Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Wurlitzer Prize (I Don't Want To Get Over You)
The Wurlitzer Prize (I Don't Want To Get Over You) Composer(s): Chips Moman - Bobby Emmons Performer(s): Waylon Jennings
I'm not here to forget you, I'm here to recall The things we used to say and do I don't wanna get over you I don't wanna get over you
I haunt the same places we used to go Alone at a table for two I don't wanna get over you I don't wanna get over you
They oughta give me the Wurlitzer prize For all the silver I let slide down the slot Playin' those songs sung blue They help me remember you I don't want to get over you
A fresh roll of quarters, same old song Missin' you through and through I don't wanna get over you I don't wanna get over you
They oughta give me the Wurlitzer prize For all the silver I let slide down the slot Playin' those songs sung blue They help me remember you 'Cause I don't want to get over you I don't wanna get over you I don't wanna get over you
Jailer Bring Me Water ((French Version: Dis-Lui Que J'en Rêve (Johnny Hallyday) - 1964)) Composer(s): Bobby Darin First release by: Bobby Darin - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
Jailer, bring me water Jailer, bring me water Jailer, bring me water My throat is kind-a dry
Well, I never had me no money Never had me no money Never had me no money I aint that kind-a guy
Oh jailer, bring me water Jailer, bring me water Jailer, bring me water My throat is kind-a dry
Im gonna work til the good Lord calls me Be workin til the good Lord calls me Im gonna work until the good Lord calls me It'll be in the by and by
Oh jailer, bring me water Jailer, bring me water Jailer, bring me water My throat is kind-a dry
Now jailer, should ya see my baby Jailer, if ya see my baby Jailer, if ya see my baby Just tell her I said, "Good-bye"
Everybody singin...
Jailer... Jailer, bring me water Come on... jailer, bring me... Jailer, bring me water Come on... jailer, bring me... Jailer, bring me water Come on... jailer, bring me... My throat is kind-a dry
Ah... jailer, wont ya bring me some... Bring me water Jailer, wont ya bring me some... Bring me water Jailer, wont ya bring me water My throat is kind-a dry
Clair
Composer(s): Gilbert O'Sullivan
First release by: Gilbert O'Sullivan - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1973 - Clair (Finnish Version) (Fredi)
2003 - Claire (Tom Van Stiphout en Paul Poelmans)
The moment I met you, I swear I felt as if something, somewhere Had happened to me which I couldn't see And then, the moment I met you, again I knew in my heart that we were friends It had to be so it couldn't be no But try as hard as I might do I don't know why You get to me in a way I can't describe Words mean so little when you look up and smile I don't care what people say to me you're more than Oh, Clair Clair Clair If ever a moment so rare Was captured for all to compare That moment is you in all that you do But why in spite of our age difference do I cry Each time I leave you I feel I could die Nothing means more to me than hearing you say "I'm going to marry you Will you marry me? Oh hurray!" Oh, Clair Clair Clair I've told you before "Don't you dare!" "Get back into bed" "Can't you see that it's late" "No you can't have a drink" "Oh all right then but wait just a minute" While I, in an effort to babysit catch up on my breath What there is left of it You can be murder at this hour of the day But in the morning the sun will see my lifetime away Oh, Clair Clair Oh, Clair
Repose Beethoven ((aka Au Rythme Et Au Blues (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1964))
((Adapted from: Roll Over Beethoven (by Chuck Berry) - 1956))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1964
Avec tes cheveux longs Tombant le long de ton cou Tous les gens du grand monde Te traitent de voyou Repose Beethoven On t'aime malgré tout
Tu composais sans cesse Durant le jour et la nuit Tu chantais à tue-tête En buvant ton whisky Repose Beethoven Toi qui aimais la vie
Il y a longtemps maint'nant Que tu es parti Tu peux dormir tranquille D'ici personne ne t'oublie Repose Beethoven Malgré ce que l'on dit
Je t'ai connu un soir Où le cafard était venu me voir Dans le noir j'ai mis tous tes disques Et depuis je chante le blues jour et nuit Repose Beethoven Malgré ce que l'on dit
De tous temps Les filles furent folles de toi Maintenant c'est pire qu'avant Elles ne parlent que de toi Repose Beethoven Presley est jaloux de toi
Ta musique est profonde Ta musique a du cur Tu as conquis le monde En apportant le bonheur Repose Beethoven Dans ta dernière demeure
Repose Beethoven Repose Beethoven Repose Beethoven Dans ta dernière demeure
Want you to meet the family thats known as The Real McCoys From West Virginee they came to stay in sunny Californi-ay Thats Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and the boys of the family known as the Real McCoys Livin like good folks should live, as happy as kids with toys Ol Grand Pappy Amos is head of the clan, he roars like a lion, but hes gentle as a lamb His grandson Luke keeps beaming with joy, since he made miss Kate Missus Luke McCoy What a house keeper Kate is, shes doin what she enjoys No gal can beat her when it comes to looks, the same can be said about the way she cooks For Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and boys of the family known as the Real McCoys Sharing each others sorrows, enjoyin each others joys Like all other families they quarrel and fuss, but it aint never serious With Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and boys of the family known as the Real McCoys
Civilized Man
Composer(s): Richard Feldman - Pat Robinson
Performer(s): Joe Cocker
You made me need you
Need you so bad
Fool to believe you
You made me so mad
oh yeah
Double cross me once
never cross me again
And now you're runnin' round lookin' for some sympathy
When you know as well as I that we're history
You're lucky - I'm a civilized man
You're so lucky - I'm a civilized man
oh yeah
a civilized man
A poison arrow right from the start
Went down to zero
you went for my heart
oh yeah
Usin' hoodoo voodoo to start the fire again
Now you asked me to forget all you put me thru
When you know as well as I you got it comin' to you
Now you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
Using hoodoo voodoo to start the fire again
Now you're runnin' round lookin' for some sympathy
When you know as well as I that we are history
Oh
you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
Oh
you're lucky - I'm a civilized man...
You're so lucky - you've got a civilized man
You're so lucky - you've got a civilized man
Répondez-Moi! Composer(s): Joëlle Kopf; Michel Ansellem Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
Ceux qu'on emprisonne quand ils font d'autres choix et qu'on abandonne parce que chacun pour soi Évidemment ça nous dérange, mais le temps passe et rien ne change.
L'amour, à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi! Pourquoi toutes ces barrières entre vous et moi? Qui de nous saura faire le premier pas aller au rendez-vous ne pas dire pour une fois
L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi! Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi? S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça Je serais avant vous, avant vous au combat...
Les mains qui se tendent, les regards silencieux de ceux qui attendent qu'on les aime un peu mieux Évidemment ça nous dérange mais les trains passent et rien ne changent
L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi! Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi? S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça Je serais avant vous, avant vous au combat...
Toutes ces phrases en l'air et la nuit qui retombe Sue ceux qui espèrent que cesse la pluie des bombes évidemment ça nous dérange main le sang coule et rien ne change...
L'amour, à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi! Pourquoi toutes ces barrières entre vous et moi? Qui de nous saura faire le premier pas aller au rendez-vous ne pas dire pour une fois
L'amour à quoi ça sert, répondez-moi! Cette bouteille à la mer à vous ou à moi? S'il fallait faire la guerre pour changer ça Seriez-vous avec moi, avec moi au combat? Répondez-moi!
The Reach Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
It's Maine... And it's Autumn The birches have just begun turning It's life and it's dying The lobstermen's boats come returning With the catch of the day in their holds And the young boys cold and complaining The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining
It's father and son It's the way it's been done since the old days It's hauling by hand ten miles out From the land where their chow waits All the days get so lonely and long And seas grow so stormy and strong but The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along
And the morning will blow away As the waves crash and fall And the Reach like a siren sings As she beckons and calls As the coastline recedes from view And the seas swell and roll I will take from the Reach All that she has to teach To the depths of my soul
The wind brings a chill There's a frost on the sill in the morning It creeps through the door At the edge of the shore ice is forming Soon the northers will bluster and blow And the woods will be whitened with snowfall And the Reach will lie frozen For the lost and unchosen to row
And the morning will blow away As the waves crash and fall And the Reach like a siren sings As she beckons and calls As the coastline recedes from view And the seas swell and roll I will take from the Reach All that she has to teach To the depths of my soul
Civilization (Bongo, Bongo, Bongo)
Composer(s): Bob Hilliard - Carl Sigman
Performer(s): Danny Kaye & The Andrews Sisters
and multiple other artists
Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign He tells the native population that civilization is fine And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree That civilization is a thing for me to see
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clear That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What happens?) I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can get hurt that way Daniel?) At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see, Darling?) Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me
So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they do, Darling?) They swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year round
So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here
They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I'll stay where I "ahm" Civilization, I'll stay right here!
Répondez-Moi
((German Version: Antwortet Mir (by Nana Mouskouri))
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel; Chimène Badi
Je vis dans une maison sans balcon, sans toiture Où y a même pas d'abeilles sur les pots de confiture Y a même pas d'oiseaux, même pas la nature C'est même pas une maison J'ai laissé en passant quelques mots sur le mur Du couloir qui descend au parking des voitures Quelques mots pour les grands Même pas des injures Si quelqu'un les entend Répondez-moi Répondez-moi
Mon cur a peur d'être emmuré entre vos tours de glace Condamné au bruit des camions qui passent Lui qui rêvait de champs d'étoiles, de colliers de jonquilles Pour accrocher aux épaules des filles Mais le matin vous entraîne en courant vers vos habitudes Et le soir, votre forêt d'antennes est branchée sur la solitude Et que brille la lune pleine Que souffle le vent du sud Vous, vous n'entendez pas Et moi, je vois passer vos chiens superbes aux yeux de glace Portés sur des coussins que les maîtres embrassent Pour s'effleurer la main, il faut des mots de passe Pour s'effleurer la main Répondez-moi Répondez-moi
Mon cur a peur de s'enliser dans aussi peu d'espace Condamné au bruit des camions qui passent Lui qui rêvait de champs d'étoiles et de pluies de jonquilles Pour s'abriter aux épaules des filles Mais la dernière des fées cherche sa baguette magique Mon ami, le ruisseau dort dans une bouteille en plastique Les saisons se sont arrêtées aux pieds des arbres synthétiques Il n'y a plus que moi Et moi, je vis dans ma maison sans balcon, sans toiture Où y a même pas d'abeilles sur les pots de confiture Y a même pas d'oiseaux, même pas la nature C'est même pas une maison
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton Wah at the union hall Let's do the Ray Charles-ton It's a brand new call Come on come on baby Gonna have a ball Let's do the Ray Charles-ton And a do it right Let's do the Ray Charles-ton Oh puts you otta sight Hey come on come on baby Ray Charles-ton is here tonight Come on get it my baby [Kate] You've got what it takes To do the Ray Charles-ton Gonna do the Ray Charles-ton And a do it right Hey come on come on baby Ray Charles-ton is here tonight Come on baby [Kate] Come on shake that shake With a choopy chop, a choppy chop With a Boppety Bop, a boppety bop Come on come on baby Ray Charles-ton is here tonight Whow
You're the cutest thing I ever saw Your mommas gonna be my mother-in-law Yeoh
Let's do the Ray Charles-ton At the union hall Let's do the Ray Charles-ton Yeoh It's a brand new call Come on come on baby Gonna have a ball Hey come on a baby [Kate] Come on shake that shake With a choopy chop, a choppy chop With a Boppety Bop, a boppety bop Come on come on baby Ray Charles-ton is here tonight Let's go Ray Charles-ton is here tonight ough Bop Bop
Ciudades En Coma Composer(s): Miguel Mateos Performer(s): Miguel Mateos
La ciudad está partida en dos por las sirenas y los robocops son como alarmas que gimen de placer y los chicos salen de la discoteque y yo te busco nena yo te busco entre la multitud pero no hay nadie que responda ciudades en coma ciudades en coma
La ciudad de pronto enmudeció por el gas de nervios y la procesión todos los puentes que me llevaban a casa se incendiaron hoy, no podré volver nos veremos nena, bajo otro cielo bajo otro cielo encenderás mi fuego
Tiempo de amar a alguien ciudades en coma meterse dentro de alguien ciudades en coma Tiempo de amar a alguien ciudades en coma
Donde bailar cuando todo se acabe ser sobrevivientes o robots cobardes los hambrientos se han puesto en fila saquean la oficina de Naciones Unidas donde bailar cuando todo se acabe donde bailar cuando todo se acabe
y yo te busco nena yo te busco entre la multitud pero no hay nadie que responda
Tiempo de amar a alguien ciudades en coma meterse dentro de alguien ciudades en coma Tiempo de amar a alguien ciudades en coma meterse dentro de alguien ciudades en coma
Ciudad De Pobres Corazones
Composer(s): Fito Páez
Performer(s): Fito Páez
En esta puta ciudad Todo se incendia y se va Matan a pobres corazones En esta sucia ciudad No hay que seguir ni parar Ciudad de locos corazones
No quiero salir a fumar No quiero salir a la calle con vos No quiero empezar a pensar quién puso la yerba en el viejo cajón
Buen día lexotanil Buen día señora Buen día doctor Maldito sea tu amor Tu inmenso reino y tu ansiado dolor ¿Qué es lo que quieres de mí? ¿Qué es lo que quieres saber? No me verás arrodillado
Dicen que ya no soy yo Que estoy más loco que ayer Y matan a pobres corazones
Rare Ould Times Composer(s): Pete St. John Performer(s): The Dubliners and multiple other artists
Raised on songs and stories Heroes of renown The passing tales and glories That once was Dublin Town The hallowed halls and houses The haunting childrens rhymes That once was Dublin City In the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey As the light declines I remember Dublin City In the rare ould times
My name it is Sean Dempsey As Dublin as can be Born hard and late in Pimlico In a house that ceased to be By trade I was a cooper Lost out to redundancy Like my house that fell to progress My trades a memory And I courted Peggy Dignan As pretty as you please A rogue and child of Mary From the rebel Liberties I lost her to a student chap With skin as black as coal When he took her off to Birmingham She took away my soul
Ring a ring a rosey As the light declines I remember Dublin City In the rare ould times
The years have made me bitter The gargle's dimmed me brain 'Cause Dublin keeps on changing And nothing seems the same The Pillar and the Met. have gone The Royal long since pulled down As the grey unyielding concrete Makes a city of my town
Ring a ring a rosey As the light declines I remember Dublin City In the rare ould times
Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey I can no longer stay And watch the new glass cages That spring up along the Quay My mind's too full of memories Too old to hear new chimes I'm part of what was Dublin In the rare ould times
Ring a ring a rosey As the light declines I remember Dublin City In the rare ould times
River wind is icy Chills run through my bones Tides of life are ebbing out Between the cobblestones The streets are on fire With the burning sunrise And over the water I look in vain For love on someone's eyes
Oh city streets The stories that they tell Oh city streets They can be heaven they can be hell
Winter colored morning Gray and dirty brown Reflecting the mood I'm in Despair is all around. I long for sweet oblivion To make me from my pain Maybe bring me dreams of hope and faith So I can break this chain
Oh city streets The stories that they tell Oh city streets They can be heaven they can be hell
Lovers with their arms entwined Silhouettes against the light A warm bed is waiting as they head home After staying up all night For them the city is magic That's all they 've ever know I wish I could find the magic But I'm scared and I'm feeling so alone
Oh city streets The stories that they tell Oh city streets They can be heaven they can be hell
Oh city streets The stories they have known Oh city streets city streets city streets
Rentre Chez Toi Et Pleure Italian Titles: Meglio Per Te Se Piangi; Rifugiati Nel Pianto Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Rentre chez toi et pleure Moi j'ai tant pleuré pour toi J'en ai passé des heures A me tourmenter Sans pouvoir t'oublier
Laisse couler tes larmes Ton grand chagrin sur tes joues La vie a tant de charme Qu'elle effacera tout
Peines d'amour sont brèves Ce n'est qu'un mauvais rêve Dont tu t'éveilleras Crois-moi
Laisse crier ta peine Demain c'est un cri de joie Qui brisera tes chaînes Te ramenant vers moi
The Wreck Of The Edmund Fitzgerald Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot First release by: Gordon Lightfoot - 1976 Covered by multiple other artists
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship's bell rang Could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too T'was the witch of November come stealin' The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the Gales of November came slashin' When afternoon came it was freezin' rain In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin' Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya At Seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in, he said Fellas, it's been good t'know ya The captain wired in he had water comin' in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does any one know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searches all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay If they'd put fifteen more miles behind her They might have split up or they might have capsized May have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams The islands and bays are for sportsmen And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the Gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral The church bell chimed till it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call 'Gitche Gumee' Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early!
The Rapper Composer(s): Dominic Ierace First release by: The Jaggerz - 1970
Hey girl, I bet you There's someone out to get you You'll find him anywhere On a bus, in a bar, in a grocery store He'll say "Excuse me, haven't I seen you somewhere before?" Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after So, he starts his rappin' Hoping something will happen He'll say he needs you A companion, a girl he can talk to He's made up his mind He needs someone to sock it to Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after He's made an impression So he makes a suggestion "Come up to my place For some coffee or tea or me" He's got you where he wants you Girl, you've gotta face reality Rap, rap, rap, they call him the Rapper Rap, rap, rap, you know what he's after
