Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Roof Is Leaking Composer(s): Phil Collins Performer(s): Phil Collins; The Matthew Show
The roof is leaking and the wind is howling Kids are crying 'cause the sheets are so cold I woke this morning found my hands were frozen I've tried to fix the fire, but you know the damn thing's too old
It's been months now, since we heard from our Mary I wonder if she ever made the coast She and her young man, they both moved out there But I sure hope they write, just to let us know
And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute My wife's expecting, but I hope she can wait 'Cause this winter looks like it's gonna be another bad one But Spring will soon be here, Oh God I hope it's not late
Ma and Pa lived here, and theirs before them
Tried their hardest to make it a home Seems so long now since they passed over Hope my children will try to make it their own
The roof is leaking and the wind is howling Kids are crying, 'cause the sheets are so cold I woke this morning found my hands were frozen I've tried to fix the fire, but you know the damn thing's too old
And me, I'm getting stronger by the minute My wife's expecting, but I hope she can wait 'Cause this winter looks like it's gonna be another bad one But Spring will soon be here Oh God I hope it's not late
Close The Door Composer(s): Joe Tex Performer(s): Joe Tex
Baby now I've got to go and leave you But I'll be back Hey hey hey Close your door Now I trust you to be a good baby You know how to act Hey hey hey Close your door
But it's your so-called friends Especially the men That I don't trust at all So keep your friends outdoors Keep both doors closed Because nobody knows who comes and goes When the doors ain't closed Hey hey hey Close your door
I don't mind you and your girlfriends Playing some cards Hey hey hey Close your door Just as long as you play cards Out in the yard Hey hey hey Close your door
Now you can even fix lunch And bore the whole bunch And make them feel at home But keep your friends outdoors Keep both doors closed Because nobody knows who comes and goes When the doors ain't closed Hey hey hey Close your door
Yeah, the next house ideal Won't have but one latch Hey hey hey Close your door So the way that you go in That's the way you come out Hey hey hey Close your door
Now, it's such a shame We have no window pane And one door is bad enough So, keep that one door closed And keep our friends outdoors `Cause nobody knows who comes and goes When the doors ain't closed Hey hey hey Close your door Alright
Hey hey hey Close your door Hey hey hey Close your door Hey hey hey Close your door ...
Retour Composer(s): J. Heyne; G. Masset Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Tu retournes au pays, camarade Et la paix va renaître pour toi Laisse-là ton fusil, tes grenades On t'espère en te tendant les bras Pense à nous, qui restons à la guerre Les soirs calmes où ton cur aimera Et va dire à mon père, à ma mère Qu'à Noël, peut-être, on reviendra...
Ne leur dit rien du front Ne parle pas du feu Et mens quand il faudra mentir Dis-leur que nous chantions Quand tu as dû partir En buvant tous le verre d'adieu
Tu retournes au pays, camarade Et la paix va renaître pour toi Laisse-là ton fusil, tes grenades On t'espère en te tendant les bras Pense à nous, qui restons à la guerre Les soirs calmes où ton cur aimera Et va dire à mon père, à ma mère Qu'à Noël, peut-être, on reviendra...
The Roof Comes Tumbling Down Performer(s): The Riverboys
Well I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad The roof comes tumbling down Yeah I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad The roof comes tumbling down 'Cause you see me baby when I get home I take it out on you You wind me up, my hands come up and bang! Your head is too I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad The roof comes tumbling down I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad The roof comes tumbling down (Oh, Rock!)
Well I love you baby, but you hate me You know that's what you said You wind me up, my hand comes up and bang! Your gonna end up dead I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad The roof comes tumbling down I'm a bip-bop daddy, when I get mad The roof comes tumbling down
Close friends Ahh, ahh I hope that you don't tell Close friends Ahh, ahh I think we're doing well
I love you darling More than I can say I need you darling Every minute of the day I'm sorry now For the things I didn't do But must we spend our lives Just being close friends
Ahh, ahh I ask you not to say Ahh, ahh Don't think of us that way
So baby, please come back To me, someday You went away You left me all alone and blue You won't believe this But I'm still in love with you
I'm sorry now For the things I didn't do Or must we spend our lives Just being close friends
Retour Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Pierre Roche Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Les Compagnons de la Chanson; Pierre Roche
Des lacs, des plaines Des montagnes, des bois Mes souvenirs m'entraînent Sous le ciel de chez moi Jeunesse heureuse Qui par les jours d'hiver Sur les pentes neigeuses Va glisser au grand air Tout cela me hante Me ramène un instant sous mon toit Mes rêves chantent Les refrains que l'on chantait chez moi Mon coeur espère Malgré moi je souris Bonjour ma mère Je reviens au pays
Je suis parti de ville en ville Par les sentiers, par les chemins Vers le hasard de mon destin Fragile L'air était plein de souvenirs Je n'ai gardé que souvenirs
Des lacs, des plaines Des montagnes, des bois Mes souvenirs m'entraînent Sous le ciel de chez moi Jeunesse heureuse Qui par les jours d'hiver Sur les pentes neigeuses Va glisser au grand air Tout cela me hante Me ramène un instant sous mon toit Mes rêves chantent Les refrains que l'on chantait chez moi Mon coeur espère Malgré moi je souris Bonjour ma mère Je reviens au pays
Close Every Door Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber; Tim Rice Performer(s): Tim Rice
Close every door to me Hide all the world from me Bar all the windows and shut out the light Do what you want with me Hate me and laugh at me Darken my daytime and torture my night
If my life were important I Would ask will I live or die But I know the answers lie far from this world
Close every door to me Keep those I love from me Children of Israel are never alone For I know I shall find My own peace of mind For I have been promised a land of my own
Just give me a number Instead of my name Forget all about me and let me decay I do not matter I'm only one person Destroy me completely then throw me away
If my life were important I Would ask will I live or die But I know the answers lie far from this world Close every door to me Keep those I love from me Children of Israel are never alone
For we know we shall find Our own peace of mind For we have been promised a land of our own
Retouches À Un Roman D'Amour De Quatre Sous Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Madame, même à quatre sous Notre vieux roman d'amour sou- ffrirait certes quelque mévente Il fut minable. Permettez Que je farde la vérité La réinvente {2x}
On se rencontra dans un car Nous menant en triomphe au quart Une nuit de rafle à Pigalle Je préfère affirmer, sang bleu! Que l'on nous présenta chez le Prince de Galles {2x}
Oublions l'hôtel mal famé L'hôtel borgne où l'on s'est aimés Taisons-le, j'aurais bonne mine Il me paraît plus transcendant De situer nos ébats dans Une chaumine {2x}
Les anges volèrent bien bas Leurs soupirs ne passèrent pas L'entresol, le rez-de-chaussée Forçons la note et rehaussons Très au-delà du mur du son Leur odyssée {2x}
Ne laissons pas, quelle pitié! Notre lune de miel quartier De la zone Je préconise Qu'on l'ait vécue en Italie Sous le beau ciel de Napoli Ou de Venise {2x}
Un jour votre cur se lassa Et vous partîtes - passons ça Sous silence - en claquant la porte Marguerite, soyons décents Racontons plutôt qu'en toussant Vous êtes morte {2x}
Deux années après, montre en main Je me consolais, c'est humain Avec une de vos semblables Je joue, ça fait un effet buf Le veuf toujours en deuil, le veuf Inconsolable {2x}
C'est la revanche du vaincu C'est la revanche du cocu D'agir ainsi dès qu'il évoque Son histoire: autant qu'il le peut Iltâche de la rendre un peu Moins équivoque {2x}
The Rodeo Song Composer(s): Gaye DeLorme Performer(s): Garry Lee & Showdown; Bird & MacDonald; Trailor Trash
Well it's forty below and I don't give a fuck Got a heater in my truck and I'm off to the rodeo And it's Allemande left and Allemande right Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right Get off stage ya goddam goof, ya know
Ya piss me off, ya fuckin' jerk, get on my nerves
Well here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand He's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo And it's Allemande left and Allemande right Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right Get off stage ya goddam goof, ya know
Ya piss me off, fuckin' jerk, get on my nerves
Well it's forty below and I ain't got a truck And I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm off to the rodeo It's Allemande left and Allemande right Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right Get off stage ya goddam goof, ya know
Ya piss me off, ya fuckin' jerk, get on my nerves
Well here comes Johnny with his pecker in his hand He's a one ball man and he's off to the rodeo And it's Allemande left and Allemande right Come on ya fuckin' dummy get your right step right Get off stage ya goddam goof, ya know
Close Enough For Love Composer(s): Jack Bruce Performer(s): Jack Bruce
Close enough Close enough for love Will the pieces flow together Close enough Fitted like a glove People can be friends and lovers Spending the time Feelin' that I'm Living outside love Without love Nothing can grow
Close enough Close enough for love Play the changes through together Feel it love Growing my heart Watch the fire start To burn love
Spending the time Feelin' that I'm Living without love Without love Nothing tastes right Without love Without love
Close enough Close enough for love When push comes to shove you find love Close enough Close enough for love People can be friends and lovers
Retirada Composer(s): José Alfredo Jiménez Performer(s): Javier Solis; and various other artists
La distancia entre los dos es cada día más grande de tu amor y de mi amor no está quedando nada sin embargo el corazón no quiere resignarse a escuchar el triste adiós que sea tu retirada
Cuando te hayas ido ya pedazo de mi vida si aguanté la soledad recuérdame un poquito porque yo te supe amar derecho y sin mentiras y te voy a recordar por Dios que muy bonito
Déjame algo de recuerdo una lágrima y un beso y un cachito de tu pelo de mí no te lleves nada porque ya lo tienes todo yo soy tuyo solo tuyo
La distancia entre los dos es cada día más grande de tu amor y de mi amor no está quedando nada sin embargo el corazón no quiere resignarse a escuchar el triste adiós que sea tu retirada
The Rock Of Gibraltar Composer(s): Terry Gilkyson Performer(s): Frankie Laine
(Gibraltar is standing alone)
That's why they call me the rock of Gibraltar That's why they say my heart is made of stone So don't you try to lead me to the altar Because Gibraltar is standing alone
(Gibraltar is standing alone)
I've travelled all over from city light to clover I'm selling brushes door to door The ladies know me well they're buying what I sell But I never let `em ask for any more And I never put my toes in a door that might be closin' I try to use my winning ways But when I know for certain the lady is a-flirtin' I tell her I'll be back in thirty days
(That's why they call me the rock of Gibraltar That's why they say my heart is made of stone) So don't you try to lead me to the altar Because Gibraltar is standing alone
(Yes, Gibraltar is standing alone)
Now when a lady rushes I sell her two more brushes And then I leaver her at the door I'm always thinking of the freedom that I love `Cos I'm a man of freedom to the core So it's not that I am choosy with Isabel or Susie I just like to lead a happy life Give me women, wine and song, then I know I can't go wrong Until I take a woman for a wife
That's why they call me the rock of Gibraltar That's why they say my heart is made of stone So don't you try to lead me to the altar Because Gibraltar is standing alone
(Yes, Gibraltar is standing alone)
So it happened one morning without any warning I knew that I had met my doom She was pretty, she was sweet, she swept me off my feet She didn't even have to buy a broom
They used to call me the rock of Gibraltar And now they say my heart is made of clay But after she had led me to the altar Then old Gibraltar crumbled away
Close Enough Composer(s): Robbie Buchanan; John Lang Performer(s): Robbie Buchanan; Laura Branigan
I've been waiting all of my life For you, stranger, you are a light The light that shines in me The one who holds the key to my love forever
Close enough We're close enough to fall in love We're close enough Close enough to make it last Now there's no turning back We'll do it together We're close enough
Open arms reach out to my soul Hold me closer, in from the cold And now the time has come To keep the love we found here forever
Close enough We're close enough to fall in love We're close enough Close enough to make it last Now there's no turning back We'll do it together
And now, now the time has come To keep the love we found just close enough We're close enough to fall in love We're close enough Close enough to make it last Now there's no turning back We'll do it together
Close enough We're close enough to fall in love We're close enough Close enough to make it last Now there's no turning back We do it together
We're close enough to fall in love We're close enough Close enough to make it last Now there's no turning back We'll do it together
Close enough We're close enough to fall in love We're close enough Close enough to make it last Now there's no turning back We'll do ...
Recordaron sus labios La diferencia Del gusto del café "El mundo es uno solo Y las nostalgias Espejismo nomás" Se clavó su mirada En la leyenda Que ordenaba en francés "Mis pies sobre la ruta Mi pensamiento Vuela universal" El viento lo entonaba Y se acordaba De un saludo cordial
La música inmigrante Le preparaba Un encuentro casual Y así como venía Le dió de punta A una pelota fugaz Flotaba aún la idea Contradiciendo El sentido común De corte sensiblero Palabra seria Ritmo trascendental Era una retirada Que al despedirse Quiere regresar
"...Se va se va la murga Aunque ya nunca Pueda decir adiós Y a la gentil barriada Va dedicada Nuestra humilde canción..." "Mis pies sobre la ruta Los sentimientos Señalan al Sur" "El rumbo es uno solo Y las nostalgias Nos ayudan a andar" Era una retirada Que al despedirse Quiere regresar
"...Se va se va la murga Aunque ya nunca Pueda decir adiós..."
The Roast Beef Of Old England Composer(s): Richard Leveridge
When Mighty Roast Beef was the Englishman's Food It ennobl'd our veins and enriched our Blood Our Soldiers were Brave and our Courtiers were Good Oh! The Roast Beef of Old England And Old English Roast Beef
But since we have learned from all vapouring France To eat their Ragouts, as well as to Dance We are fed up with nothing but vain Complaisance Oh! The Roast Beef...
Our Fathers, of old, were Robust, Stout and Strong And kept open House, with good cheer all day long Which made their plump Tenants rejoyce in this Song Oh! The Roast Beef...
But now we are dwindled, to what shall I name A sneaking poor Race, half begotten ... and Tame Who Sully those Honours that once shone in Fame Oh! The Roast Beef...
When good Queen Elizabeth sate on the throne E'er Coffee and Tea and such slip-slops were known The World was in Terror if e'er she did frown Oh! The Roast Beef...
In those days, if Fleets did presume on the Main They seldom, or never, return'd back again As witness, the Vaunting Armada of Spain Oh! The Roast Beef...
Oh! Then we had stomachs to eat, and to fight And when wrongs were a-cooking to do ourselves right But now we're a ... I could, but good Night Oh! The Roast Beef...
Close As Pages In A Book Composer(s): Dorothy Fields; Sigmund Romberg Performer(s): Vic Damone and various other artists
Well be close as pages in a book My love and I So close, we can share a single look Share every sigh So close that before I hear your laugh My laugh breaks through And when a tear starts to appear My eyes grow misty too
Our dreams wont come tumbling to the ground Well hold them fast Darling, as the strongest book is found Were bound to last Your life is my life And while life beats away in my heart Well be close as pages in a book Never to part
Our dreams wont come tumbling to the ground Well hold them fast Darling, as the strongest book is found Were bound to last Your life is my life And while life beats away in my heart Well be close as pages in a book Never to part
Retiens La Nuit English Titles: Hold Back The Night; Hold Back The Sun Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday; Charles Aznavour
{Refrain:} Retiens la nuit Pour nous deux jusqu'à la fin du monde Retiens la nuit Pour nos curs dans sa course vagabonde Serre-moi fort contre ton corps Il faut qu'à l'heure des folies Le grand amour raye le jour Et nous fasse oublier la vie Retiens la nuit Avec toi, elle parait si belle Retiens la nuit Mon amour, qu'elle devienne éternelle Pour le bonheur de nos deux curs Arrête le temps et les heures Je t'en supplie à l'infini Retiens la nuit
Ne me demande pas d'où me vient ma tristesse Ne me demande pas, tu ne comprendrais pas En découvrant l'amour je frôle la détresse En croyant au bonheur, la peur entre en mes joies
The Road To The Promised Land Composer(s): Paul Brady Performer(s): Paul Brady
'Tell you I don't understand it' he said 'What are you hoping to gain? Rocking this boat and you'll end up capsizing Throwing it all down the drain Said to quit chasing the end of the rainbow Told me we'd find nothing there But you and I know, girl, there's something else out there
So come on with me, off on a journey Far away out on the sea Sailing away as the dawn tide is turning Soon you and I will be free Wo-oh darling I know there is danger On the road to the promised land But, oh, the beauty we'll find
Lying here watching the world from a window Seeing it passing us by Knowing we're fooling ourselves when we think We'll be happy up here till we die Getting so good at inventing excuses Hiding the feeling inside But it's growing so strong, I can't wait any longer
So come on with me, off on a journey Far away out on the sea Sailing away as the dawn tide is turning Soon you and I will be free Wo-oh darling I know there is danger On the road to the promised land But, oh, the beauty we'll find
Some getting by, by keeping their eyes closed Some are too blind they can't see Others live hiding behind stained glass windows But that never helped you or me Wasting the years stumbling round in the shadows With no one to light up the way But now we're together, we'll guide one another, so
Come on with me, off on a journey Far away out on the sea Sailing away as the dawn tide is turning To a place where we both will be free Oh darling I know there is danger On the road to the promised land Oh leaving our heartaches behind Oh darling the beauty we'll find
When we rise up in the morning Sailing out on the ocean Just you and me babe When we lie down in the evening Oh, the beauty we'll find
Clopin-Clopant Composer(s): Pierre Dudan; Bruno Coquatrix Performer(s): Pierre Dudan and various other artists
Je suis né avec des yeux d'ange Et des fossettes au creux des joues J'ai perdu mes joues et mes langes Et j'ai cassé tous mes joujoux. Je m'suis regardé dans un' glace Et j'ai vu que j'avais rêvé Je m'suis dit: faudra bien qu'j'm'y fasse... Tout finira par arriver...
Et je m'en vais clopin-clopant Dans le soleil et dans le vent De temps en temps le cur chancelle... Y a des souv'nirs qui s'amoncellent... Et je m'en vais clopin-clopant En promenant mon cur d'enfant... Comme s'envole une hirondelle... La vie s'enfuit à tire-d'aile... Ça fait si mal au cur d'enfant Qui s'en va seul, clopin-clopant...
Tout l'amour que l'on a vu naître... Tes lèvres douces, parfum de miel... Nos deux fronts contre la fenêtre... Nos regards perdus dans le ciel... Le train noir hurlant dans la gare... Le monstrueux désert des rues... Tes mots d'adieu, tes mots bizarres... Depuis dix mois, tu n'écris plus...
Et je m'en vais clopin-clopant Dans le soleil et dans le vent De temps en temps le cur chancelle... Y a des souv'nirs qui s'amoncellent... Et je m'en vais clopin-clopant En promenant mon cur d'enfant... Comme s'envole une hirondelle... La vie s'enfuit à tire-d'aile... Ça fait si mal au cur d'enfant Qui s'en va seul, clopin-clopant...
