Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Spirit Of Radio Composer(s): Geddy Lee - Alex Lifeson - Neil Peart First release by: Rush - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Begin the day with a friendly voice A companion, unobtrusive Plays the song that's so elusive And the magic music makes your morning mood
Off on your way, hit the open road There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers Undemanding contact in your happy solitude
Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenna bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
All this machinery making modern music Can still be open-hearted Not so coldly charted, it's really just a question Of your honesty, yeah, your honesty
One likes to believe in the freedom of music But glittering prizes and endless compromises Shatter the illusion of integrity
Invisible airwaves crackle with life Bright antenna bristle with the energy Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free
For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall Concert hall And echoes with the sounds of salesmen Of salesmen Of salesmen
Rien Que Du Bleu Composer(s): Marc Estève; Enrico Macias Performer(s): Enrico Macias
Pas un nuage dans mes pensées Je n'y vois vraiment que du bleu Avec des bouts de Méditerranée Posés sur des rivages paresseux
Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu
Le vieux marché, brûlant dépices Des mains qui disent un mot sur deux Un regard qui s'envole en mer, et glisse Sur leau profond au bord des jours heureux
Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu
Pour voir un peu plus loin que le bout de notre chemin Du bleu, pour peindre tous ensemble, le ciel qui nous ressemble Plein de vie et de larmes de joie Et d'amour dans le grain de ta voix
Et si l'hiver nous désoriente Le violon des pairs de cigalles Nous soulevant du lendemain qui chante Quand le soleil nous ouvrira le bal
Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu
Pour voir un peu plus loin que le bout de notre chemin Du bleu, pour peindre tous ensemble, le ciel qui nous ressemble Plein de vie et de larmes de joie Et d'amour dans le grain de ta voix
Pas un nuage dans mes pensées Je n'y vois vraiment que du bleu Avec des bouts de Méditerranée Posés sur des rivages paresseux
Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu
Pour voir un peu plus loin que le bout de notre chemin Du bleu, pour peindre tous ensemble, le ciel qui nous ressemble Plein de vie, et de larmes de joie Et d'amour dans le grain de ta voix
Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu Rien que du bleu, rien que du bleu
The Sphinx Composer(s): Nico - Philippe Quilichini Performer(s): Nico
The hours since I saw you last Have left me in an unknown past They do not seem to leave me They seem to join me on the road Or even when I take a boat
A light Insanely bright is standing A fainting force My loneliness remains attending
The hours since I saw you last Have left me in an unknown past They do not seem to leave me They seem to join me on the road Or even when I take a boat
A light Insanely bright is standing A fainting force My loneliness remains attending
Columbus
Composer(s): Noel Brazil
First release by: Mary Black - 1989
Better keep your distance from this whale Better keep your boat from going astray Find yourself a partner and treat them well Try to give them shelter night and day 'Cause here in the blue light Far away from the fireside Things can get twisted and crazy and crowded You can't even feel right
So I dream of columbus Every time the panic starts I dream of columbus With your maps and your beautiful charts I dream of columbus There's an ache in a traveling heart
See how the cormorant swoops and dives Must be a thrill to go that deep Down to the basement of this life Down to where the mermaid gently sleeps Not like here in the blue light Far away from the fireside Where things get twisted and Haunted and crowded You can't even feel right
So I dream of columbus Every time the panic starts I dream of columbus With your maps and your beautiful charts I dream of columbus There's an ache in a traveling heart
As the tide must ebb and flow I am dragged down under I wait the livelong day For an end to my hunger
So I dream of columbus Every time the panic starts I dream of columbus With your maps and your beautiful charts I dream of columbus There's an ache in a traveling heart
Rien Pour Faire Une Chanson English Title: Run For Your Life Composer(s): John Lennon; Paul McCartney; Jacques Chaumelle Performer(s): Renée Martel; Richard Anthony; Andrée & Pierre Lalonde
J'ai chanté souvent l'amour qui s'en va Pleurant sur mes souvenirs Mais de ces jours passés près de toi Je n'ai rien su retenir
J'ai beau chercher Tu n'm'as rien laissé dans le coeur Rien, pas même ton nom, dans le coeur Rien pour faire une chanson Quand je cherche dans mon coeur
Vois-tu, je n'suis plus comme avant Lorsque j'entends siffler le train Mais pourquoi retenir le vent Je te dis «oui, va plus loin»
J'ai beau chercher Tu n'm'as rien laissé dans le coeur Rien, pas même ton nom, dans le coeur Rien pour faire une chanson Quand je cherche dans mon coeur
Les filles pleurent quelquefois Pour les garçons d'aujourd'hui Chin chin maintenant je bois C'est ma fête et je t'oublie
J'ai beau chercher Tu n'm'as rien laissé dans le coeur Rien, pas même ton nom, dans le coeur Rien pour faire une chanson Quand je cherche dans mon coeur
J'ai chanté souvent l'amour qui s'en va Pleurant sur mes souvenirs Mais de ces jours passés près de toi Je n'ai rien su retenir
J'ai beau chercher Tu n'm'as rien laissé dans le coeur Rien, pas même ton nom, dans le coeur Rien pour faire une chanson Quand je cherche dans mon coeur Na, na, na, ...
Columbia, The Gem Of The Ocean Composer(s): David T. Shaw; Thomas A. Beckett Performer(s): Les Brown & His Orch. and various other artists
O Columbia the gem of the ocean The home of the brave and the free The shrine of each patriots devotion A world offers homage to thee Thy mandates make heroes assemble When libertys form stands in view Thy Banners make tyranny tremble When born by the red, white and blue
Refrain: When born by the red, white and blue When born by the red, white and blue Thy Banners make tyranny tremble When born by the red, white and blue
When war wingd its wide desolation And threatend our land to deform The ark then of freedoms foundation Columbia rode safe through the storm With her garlands of victry around her When so proudly she bore her brave crew With her flag proudly floating before her The boast of the red, white and blue
Refrain: The boast of the red, white and blue The boast of the red, white and blue With her flag proudly floating before her The boast of the red, white and blue
The wine-cup the wine-cup bring hither And fill you it true to the brim May the wreaths that have won neer wither Nor the star of their glory grow dim May the service united neer sever But they to their colors prove true The army and navy forever Three cheers for the red, white and blue
Refrain: Three cheers for the red, white and blue Three cheers for the red, white and blue The army and navy forever Three cheers for the red, white and blue
Rien N'a Changé Composer(s): Georges Moustaki Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant Où es-tu si loin mon amour Pourquoi es-tu si loin
Au café de nos rencontres je m'assieds à la terrasse J'y vois les mêmes amis les mêmes gens Poliment je les écoute je souris à leurs grimaces Mais c'est toi que je vois c'est toi que j'entends
Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant Où es-tu si loin mon amour Pourquoi es-tu si loin
Je m'arrête à la vitrine de la librairie d'en face Puis je repars les mains vides nez au vent Et je continue de vivre parmi les ombres qui passent Et ramènent mes souvenirs au présent
Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant Où es-tu si loin mon amour Pourquoi es-tu si loin
J'ai fait rentrer quelques bûches j'ai changé le lit de place Et j'ai fait repeindre les murs tout en blanc Mais les nuits semblent bien longues la solitude me glace Et le lit est devenu beaucoup trop grand
Rien n'a changé et pourtant tout est différent Rien n'est pareil et pourtant tout est comme avant
The Spanish Lady (Traditional) Performer(s): The Dubliners and multiple other artists
As I came up through Dublin City At the hour of twelve at night Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Washing her feet by candlelight First she washed them, then she dried them Over a fire of angry coal In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so sweet about the sole
Whack for ma toora loora laddy Whack for ma toora loora lay Whack for ma toora loora laddy Whack for ma toora loora lay
As I came up through Dublin City At the hour of half-past-eight Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Brushing her hair by broad daylight First she brushed it, then she tossed it On her lap was a silver comb In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so fair as I did roam
As I came up through Dublin City As the sun was near to set Who should I spy but a Spanish lady Catching a moth in a golden net When she saw me, then she fled me Hitching her petticoat o'er her knee In all my life I ne'er did see A maid so blithe as the Spanish lady
I wandered north and I wandered south Through Stonybatter and Patrick's Close Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond Back through Napper Tandy's house Old age has laid her hand on me Cold as a fire of ashen coal But where, oh where is the Spanish lady Neat and sweet about the sole?
Colt 45 Composer(s): Harold S. Hopper; Douglas Heyes Performer(s): Bunk Gardner
There was a gun that won the west There was a man among the best The fastest gun or man alive A lightning bolt when he drew that Colt 45
He carried the message of law and of order Into a wicked land With a Colt single action Army revolver Blazing in either hand
There was the right, there was the wrong The gun was quick, the man was strong And Peace was made when they arrived A lightning bolt when the drew that Colt 45
Rien Moins Que T'Aimer Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Je ne pouvais rien Rien moins que t'aimer Toi qui m'apportait Plus que tout au monde Et suivait du doigt mes rides profondes D'un oeil amusé
Je ne pouvais rien Rien moins que t'aimer Mettant à tes pieds Toutes mes faiblesses À toi qui m'offrait ta prime jeunesse Sans rien exiger
Je ne pouvais rien Moins que te chérir Contournant ma vie Pour suivre la tienne Partageant tes joies, tes rêves, tes peines Mes doutes accrochés à ton avenir
Quand sur mon chemin Menant au passé J'ai cueilli en toi Bien qu'à peine éclose Ma première joie, ma dernière rose Je ne pouvais C'est la moindre des choses Rien moins que t'aimer
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
