Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Chinese tell a story that's full of mystic glory of the Orient, a tale of wonderment by the temple walls, each night they burn a red, red lantern bright to their ancient warrior maid they pray
From English sire descended her blood with China blended eyes of Saxon blue, skin of yellow hue at the call of war's command her heart turned to her Motherland ever more they honor her and say
Shine on Red Lantern, through the gloomy night Over fields of white, Shine on Red Lantern over poppies bright, where she sleeps tonight While temple bells to the God of war is calling While thru the moonlight the yellow dragons crawling Come with sword in hand, save your China land Shine on Red Lantern, send your silver beams Over hills and streams Shine on Red Lantern till the morning gleams Wake her from her dreams Sound the tom tom till they come Beat the cymbal and the drum Shine on Red Lantern shine on
Clancy Lowered The Boom
Composer(s): Hy Heath - John Lange
Performer(s): Dennis Day
and multiple other artists
Now Clancy was a peaceful man If you know what I mean The cops picked up the pieces After Clancy left the scene He never looked for trouble That's a fact you can assume But never-the-less when trouble would press Clancy lowered the boom!
Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy Whenever they got his Irish up Clancy lowered the boom!
O'Leary was a fighting man They all knew he was tough He strutted 'round the neighborhood A-shootin' off his guff He picked a fight with Clancy Then and there he sealed his doom Before you could shout "O'Leary, look out!" Clancy lowered the boom!
Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy Whenever they got his Irish up Clancy lowered the boom!
O'Hollihan delivered ice To Misses Clancy's flat He'd always linger for a while To talk of this and that One day he kissed her Just as Clancy walked into the room Before you could say the time of day Clancy lowered the boom!
Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy Whenever they got his Irish up Clancy lowered the boom!
Sure it was the most beautiful sight you ever did see when Clancy Lowered The Boom
Requiem For An Angel Composer(s): Jorma Kaukonen Performer(s): Jorma Kaukonen
Wait for tomorrow, it'll be better than today Wait for tomorrow, child
and let it be the words that I say Well the sun's gonna shine, ain't gonna change my mind, no way! When that new day comes, I know I won't be seeing no grey Well everybody's trying to make me change my mind My friend's tell me I'm just wasting my time Well I don't care cause I'm living blind or crazy I wouldn't lose my mind, but all I can find is trouble Well, though the going gets rough, I just slide on by on the double And though that highway calls, I fly through the sky like a bubble Ah, when the new day comes I'll be feeling fine and traveling alone! Well everybody's trying to make me change my mind My friend's tell me I'm just wasting my time Well I don't care cause I'm living blind or crazy
The Real Truth Composer(s): Steve Lukather - Fee Waybill Performer(s): Steve Lukather
Disguise the emptiness, the disdain Late calls, long halls with words no one hears Reveals the loneliness and the years
Like going backwards in a revolving door I don't know which way's out anymore
I can't run from the real truth And not be living a lie You can't hide from the fate chasing you And watch it, from somebody else's eyes
Cold hearts, cruel thoughts can destroy the faith Just ask the sinner who fell from Grace But things change and strange days can turn a point of view Just time till eveyone gets their due
I may not save the world but I'll save myself Can't depend on somebody else
I can't run from the real truth And not be living a lie You can't hide from the fate chasing you And watch it, from somebody else's eyes
I can't run from the real truth And not be living a lie You can't hide from the fate chasing you And watch it
I can't run from the real truth And not be living a lie You can't hide from the fate chasing you And watch it, from somebody else's eyes
Clairette Et La Fourmi Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
J'étais pas l'amant de Clairette Mais son ami De jamais lui conter fleurette J'avais promis Un jour qu'on cardait ses chevrettes Aux champs, parmi L'herbe tendre et les pâquerettes Elle s'endormit L'herbe tendre et les pâquerettes Elle s'endormit
Durant son sommeil, indiscrète Une fourmi Se glissa dans sa collerette Quelle infamie! Moi, pour secourir la pauvrette Vite je mis Ma patte sur sa gorgerette Elle a blêmi Ma patte sur sa gorgerette Elle a blêmi
Crime de lèse-bergerette J'avais commis Par des gifles que rien n'arrête Je suis puni Et pas des gifles d'opérette Pas des demies J'en ai gardé belle lurette Le cou démis J'en ai gardé belle lurette Le cou démis
Quand j'ai tort, moi, qu'on me maltraite D'accord, admis! Mais quand j'ai rien fait, je regrette C'est pas permis Voilà qu'à partir je m'apprête Sans bonhomie C'est alors que la guillerette Prend l'air soumis C'est alors que la guillerette Prend l'air soumis
Elle dit, baissant les mirettes "C'est moi qui ai mis Au-dedans de ma collerette Cette fourmi" Les clés de ses beautés secrètes Ell' m'a remis Le ciel me tombe sur la crête Si l'on dormit Le ciel me tombe sur la crête Si l'on dormit
Je suis plus l'ami de Clairette Mais son promis Je ne lui contais pas fleurette Je m'y suis mis De jour en jour notre amourette Se raffermit Dieu protège les bergerettes Et les fourmis! Dieu protège les bergerettes Et les fourmis!
Ne Raccroche Pas ((Adapted from: Don't Hang Up (The Orlons) - 1962)) Composer(s): Dave Appell - Barry Mann - Ralph Bernet Performer(s): Sheila - 1963
Ne raccroche pas! No, no Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no
J'ai téléphoné vainement Chez toi depuis un long moment J'ai eu peur que tu n' rentres pas Ne raccroche pas Je suis heureuse d'entendre enfin ta voix
Ne raccroche pas! No, no Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no
Hier, lorsque l'on s'est quittés J'ai refusé d'être embrassée Mais je t'en prie, ne m'en veux pas Ne raccroche pas! Je serai plus gentille la prochaine fois
J'étais loin de penser Qu'à toi je rêverais Je ne suis plus une petite fille Non, ne ris pas au bout du fil
Ne raccroche pas! No, no Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no
Ne fais pas cette grosse voix J'ai là, tout à côté de moi, Le tout dernier disque du mois Ne raccroche pas Écoute-le pour voir s'il te plaira
Alors, c'est vrai? Vrai qu'il te plaît?
Ne raccroche pas! No, no Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no
Pour moi, c'est la première fois Que mon cur connaît cette joie Je t'en prie, ne me déçois pas Ne raccroche pas Dis-moi plutôt quand on se reverra
Ne raccroche pas! No, no Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no
Ne raccroche pas! No, no Laisse-moi te parler, ne raccroche pas! No, no
The Real Me Composer(s): Harlan Howard Performer(s): Jan Howard
All you ever see in me is the clown I'm just someone who's a lot of fun To have around And I'd lose you if I told you I love you desperately What a pity you'll never see The real me
You see, there's really two of me And one of me is lonely as can be But she hides when you're about And the other one, she comes out
But keep it light, keep it gay Don't let him know By look, word or action, how I feel Oh, I'd lose you if I told you I love you, so hopelessly What a pity you'll never see The real me
Rosalyn Composer(s): Jimmy Duncan; Bill Farley Performer(s): The Pretty Things; and various other artists
Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you've been Hey Rosalyn, tell me where you've been All the night and all the day Hide and seek's the game you play Treat me as sure as sin
Oh Rosalyn, yeah Rosalyn
Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me When I'm holding you so tight It's so hard to say goodnight It's you that I love now can't you see?
Do you really love me, do you love me true Do you really love me Rosalyn? Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know Yeah gotta know Rosalyn
Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me Hey Rosalyn, you're the girl for me When I'm holding you so tight It's so hard to say goodnight It's you that I love now can't you see?
Do you really love me, do you love me true Do you really love me Rosalyn? Yeah gotta know, yeah gotta know Yeah gotta know Rosalyn
Repose mon passé Repose ma jeunesse Au fond de ton abîme Sur le lit des regrets D'où jamais je le sais Tu ne reviendras plus J'ai cru te posséder Dans des instants d'ivresse Et je suis ta victime Victime qui te dit Adieu et puis merci Des joies que j'ai connues J'ai le coeur plein de rides La tristesse est en moi Et mes mains restent vides Puisque tu n'es plus là Repose mon passé Repose ma jeunesse Au fond de ma détresse Et tous les lendemains M'éloignent un peu plus De mes années perdues Et toi mon amour Toi que j'aimais tant Va sans t'inquiéter Sans te retourner Que le poids léger De tes vingt ans Soit ton seul fardeau Ton seul tourment
Repose mon passé Avec mes amours mortes Au creux de ma mémoire Sous le poids des tourments Alourdi par les ans Qui partent sans retour Mon coeur est une plaie Que rien ne réconforte Et ne pouvant plus croire Aux rêves d'avenir C'est dans le souvenir Que je cherche un secours Je n'ai plus rien au monde Puisque tu es partie Et dans mon coeur qui gronde Monte une voix qui dit: "Rendez-moi mon passé Rendez-moi ma jeunesse Et prenez tout le reste Mes trésors et mes biens Car je ne veux plus rien Rien d'autre que l'amour Non rien d'autre que l'amour"
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!