Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Spaniard That Blighted My Life Composer(s): Billy Merson Performer(s): Billy Merson and multiple other artists
List to me while I tell you Of the Spaniard that blighted my life List to me while I tell you Of the man who pinched my future wife
'Twas at the bull fight where we met him We'd been watching his daring display And while I went out for some nuts and a programme The dirty dog stole her away
Oh yes! Oh yes! But I've sworn that I'll have my revenge!
If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw! I'll find this bullfighter, I will And when I catch the bounder The blighter I'll kill He shall die! He shall die! He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti! He shall die! He shall die! For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion If I catch him bending tonight!
Yes, when I catch Spagoni He will wish that he'd never been born And for this special reason My stiletto I've fetched out of pawn
It cost me five shillings to fetch it This expense it has caused me much pain But the pawnbroker's promised when I've killed Spagoni He'll take it in pawn once again
Oh yes! Oh yes! So tonight there will be dirty work
If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw! I'll find this bullfighter, I will And when I catch the bounder The blighter I'll kill He shall die! He shall die! He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti! He shall die! He shall die! For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion If I catch him bending tonight!
I tracked him to London And he gave me the slip once again And they told me this morning That he'd doubled and gone back to Spain
But whatever it costs me I'll catch him Then no more will he give me the slip With my last one and ninepence on Sunday I'm going to Spain by the Sunday League Trip
Oh yes! Oh yes! And then the dark deed will be done
If I catch Alphonso Spagoni, the Toreador With a mighty swipe I will dislocate his bally jaw! I'll find this bullfighter, I will And when I catch the bounder The blighter I'll kill He shall die! He shall die! He shall die tiddly-i-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti-ti! He shall die! He shall die! For I'll raise a bunion on his Spanish onion If I catch him bending tonight!
Colors Of The Spirit Composer(s): John Bettis; Jonathan Cain; Steve Perry; Neal Schon Performer(s): Journey
We are one, we are one Distant rhythm in a troubled sky Angry clouds divide the sun Feels like thunder and so do I Bloody silence has begun Flying like a wounded dove
Tomorrow comes undone Surrender don't come easily We try to get over... over Falling together... together
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one
Ask the question - what's goin' on Why raging children run Where's the father's legacy Where's the harvest of the son Close your eyes and tell me what you see I see the same thing... same thing
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one No, surrender don't come easily We try to get over... over
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one We are many... we are oneWe are one, we are one Distant rhythm in a troubled sky Angry clouds divide the sun Feels like thunder and so do I Bloody silence has begun Flying like a wounded dove
Tomorrow comes undone Surrender don't come easily We try to get over... over Falling together... together
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one
Ask the question - what's goin' on Why raging children run Where's the father's legacy Where's the harvest of the son Close your eyes and tell me what you see I see the same thing... same thing
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one No, surrender don't come easily We try to get over... over
Many colors of the spirit Many lives below the sun We are colors of the spirit We are many... we are one We are many... we are one
Rien De Rien Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Pierre Roche Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!... Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Du matin à l'heure où je me couche Tout ici est calme et banal J'aimerais qu' 'y s'passe quequ' chose de louche De la prime ou du pas normal
Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Voici un couple qui murmure Et dans une chambre veut se glisser... Je devine une tendre aventure... Mais ils vont chacun d'leur côté!
Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!... Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien!... Il ne se passe jamais rien!... Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Deux hommes parlent à voix basse Discutant pleins d'animation Pour écouter, je change de place Mais hélas, je n'entends que "oui, non"
Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Je me demande pourquoi! Rien! Rien! Rien! Il ne se passe jamais rien!...
Ce qu'y s'passe pas, j'aimerais qu'ça s'passe Que ça s'passe ne serait-ce que pour moi Comme ça je verrais ce qu'y s'passe Et je pourrais dire qu'ça s'passe pas!
Rien de rien... Il ne se passe jamais rien pour moi Et je me demande pourquoi! Rien ... Il ne se passe jamais rien!
Do You Wanna Go Party Composer(s): Harry Wayne "K.C." Casey - Richard Finch Performer(s): K.C. & The Sunshine Band
Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Do you wanna go party We'll get funky there, party Drink a little wine, party Have a funky time, party Come on baby, sexy lady Let's go out tonight We'll go party we'll go dancin' Let's go get satisfied Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Como on baby, sexy lady Let yourself unwind I wanna love you Kiss and hug you Make it last all night Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party
Ooh, ah, party Ooh, ah, party Do you wanna go party We'll get funky there, party Drink a little wine, party Have a funky time, party Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah Ooh, ah
Do you wanna go party
Do you wanna go party We'll get funky there, party Drink a little wine, party Have a funky time, party Party Party Party (Repeat)
Colours Danish Title: Gul Er Farven På Min Elskedes Hår Composer(s): Donovan Originally performed by: Donovan Covered by various other artists
Yellow is the color of my true love's hair In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That's the time (That's the time) That's the time (That's the time) I love the best
Green is the color of the sparkling corn In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That's the time (That's the time) That's the time (That's the time) I love the best
Blue is the color of the sky In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That's the time (That's the time) That's the time (That's the time) I love the best
Mellow is the feeling that I get When I see her, uhh-hmm When I see her, oh yeah In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That's the time (That's the time) That's the time (That's the time) I love the best
Freedom is a word I rarely use Without thinking, oh yeah Without thinking, hm-m Of the time Of the time Of the time Of the time When I've been loved
Yellow is the color of my true love's hair In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That's the time (That's the time) That's the time (That's the time) I love the best
The South's Gonna Do It Again Performer(s): Charlie Daniels
Well the train to Grinder's Switch is runnin' right on time And the Tucker boys are cookin' down in Caroline People down in Florida can't be still When old Lynyrd Skynyrd's pickin' down in Jacksonville People down in Georgia come from near and far To hear Richard Betts pickin' on his red guitar
So gather round gather round children Get down well just get down children Get loud well you can be loud and be proud And you can be proud here Be proud to a rebel 'cause the south's gonna do it again
Elvin Bishop's sittin' on a bale of hay He ain't good lookin' but he sure can play And there's ZZ Top and you can't forget That old brother Willie's gettin' soakin' wet And all the good people down in Tennessee Are diggin' barefoot Jerry and the CDB
So gather round gather round children Get down well just get down children Get loud well you can be loud and be proud And you can be proud here Be proud to a rebel 'cause the south's gonna do it again
Rien À Voir Composer(s): Henri Gougaud Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Des poèmes écrits sur les automobiles Un grand nu de Renoir peint sur le Sacré Coeur De longues femmes fleurs au sourire immobile Chantant au coin des rues des chansons crève-coeur
Et dans les prisons rien à voir Rien à voir rien à voir
Des fruits mal défendus et des filles gourmandes Cinglant vers le bonheur toutes voiles dehors Armstrong et Beethoven dans les champs de lavande "La vie en rose" hurlée aux monuments aux morts
Et dans les casernes rien à voir Rien à voir rien à voir
Des chemins tout tracés pour la joie des instables Des chemins qui ne vont à Rome ni ailleurs La multiplication des pains sur chaque table Par un Jésus faisant l'amour parmi les fleurs
Et dans les églises rien à voir Rien à voir rien à voir
Les vieux dans les pommiers et du vent dans les branches Les oiseaux de malheur enfin dynamités Un hymne national qui te prend par les hanches Pour te faire danser en plein coeur de l'été
Et dans le soleil tout à voir Tout à voir tout à voir
Ton Nom ((English Version: Sound Of Your Name (Charles Aznavour & Liza Minnelli)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Waldir Calmon
Ton nom C'est un mot merveilleux, un appel qui jaillit Et de souffle en murmure aboutit à ce cri Déchirant par instant Le silence angoissant De la nuit
Ton nom Que répète ma voix et que reprend l'écho Met le trouble en mon âme Et tant qu'il vibre en moi Mon coeur ne connaît pas De repos
Ton nom Qui fait naître la joie où stagnait la peur C'est l'étoile qui luit dans le ciel de mon coeur Et me guide à travers Les sentiers escarpés Du bonheur
Ton nom A l'heure où l'ombre vient pour dépouiller le jour Se transforme pour moi en simple mot d'amour Et me fait prisonnier De la nuit, de toi et De ton nom
Ton nom Claque comme un drapeau planté comme un défi Sur la terre promise au rêveur que je suis Car il flotte à présent Dans l'azur, pour le temps De ma vie
Ton nom Que j'écris sur les murs, sur les arbres, partout Et le crie sur les toits, dans le vent comme un fou Que tu sois dans mes bras Ou perdue loin de moi Loin de tout
Ton nom C'est un son obsédant qui voltige dans l'air Il plane autour de moi, il me frôle et me serre Et joue à retourner Mon sang et mes pensées A l'envers
Ton nom Sur mes lèvres et mon corps rime avec mes désirs Il est tendre, il est chaud, il se dit à plaisir Et je ne peux sans faiblir Demain vivre ou mourir En ton nom
Coloured Rain Composer(s): Steve Winwood; Jim Capaldi; Chris Wood Originally performed by: Traffic Covered by various other artists
Yesterday I was a young boy Searching for my way Not knowing what I wanted Living life from day to day 'Till you came along There was nothing but an empty space and a pain
Feels like Coloured Rain Tastes like Coloured Rain Bring on Coloured Rain Yeah!
I can see a sail of changing Filling with surprise United with a feeling Bringing love into my eyes Till you came along there was nothing but an empty space and a pain
Sound Of Your Name ((French Version: Ton Nom (Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Herbert Kretzmer - Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour & Liza Minnelli
The sound of your name comes to me any hour On the wings of the wind, like the scent of a flower How can I explain its impossible power The sound of your name
The sound of your name is a valentine greeting A dare when it rings and a heart when it's beating And alone in a cell where all things keep repeating The sound of your name
Your name is a song that I long to be writing The music is strong and the words are inviting Exchangeable melodies, strangely exciting I found in your name
The sound of your name can bring times of desire That flares like a plane as it climbs ever higher That burns in my senses and turns then to fire The sound of your name
But love is a game that can't easily change The players discover the risk and the dangers We started as lovers, we ended as strangers Now where can I turn
Your name is the ghost of a chance that you gave me That original day, just enough when plainly And only my grief, what is there that can tame me If you don't return
As night in my dreams you are there, an obsession I whisper your name, I expel a confession You've entered my soul and you've taken possession And who can I blame
For you are the heaven on earth that I sigh for The high unattainable moon that I cry for As long as I live, I will live and I'll die for The sound of your name
Skeleton And The Roundabout Composer(s): Jeff Lynne Performer(s): The Idle Race
Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout I am the fairground man at heart I run the roundabout this part I fill this fair but custom have I none
I turn the handle round so fast it makes my elbow ache Nobody seems to care No-one rides upon my roundabout no longer anymore Oh what a horrid fair!
Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout
Money there is none - I'm thinner than a skeleton
But wait a minute, I'm so thin That all these aches and pains could be a chance for me I could be a horror or a ghost in a ghost train I think I'll go and see
I meet the man who runs the ghost train He says, "You're just great! I'll pay you top class wages If you'll just hang from this gate"
A year is passing lots of food and money come my way Oh lucky man am I But who's this telling me, "You're fired! You're much too fat to be a ghost, be on your way!" So here I am
Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout Climb aboard my roundabout
Maria Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Oscar Hammerstein II First release by: Patricia Neway, Elizabeth Howell, Muriel O'Malley, Karen Shepard - 1959 Covered by multiple other artists
She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee Her dress has got a tear She waltzes on her way to Mass And whistles on the stair And underneath her wimple She has curlers in her hair I even heard her singing in the abbey
She's always late for chapel But her penitence is real She's always late for everything Except for every meal I hate to have to say it But I very firmly feel Maria's not an asset to the abbey
I'd like to say a word in her behalf Maria makes me laugh
How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? How do you find a word that means Maria? A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!
Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her Many a thing she ought to understand But how do you make her stay And listen to all you say How do you keep a wave upon the sand
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?
When I'm with her I'm confused Out of focus and bemused And I never know exactly where I am Unpredictable as weather She's as flighty as a feather She's a darling! She's a demon! She's a lamb!
She'd outpester any pest Drive a hornet from its nest She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl She is gentle! She is wild! She's a riddle! She's a child! She's a headache! She's an angel! She's a girl!
How do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you catch a cloud and pin it down? How do you find a word that means Maria? A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!
Many a thing you know you'd like to tell her Many a thing she ought to understand But how do you make her stay And listen to all you say How do you keep a wave upon the sand
Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria? How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?
The Six Teens Composer(s): Mike Chapman - Nicky Chinn First release by: Sweet - 1974
Where were you in sixty-eight In sixty-eight Julie was Johnnie's date Two kids growin' together Livin' each day as if time was slippin' away Oh, they were just sixteen And their love a teenage dream They passed the time, they crossed the line The line that ran between Julie and Johnnie now you've made it But life goes on, you know it ain't easy You've just gotta be strong If you're one of the sixteens And life goes on, you know, you know it ain't easy You know you'll never go wrong 'Cause you're all part of the sixteens
Suzie and Davey got to make the big time Maybe they can put it all together In a show that lasts forever Oh they would walk the strip at nights And dream they saw their name in lights On Desolation boulevard They'll light the faded light Suzie and Davey you can make it
But life goes on, you know it ain't easy You've just gotta be strong If you're one of the sixteens And life goes on, you know, you know it ain't easy You know you'll never go wrong 'Cause you're all part of the sixteens
So where were you in sixty-eight When Bobby and Billy thought That sixty eight was out of date They took the flowers from their hair And tried to make us all aware Too bad, too late So they lived from day to day And tried to do it all their way But sixty-eight was sixty-eight No matter what they say Bobby and Billy maybe you'll make it one day...
Colour My World Composer(s): Tony Hatch; James Pankow; Jackie Trent Performer(s): Petula Clark
You'll never see a dark cloud hanging 'round me Now there is only blue sky to surround me There's never been a gray day since you found me Everything I touch is turning to gold
So you can colour my world with sunshine yellow each day Oh you can colour my world with happiness all the way Just take the green from the grass and the blue from the sky up above And if you colour my world, just paint it with your love Just colour my world
Just as long as I know you're thinking of me There'll be a rainbow always up above me Since I found the one who really loves me Everything I touch is turning to gold
So you can colour my world with sunshine yellow each day Oh you can colour my world with happiness all the way Just take the green from the grass & the blue from the sky up above And if you colour my world, just paint it with your love Just colour my world
So you can colour my world with sunshine yellow each day Oh you can colour my world with happiness all the way Just take the green from the grass and the blue from the sky up above And if you colour my world, just paint it with your love Just colour my world
Riding With The King Composer(s): John Hiatt Performer(s): John Hiatt; and various other artists
I dreamed I had a good job and I got well paid I blew it all at the penny arcade A hundred dollars on a Kewpie doll No pretty chick is gonna make me crawl
We're on a TWA to the promised land Every woman, child and man Get a Cadillac and a great big diamond ring Don't you know you're riding with the king?
He's on a mission of mercy to the new frontier He's gonna check us all on out of here Up to that mansion on a hill Where you can get your prescription filled
We're on a TWA to the promised land Everybody clap your hands And don't you just love the way that he sings? Don't you know we're riding with the king? Riding with the king Don't you know we're riding with the king?
A tuxedo and shiny 335 You can see it in his face, the blue never lie Tonight everybody's getting their angel wings And don't you know we're riding with the king?
I stepped out of Mississippi when I was ten years old With a suit cut sharp as a razor and a heart made of gold I had a guitar hanging just about waist high And I'm gonna play this thing until the day I die Don't you know we're riding with the king? Don't you know we're riding with the king? Riding, you're riding with the king You're riding, you're riding with the king
