bleue...
From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come) Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Dave Edmunds; The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band; Bruce Springsteen
At 16, she quit high school, to make her fortune in the Promised Land She got a job behind the counter at an all-night hamburger stand She wrote faithfully home to Mama, "Now mama, don't you worry none From small things, Mama, big things one day come" It was late one Friday, he pulled in out of the dark He was tall and handsome First she took his order, then she took his heart They bought a house up on a hillside where little feet would soon run From small things, Mama, big things one day come Oh, but luck was fleeting It's sad but it's true When your heart is bleeding, you don't want to hear it abused She packed her bags and went to Wyoming with a real estate man She drove down to Tampa in an Eldorado Grand She wrote back, "Dear Mama, life is just heaven in the sun From small things, Mama, big things one day come" Well, she shot him dead on a sunny Florida road When they caught her, all she said was she couldn't stand the way he drove Back home, lonesome Johnny waits for his baby's parole He waits high on the hillside where the wide-open rivers roll At his feet and almost grown now, a blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son From small things, Mama, big things one day come From small things, Mama, big things one day come
The Last Cowboy Song Composer(s): Ed Bruce - Ron Peterson Performer(s): The Highwaymen and multiple other artists
All: This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost
Waylonn Jennings: He rides the feed lots, clerks in the markets On weekends sellin' tobacco and beer And his dreams of tomorrow, surrounded by fences But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here
Kris Kristofferson: He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark And eyeball to eyeball, old Wyatt backed down He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas And rode with the 7th when Custer went down
All: This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost
Willie Nelson: Remington showed us how he looked on canvas And Louis L'Amour has told us his tale Me and Johnny and Waylon and Kris sing about him And wish to God we could have ridden his trail
Johnny Cash: The old Chisolm trail is covered in concrete now They truck it to market in fifty foot rigs They roll by his markings and don't even notice Like living and dying was all he ever did
All: This is the last cowboy song The end of a hundred year waltz The voices sound sad as they're singin' along Another piece of America's lost
Changing Partners
Composer(s): Joe Darion - Larry Coleman
Performer(s): Patti Page
and multiple other artists
We were waltzin' together to a dreamy melody When they called out "Change partners" And you waltzed away from me Now my arms feel so empty as I gaze around the floor And I'll keep on changing partners Till I hold you once more
Though we danced for one moment and too soon we had to part In that wonderful moment somethin' happened to my heart So I'll keep changing partners till you're in my arms and then Oh, my darlin' I will never change partners again
Though we danced for one moment and too soon we had to part In that wonderful moment somethin' happened to my heart So I'll keep changing partners till you're in my arms and then Oh, my darlin' I will never change partners again
From Russia With Love Composer(s): Lionel Bart Performer(s): Matt Munro
From Russia with love, I fly to you Much wiser since my goodbye to you I've traveled the world to learn I must return from Russia with love
I've seen places, faces, and smiled for a moment But oh, you haunted me so Still my tongue tied, young pride Would not let my love for you show In case you'd say no
To Russia I flew, but there and then I suddenly knew you'd care again My running around is through I fly to you from Russia with love
The Last Cheater's Waltz Composer(s): Sonny Throckmorton Performer(s): Emmylou Harris and multiple other artists
She was going to pieces when he walked in the door She had to see him she can't wait no more Tonight she'll be with him no matter the cost As the band plays The Last Cheater's Waltz
And oooooooohh don't they play lonely Oooooooohh don't they play sad Oooooooohh three quarter only See how he holds her As the band plays The Last Cheater's Waltz
He tells her he loves her as the music plays on He tells he loves her but someone's at home The ball game's all over and she knows she's lost As the band plays The Last Cheater's Waltz
And oooooooohh don't they play lonely Oooooooohh don't they play sad Oooooooohh three quarter only See how he holds her As the band plays The Last Cheater's Waltz
Changing My Tune
Composer(s): Ira Gershwin - George Gershwin
Performer(s): Judy Garland
and multiple other artists
Castles were crumbling and daydreams were tumbling December was battling with June But on this bright afternoon Guess Ill be changing my tune Kept on despairing beyond any caring If I jumped out of a balloon But Im arranging from now To be changing my tune
At last the stars are bright and shiny Its a human world once more Yesterdays troubles are tiny What was I worried for?
Wanted a permit to make me a hermit To grumble and glare at the moon But Im arranging from now To be changing my tune
At last the stars are bright and shiny Its a human world once more Yesterdays troubles are tiny What was I worried for?
No more resentment, Im full of contentment Afloat on a dreamy lagoon And Im arranging from now To be changing my tune
