Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Charlie Brown "A Boy Named Charlie Brown" Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Un petit garçon comme Charlie À qui jamais rien ne réussit Ça s'casse la figure À tous les coins d'la ville Dieu que la vie est dure Pour Charlie
Mais ce petit garçon Qu'est Charlie Qui n'récolte jamais que des ennuis Et qui les prend pourtant Avec philosophie C'est l'image d'un enfant d'aujourd'hui
Moi-même j'étais comme Charlie Semblable à Charlie Brown Je grimpais à la corde de mon cerf-volant Afin d'mieux voir le firmament Mais voici que la corde casse et Charlie Seul dans l'herbe de la prairie Encore un peu plus triste que tout à l'heure Retient les larmes de Charlie Brown
Futura Composer(s): Lucio Dalla Performer(s): Lucio Dalla
Chissà chissà domani su che cosa metteremo le mani se si potrà contare ancora le onde del mare e alzare la testa non esser così seria, rimani i russi, i russi gli americani no lacrime non fermarti fino a domani sarà stato forse un tuono non mi meraviglio è una notte di fuoco dove sono le tue mani nascerà e non avrà paura nostro figlio e chissà come sarà lui domani su quali strade camminerà cosa avrà nelle sue mani.. le sue mani si muoverà e potrà volare nuoterà su una stella come sei bella e se è una femmina si chiamerà futura Il suo nome detto questa notte mette già paura sarà diversa bella come una stella sarai tu in miniatura ma non fermarti voglio ancora baciarti chiudi i tuoi occhi non voltarti indietro qui tutto il mondo sembra fatto di vetro e sta cadendo a pezzi come un vecchio presepio. Di più, muoviti più fretta di più, benedetta più su, nel silenzio tra le nuvole, più su che si arriva alla luna, si la luna ma non è bella come te questa luna è una sottana americana Allora su mettendoci di fianco, più su guida tu che sono stanco, più su in mezzo ai razzi e a un batticuore, più su son sicuro che c'e' il sole ma che sole è un cappello di ghiaccio questo sole è una catena di ferro senza amore, amore, amore, amore Lento lento adesso batte più lento ciao, come stai il tuo cuore lo sento i tuoi occhi così belli non li ho visti mai ma adesso non voltarti voglio ancora guardarti non girare la testa dove sono le tue mani aspettiamo che ritorni la luce di sentire una voce aspettiamo senza avere paura, domani
The Little House Upon The Hill Composer(s): Ballard MacDonald - Joe Goodwin - Harry Puck
I feel oh! so lonely tonight I feel all alone I'm just starving for a sight Of my old Kentucky home I can see my mother old and gray I can hear the whippoor will I can see a light for me In the window of the house upon the hill
I've seen many wonderful sights Wand'ring on my way But I've spent such lonesome nights And been weary thru the day I'm just longing for a mother's love And I know she longs for me Can't erase her loving face It's the sight of all sights I want to see
There's a light that's burning in the window Of a little house upon the hill And the light will burn And a heart will yearn And it always will till I return For there's only one mother I know she's waiting still And she'll always keep the light a burning in the window of the house upon the hill
Charlie Brown
((French Version: C'est Charlie Brown (Eddy Mitchell) - 1977))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller
First release by: The Coasters
Covered by multiple other artists - 1959
Fe fe fi fi fo fo fum I smell smoke in the auditorium Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
That's him on his knees, I know that's him From 7 come 11 down in the boys' gym Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
Who's always writing on the wall? Who's always goofin' in the hall? Who's always throwin' spit balls? Guess who! (Who, me?) Yeah, you!
Who walks in the classroom cool and slow? Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O? Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
Who walks in the classroom cool and slow? Who calls the English teacher Daddy-O? Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown He's a clown, that Charlie Brown He's gonna get caught, just you wait and see (Why's everybody always pickin' on me?)
Futari De Osake Wo Composer(s): M. Yamaji; M. Hirao Performer(s): Michiyo Azusa; Teresa Teng
Uramikko nashi de wakare masyou ne Sarari to mizu ni subete nagashite Shinpai shinai de hitorikkiri wa Kodomo no koro kara narete iru no yo Soredemo tamani sabishiku nattara Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne Nomi masyou ne
Itawari atte wakare masyou ne Kou natta nomo otagai no sei Anata to watashi wa nitamono doushi Ketten bakari ga medatsu futari yo Dochira ka kyu ni sabishiku nattara Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne Nomi masyou ne
Dounika narudesyo koko no machi no Dokoka de watashi wa ikite iku no yo Soredemo tamani sabishiku nattara Futari de osake wo nomi masyou ne Nomi masyou ne
That Little German Band Composer(s): Fred Fisher - Joe Goodwin - Joseph McCarthy Performer(s): Al Jolson; Groucho Marx
Beneath my window every morn I can hear a great big horn Oom pah-pah, oom pah-pah In the backyard playing they are I give them money when they play I give them more to go away They all stand in a ring They play the same old thing And when the leader pulls a string They drop their horns and sing
La, La, La, La, La Such a pretty melody La, La, La, La, La Like the birdies in the tree La, La, La, La, La Everybody sing with me
Oh that music is so grand From the little German Band Toot Toot Toot, Toot Toot Toot The bass horn fella is the best Now he can almost drown the rest They don't play something new They blow until they're blue And when you think there through They'll sing a line or two
La, La, La, La, La Such a pretty melody La, La, La, La, La Like the birdies in the tree La, La, La, La, La Everybody sing with us La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La La, La
Charlie & Fred
Composer(s): Allan Clarke - Tony Hicks - Graham Nash
Performer(s): The Hollies
He rides on his horse and cart, Charlie does working from six until nine Collecting old rags and used bicycles old iron of description of any kind
Here comes Charlie, Charlie the Ragman Throw out your old clothes for Charlie and Fred Earning a living off things we've discarded Earning enough for the board and the bed
You hear him shout "Rags and old iron" Everyone knows him that way Once a week, they come 'round calling How long it's been, I can't say
They live all alone in a hovel He puts his money away Taking enough to just live on and at the end of the day he's saving enough to put Fred out to graze
They live all alone in a hovel He puts his money away Taking enough to just live on and at the end of the day he's saving enough to put Fred out to graze
Has anyone seen Charlie lately? Charlie just ain't been around Everyone's seen Fred is grazing chewing the grass from the ground
Children say Charlie is happy giving balloons to the angels instead Where is Charlie, Charlie the Ragman? Don't throw your clothes out
Furthermore Composer(s): Ray Stevens Performer(s): Ray Stevens
Well, go away and leave me all alone and blue And never come back to me 'cause I'm through with you 'Cause baby, now that you have done me wrong it's plain to see That you no longer want to bother me I'm sick and tired of all your lying and your cheating And the way that you have been mistreating me And lemme tell you friend that you will never get the chance to break my heart again And furthermore Yes, furthermore And on top of that I don't love you anyway
Well, you told me that you'd always love me, treat me fair But lately, baby, seems like you don't even care about me anymore You closed the door on me And left me blue as I can be And I'm not gonna take it anymore And be your fool again, like I was before 'Cause baby this is it, I quit You can just forget that we ever met And furthermore Yes, furthermore And in addition to that I don't love you anyway
No, baby (baby) I don't love you anyway (love you anyway) At least (at least) At least that's what I say While (all the while) All the while, all the while I'm trying to hide (trying to hide) Tears, tears, tears That I feel deep inside
So, go away and leave me all alone and blue And never come back to me 'cause I'm through with you 'Cause baby, now that you have done me wrong it's plain to see That you no longer want to bother me I'm sick and tired of all your lying and your cheating And the way that you have been mistreating me And lemme tell you friend that you will never get the chance to break my heart again And furthermore Yes, furthermore And on top of that I don't love you anyway
The Little Boy And The Old Man Composer(s): Wayne Shanklin Performer(s): Frankie Laine & Jimmy Boyd
Old Man, Old Man is the world really round Tell me where in the world can a bluebird be found Tell me why is the sky up above so blue And when you were a boy did you cry like I do
What becomes of the sun when it falls in the sea And who lights it again so that we can see Tell me why can't I fly without wings when I try I just can't understand why you're crying old man
Little boy, little boy yes its true the world is round But I never did find where a bluebird is found And the sky is so blue just because of love May your sky always be like the blue sky above
And the sun only seems to fall into the sea If the sun always shone how could moonlight be Little boy you can't fly, you might fall... and I... Well good bye little boy, goodbye
Charlie
Composer(s): Trevor Rabin - Patrick Van Blerk
Performer(s): Rabbitt
Loving you is easy Such a beautiful thing to do And though at times you hurt me I buzz each night on you Oh! What times we've had together What crazy things we've done Enough to fill my memory And keep me loving Charlie Charlie
As dogs go you're groovy Not as predictable as some But you're not as paranoid as Lady Marmalade And really much more fun
Hell! At times I get so mad When you buzz on someone new It's not that you don't love me It's not that I'm too selfish to consider sharing Charlie Charlie
You've filled my head with new ideas And filled my heart with sun So I'd like to take this time right now To thank you for what you've done
You and Lady Marmalade Are everything I need The two of you and the music Deep inside of me
And watching you sleep Side by side Makes me breathe Gratefully I love you Charlie Charlie
Further On (Up The Road) Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen Performer(s): Bruce Springsteen; Johnny Cash
Where the road is dark And the seed is sewn Where the gun is cocked And the bullet's cold Where the miles are marked in blood and gold I'll meet you further on up the road
Got on my dead man's suit And my smilin' skull ring My lucky graveyard boots And a song to sing I got a song to sing, keep me out of the cold And I'll meet you further on up the road
Further on up the road Further on up the road Where the way is dark And the night is cold But one sunny morning we'll rise, I know And I'll meet you further on up the road
Well I been out in the desert Was doin' my time Searching through the dust Looking for a sign If there's a light up ahead Well, buddy, I don't know But I got this fever Burning in my soul So let's take the good times as they come And I'll meet you further on up the road
Further on up the road Further on up the road Where the way is dark And the night is cold One sunny morning we'll rise, I know And I'll meet you further on up the road One sunny morning we'll rise, I know And I'll meet you further on up the road Yeah I'll meet you further on up the road Well I'll meet you further on up the road
Charley, My Boy
Composer(s): Ted Fiorito - Gus Kahn
Performer(s): Eddie Cantor
and multiple other artists
Charley is an ordinary fellow To most everyone but FLo, his Flo She's convinced that Charley Is a very extraordinary beau, some beau And everything in the dim light She has a way of putting him right
Charley by boy, oh Charley my boy You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy You've got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance Whole pages and ages of love and romance They tell me that Romeo was some lover too But boy he should have taken lessons from you You seem to start where others get through Oh Charley, my boy
Charley, my boy, oh Charley, my boy You thrill me, you kill me with shiver of joy You've got the kind of, sort of, wonderful ways That makes me, takes me, tell me what shall I say?
When we dance I read in your glance Whole pages and ages of love and romance They tell me that Romeo was some lover too But boy he should have taken lessons from you You seem to start where others get through Oh Charley, my boy
And when we dance, I read in your glance Just oodles and noodles of love and romance I have a millionarie proposing to me I think I'll marry him, though he's eighty-three Think what wealthy widow I'll be Oh Charley, my boy
Furry Sings The Blues Composer(s): Joni Mitchell Performer(s): Joni Mitchell; The Band; Ian Shaw; Holly Shelton
Old Beale Street is coming down Sweeties' Snack Bar, boarded up now And Egles The Tailor and the Shine Boy's gone Faded out with ragtime blues Handy's cast in bronze And he's standing in a little park With a trumpet in his hand Like he's listening back to the good old bands And the click of high heeled shoes Old Furry sings the blues Propped up in his bed With his dentures and his leg removed And Ginny's there For her kindness and Furry's beer She's the old man's angel overseer
Pawn shops glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy Blue and silver sparkling drums Cheap guitars, eye shades and guns Aimed at the hot blood of being no one Down and out in Memphis Tennessee Old Furry sings the blues You bring him smoke and drink and he'll play for you lt's mostly muttering now and sideshow spiel But there was one song he played I could really feel
There's a double bill murder at the New Daisy The old girl's silent across the street She's silent - waiting for the wrecker's beat Silent - staring ar her stolen name Diamond boys and satin dolls Bourbon laughter- ghosts - history falls To parking lots and shopping malls As they tear down old Beale Street Old Furry sings the blues He points a bony finger at you and "I don't like you" Everybody laughs as if it's the old man's standard joke But it's true We're only welcome for our drink and smoke
W.C. Handy I'm rich and I'm fay And I'm not familiar with what you played But I get such strong impressions of your hey day Looking up and down old Beale Street Ghosts of the darktown society Come right out of the bricks at me Like it's a Saturday night They're in their finery Dancing it up and making deals Furry sings the blues Why should I expect that old guy to give it to me true Fallen to hard luck And time and other thieves While our limo is shining on his shanty street Old Furry sings the blues
The Lion's Share Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Grand slam Your moment's at hand The day holds a costly bargain Lost lamb Asking the lion's share Homespun A prodigal son Comes begging a humble pardon But no one Rises to hear his prayer... Lone star You've wandered so far And long in the unfamiliar That now you Travel a map unknown Starbright A constant delight To those in the dark And still your Birthright's To shine in the night -- alone Living in the shadows Of the things that might have been Torn between the blessing and the curse You may stop the hunger But you'll never slake the thirst For the nectar you remember But you'll never taste again... Nonesuch Your Midas' touch Has gilded your heart And left you So much Playing the prince of clowns Hell-bent Empty and spent Just look what your gamble's got you Exile Far from the sacred grounds... Living in the shadows Of the things that might have been Torn between the blessing and the curse You may stop the hunger But you'll never slake the thirst For the nectar you remember But you'll never taste again Grand slam Your moment's at hand The day holds a costly bargain Lost lamb Asking the lion's share
Charleston Des Déménageurs De Piano
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Alain Goraguer et son Orch.
C'est nous les déménageurs de pianos Des Steinway, des Pleyel et des Gaveau Du tintement des pourboires économiques Nous on connaît la musique Pour ce qui est du reste ça c'est pas nos oignons Artistes, nous on ne l'est pas pour deux ronds Quand la musique vous a brisé les reins Y a pas de charleston qui tient
Pour nous prendre aux tripes Faut se lever de bonne heure Dire qu'il y a des types Qui sur c't'engin d'malheur Arrivent à faire croire à tous les ballots Que la vie c'est comme au piano
D'l'amour ils en font tout un cinéma À les écouter, de vrai, y aurait que ça Qu'est-ce qui resterait pour les déménageurs Qu'en ont des tonnes sur le cur Il nous resterait qu'à nous noircir sur le zinc Mais là encore faut se farcir le bastringue Il se trouve toujours parmi nous un tocard Pour y glisser ses pourboires
Pour tous les faire taire Y a vraiment qu'une façon Les envoyer faire Un p'tit tour au charbon Sur le piano massacre d'la réalité Ils toucheraient du doigt la purée
C'est nous les déménageurs de pianos Des Steinway, des Pleyel et des Gaveau Du tintement des pourboires économiques Nous on connaît la musique Au fond, à quoi qu'ça sert de discuter Comme l'a dit l'autre "à chacun son métier" Tirer sur l'pianiste c'est pas not' boulot Nous on tire sur le piano Nous on tire sur le piano
Funny Little Man Composer(s): James Seals; Dash Crofts Performer(s): Seals & Crofts
See the funny little man
huffing and puffing and digging the sand In his search for something to build, perhaps a church on the side of a hill Little does he know that he's working in vain When rain comes the hill will come sliding down and will not hold
See the funny little man, running and hiding and flailing his hands Asking himself what could have gone wrong, for he has worked hard the whole day long
See the funny little man, small in his size when compared to the land When will he grow up, can time wait until The funny little man can see beyond the hill
Mbube Composer(s): Solomon Linda First release by: Solomon Linda's Original Evening Birds - 1939 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1952 - Wimoweh (The Weavers) 1961 - The Lion Sleeps Tonight (The Tokens) 1961 - Oek'ndana (De Strangers) 1962 - Le Lion Est Mort Ce Soir (Henri Salvador) 1975 - Wimmersvej (Bamses Venner)
(Lead vocal repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) Uyimbube Uyimbube Mama We
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) He! He! He! He! Uyimbube Mama
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) We We We We We We Uyimbube Uyimbube
(Multiple voice lead repeats the following against another three repeats of the chorus above) Kusukela Kudala Kuloku Kuthiwa Uyimbube Uyimbube Mama
(Some of the choruses above are then repeated)
Every Morning You Bring Us Good Luck Yes! Good Luck
Lion You're A Lion You're A Lion You're A Lion (repeat 2 times)
(lead vocal repeats the following against an additional two repeats of the chorus above) You're A Lion You're A Lion, Mama!
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! You're A Lion, Mama
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another two repeats of the chorus above) Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh You're A Lion You're A Lion
(multiple voice lead repeats the following against another three repeats of the chorus above) Long, Long Ago People Used To Say You're A Lion You're A Lion, Mama
Charleston Alley
Composer(s): Horace Henderson - Jon Hendricks - Leroy Kirkland
Performer(s): Lambert, Hendricks & Ross
and multiple other artists
On the avenue, you may be havin' you a solid ball, but it ain't no ball at all compared to the kicks when you dally in Charleston Alley
Maybe it don't look so hot, but believe me, it's the spot where you can sure let your hair down Everything's right And you can boogy all night
Say, man Charleston Alley is the play, man you can rally every cool cat on the avenue And they'll say it's true, if you're feelin' blue, this is the place for you
No goof and that's the truth
I dig Charleston Alley, and I'm here t' tell ya pally It's a place where life is real I'm tellin' you I never found a better deal We know just how you feel
Ribs and pigs feet, the tastiest meat that you ever did eat And a good piano player- a plinkin' an plunkin' an playin' them blues I doubt if you'll ever be gayer
We know- (Tell us about what you know) Where to play- (Tell us about where to go) And we'll show- (You don't know what time it takes) You the way (Lookin' for what shakes)
Well let me tell you that if you've come to dally Dig this crazy alley And we know it's where you're goin' to move And this is not an idle boast
Of all the many crazy alleys that we've went- Hilltop, O'Mally's None a' them could quite compare with red hot Charleston Alley When you're rockin' and you're rollin' to the rythym of the solid beat You're gonna have t' stomp your feet And you're sure to hang around Wiggin' an' diggin' the sounds
So dig this vocal travelogue that we're singin' everyone 'bout that circle by the dark sun Charleston Alley is the place to be
We get our kicks from hicks who hurry and take in the great white way We'll pick the Alley any day Charleston Alley is the place for me
Better get up if you're takin' a trip take a tip
On the avenue, you may be havin' you a solid ball, but it ain't no ball at all compared to the kicks you get from Charleston Alley If you should make the trip I'm pretty sure you'ld really flip So let your cares be, and baby make it down with me... to Charleston Alley
