Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Et Je M'en Vais ((Adapted from: Then He Kissed Me (The Crystals) - 1963)) ((Finnish Version: Jos Mua Pussaat (Mona Carita) - 1979)) Composer(s): Phil Spector - Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Paul Reiman Performer(s): Richard Anthony - 1963
Dans ce train qui m'emmène loin Je me demande pourquoi Dans le bruit des roues J'entends comme un écho de sa voix Je sais qu'elle me mentait Quand elle me disait qu'elle m'aimait Et maintenant je l'ai quittée Je m'en vais J'avais quand je l'ai connue Tant d'espoir dans le cur Mais j'ai bien compris qu'avec elle Je n'aurais pas de bonheur Quand l'autre soir je l'ai trouvée Dans d'autres bras très fort serrée Je n'ai pas pu le supporter, Je m'en vais Dans la vie quand on s'aperçoit Qu'une fille ne vous aime plus Il faut aller chercher ailleurs L'amour qu'on a perdu Et moi je sais que je vais découvrir Un autre amour bien plus fort Et si ce n'est pas pour demain Eh bien! je chercherai encore Tant pis si tout est gâché Une de perdue dix de retrouvées Moi, je reprends ma liberté Je m'en vais Dans ce train qui s'en va là-bas Mes souvenirs s'éloignent de moi Je m'aperçois que je l'oublie déjà
Concrete And Clay Composer(s): Brian Parker; Tommy Moeller Performer(s): Unit Four Plus Two
You to me Are sweet as roses in the morning And you to me Are soft as summer rain at dawn, in love we share That something rare
The sidewalks in the street The concrete and the clay beneath my feet Begins to crumble But love will never die Because we'll see the mountains tumble Before we say goodbye
My love and I will be In love eternally That's the way Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be
All around I see the purple shades of evening And on the ground The shadows fall and once again you're in my arms So tenderly
The sidewalks in the street The concrete and the clay beneath my feet Begins to crumble But love will never die Because we'll see the mountains tumble Before we say goodbye
My love and I will be In love eternally That's the way Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be
The sidewalks in the street The concrete and the clay beneath my feet Begins to crumble But love will never die Because we'll see the mountains tumble Before we say goodbye
My love and I will be In love eternally That's the way Mmm, that's the way it's meant to be
And that's the way That's the way it's meant to be
That's the way (that's the way it's meant to be) Wo-oh, that's the way That's the way it's meant to be
Roses On The 4th Of July Composer(s): Nanci Griffith Performer(s): Nanci Griffith
He still sends her roses on the 4th of July They're always white roses and she never asks why She still doesn't know where he goes Thursday nights But his wedding band rests on their bedside that night
He was a soldier in the Vietnam war He lost half his right leg whilst daydreaming of her She lit a candle each holy hour he was gone "You Were On My Mind" was their favorite song
Love is a mystery from birth 'till we die It's cross words of a morning, by evening entwined It's all that we dream of, sometimes it's not right Love is white roses, and you never ask why
He's the hands of a draftsman, he's built a good life She works for a season during IRS time Two children they've had, though their boy has now died When they wake of each morning, he's still on their minds
Their friends would all tell you they're like day and night Their daughter's an actress, she is strong and she's bright He meets with his pals from the war Thursday nights She still treasures those roses every 4th of July
Then Came You Composer(s): Philip T. Pugh - Sherman Marshall First release by: Dionne Warwick & The Spinners - 1974
Ever since I met ya, seems I can't forgetcha The thought of you keeps runnin' through the back of my mind Every time I'm near ya, I get that urge to feel ya Just touchin' you and lovin' you makes ev'rything right (Tell me how ya feel, baby) I never knew love before (oh no) then came you, you, then came you I never knew love before, then came you then came you You
Now that I've found ya, how did I live without ya? (I don't know, baby) It's plain to see you're all I need to satisfy me I'm so darned proud of ya, I wanna sing about ya (Sing it, sing it, sing it, baby) All I know, ya made a 'fro by touchin' my hand Oh, uh, oh I never knew love before, then came you (you), then came you, ooh I never knew love before, then came you (ooh, ooh, ooh), then came you Hey, hey, hey, then came you
Whoa, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh I never knew love before, then came you, then came you I never knew love before, then came you (you, ooh, ooh) then came you
Whoa, oh, uh, oh, oh, oh I never knew love before, then came you (hey, hey) then came you, you I never knew love before (hey) then came you (With your lovin' touch) you-ooh-ooh then came (yeah)(hey, hey)
Oh, uh, no I never knew love before (I got to hand it to you, baby) then came you
Roses Of Picardy French Title: Dansons La Rose (aka Roses De Picardie)
Composer(s): Frederic E. Weatherly; Hayden Wood Performer(s): John McCormack; and various other artists
She is watching by the poplars Colinette with the sea-blue eyes She is watching and longing, and waiting Where the long white roadway lies And a song stirs in the silence As the wind in the boughs above She listens and starts and trembles 'Tis the first little song of love
Roses are shining in Picardy In the hush of the silver dew Roses are flow'ring in Picardy But there's never a rose like you! And the roses will die with the summertime And our roads may be far apart But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy 'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart
And the years fly on forever Till the shadows veil their skies But he loves to hold her little hands And look into her sea-blue eyes And she sees the road by the poplars Where they met in the bygone years For the first little song of the roses Is the last little song she hears
Roses are shining in Picardy In the hush of the silver dew Roses are flow'ring in Picardy But there's never a rose like you! And the roses will die with the summertime And our roads may be far apart But there's one rose that dies not in Picardy 'Tis the rose that I keep in my heart
Then Came The Last Days Of May Performer(s): Blue Öyster Cult
Parched land no desert sand, sun was just a dot And a little bit of water goes a long way, 'cause it's hot Three good buddies were laughing and smoking in the back Of a rented ford They couldn't know they weren't going far
Each one with the money in his pocket Could go out and buy himself a brand new car But they all had the money they had Money they hoped would take them very far
The sky was bright, a traffic light, now and then a truck And they hadn't seen a cop around all day They brought everything they needed bags and scales to weigh the stuff The driver said the border's just over the bluff
It wasn't until the car suddenly stopped In the middle of a cold and barren place And the other guy turned and spilled Three boys blood, did they know a trap had been lain?
They're ok the last days of may, I'll be breathing dry air I'm leaving soon, the others are already there You wouldn't be interested in coming along, instead of staying here They say the west is nice this time of year
Conchita, Marquita, Lolita, Pepita, Rosita, Juanita Lopez Composer(s): Herbert Magidson; Jule Styne Performer(s): Glenn Miller Covered by multiple other artists
He was a handsome young Irish lad She was a Mexican beauty It was fiesta and I might add Love was doing its duty
His Irish heart went bing-o when he saw the rose of Juarez Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita Lopez "Oh, youre a lovely thing-o For me theres but one girl", he said "Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita Lopez" Mandolins began to play And her lips were there to kiss As we danced I heard him say "New Jersey was never like this!"
The bells began to ring-o And they rode away on a mule To prove Im not jokin If youre in Hoboken Drop in for a minute and youll Meet Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita OToole...
Theres Little Theresa, Maria, Elisa And sure and begorry The rest of the story is Patsy and Molly and Mike Theres Jose and Pancho and Pedro and Sancho To be sure when theyre seen theyll be wearing the green ´Tis Tommy and Timmy and Spike Thats right!
The bells began to ring-o And they rode away on a mule To prove Im not jokin If youre in Hoboken Drop in for a minute and youll Meet Conchita Marquita Lolita Pepita Rosita Juanita OToole!
Roses In The Snow Composer(s): Nico Performer(s): Nico
He came your way And when he had to go There were roses growing in the snow Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul And you know that it was like this before we had to go
You will never see these lights Glowing in your nights Until you feel this way
With every moon it is as though you're getting closer to your soul And then you go alone and with no fear Then you will know That it was like this before we had to go And you will find that you were blind Until you saw these lights glowing in your nights
He came your way And when he had to go There were roses growing in the snow Silently you'll go to the shadow of your soul But you know it was like this before we had to go
You will never see these lights Glowing in your nights If you don't know And there are roses growing in the snow
Concessions Composer(s): Guy Thomas Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Avant que je vous fréquente Je vivais dans un taudis Une espèce de soupente Où j'entassais mon fourbi Je veux bien ma chère Estelle Résider dans vos maisons Vivre dans vos grands hôtels Ou vos manoirs à la con
Mais pas dans un' forteresse Pour décrocher tes caresses
Avant que je sois sinoque Affolé par vos appâts Je vous aurais dit ton vioc Au lieu de votre papa Je veux bien pour vous complaire Apprendre votre jargon Dire Monsieur votre Père Est bête au lieu d'un peu con
Mais j'dirai pas mes hommages En dégrafant ton corsage
Avant que je m'amourache De votre petit chignon Je vivais comme un apache Je bouffais comme un cochon Je veux bien bergeronnette Vous faire une concession Me servir dans une assiette Sur une nappe à la con
Mais j'prendrai pas des pincettes Pour enlever ta jupette
Avant que je me dévoue Aux travaux de Cupidon Je menais je vous l'avoue Une vie de patachon Je veux bien mon églantine Changer mes fréquentations Mais j'userai pas mes bottines Dans tes cocktails à la con
Je mettrai pas de jaquette Pour soulever ta liquette
Avant que je vous connaisse Je chopinais du rouquin Vous buviez du vin de messe Ou du Vichy Celestins Je veux bien ma chère amie Sacrifier quelques canons Mais je veux pas d'eau rougie Ni de tisane à la con
Je ne boirai pas d'la flotte Pour enlever ta culotte
Then Composer(s): Martin Blunt - Jon Brookes - Tim Burgess - Mark Collins - Rob Collins Performer(s): The Charlatans
I wanna bomb your submarines You don't do anything for me You were sometimes hard to find You were never safe to be with, then You, you're nothing next to me I'm a phenomena you see You were sometimes hard to find You were never safe to be with, then Furious again, furious again You don't do anything for me We are a phenomena you see You were sometimes hard to find You were never safe to be with, then Furious again, furious again And you You give it all to me You never listen to a thing I said You're furious, I'm glorious You never hurt me that much
Concerto Pour Une Voix
Composer(s): Eddy Marnay - Saint-Preux
Performer(s): Dalida; André Rieu
Chaque nuit Quand l'oiseau de paradis fait sa ronde J'ouvre la porte à mon amour Et tous les deux nous voyageons loin du monde En attendant le retour Des premiers rayons du soleil et de l'ombre Dans la chambre nue Ou tous nos gestes sont un monde inconnu
Chaque nuit Nous échangeons des colliers de promesses Nous échangeons des anneaux d'or Des rivières et des diamants de jeunesse Et puis nous quittons le port Comme des mâts sur des bateaux de tendresse Pour mille pays Que tu fais naître de mes mains chaque nuit
Et nos yeux Ne trouvent pas le sommeil Comment s'endormir quand l'arbre est en feu Devant le soleil Dieu, que je t'aime chaque nuit Que tu m'aimes chaque nuit Que la route est belle chaque nuit
Chaque nuit Quand l'oiseau du paradis fait sa ronde J'ouvre la porte à mon amour Et tous les deux nous voyageons loin du monde En attendant le retour Des premiers rayons du soleil et de l'ombre Dans la chambre nue Ou tous nos gestes sont un monde inconnu
Then ((French Version: Mais C'était Hier (Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Herbert Kretzmer Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
We were happy then Burning up the days, the kind of place will last so long Busy making hay, every dizzy day, sung a summer song Saying come what may, nothing could go wrong
We were hungry then Sharing every crust, often halfway bust, often halfway poor Close enough to touch, nothing mattered much, somehow we'd endure We were both so young, we were both too sure
They had a glow, they had a shine Those days of hope and cheap white wine Suddenly one day, summer ebbed away, winter came to stay
Days are colder now And the rain falls down on a lonesome town, sighing for the past And I'm older now, wise enough to know, summers never last We were both so blind, and we ran too fast
(Days would last forever then) (Not too late for lovers then) (Lots of time to breathe the ??? air) But suddenly one day, summer ebbed away, winter came to stay
Days are colder now And the rain falls down on a lonesome town, sighing for the past And I'm older now, wise enough to know, summers never last
And that song we knew Won't be sung again For the song was you And the time was then
Concerto For Two Composer(s): Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky; Jack Lawrence Performer(s): Anne Shelton; Ted Heath; Claude Thornhill
And when we meet, music starts Upon the strings of our hearts And we don't keep to the song For words are weak when love is strong And when we kiss there's a sound Like violins all around And then the moment when We kiss again Our song becomes a thrilling Concerto for two For me and you
Roses Blue Composer(s): Joni Mitchell Performer(s): Joni Mitchell
I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place she's lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to
She's gotten to mysterious devotions She's gotten to the zodiac and Zen She's gotten into tarot cards and potions She's laying her religion on her friends On her friends, on her friends
Friends who come to ask her for their future Friends who come to find they can't be friends Because of signs and seasons that don't suit her She'll prophesy your death, she won't say when Won't say when, won't say when
When all the black cards come you cannot barter No, when all your stars are stacked you cannot win She'll shake her head and treat you like a martyr It is her blackest spell she puts you in Puts you in, puts you in
In sorrow she can lure you where she wants you Inside your own self-pity there you swim In sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you And only with your laughter can you win Can you win, can you win
You win the lasting laurels with your laughter It reaches like an arm before you sink To win the solitary truth you're after You dare not ask the priestess how to think How to think, how to think
I think of tears, I think of rain on shingles I think of rain, I think of roses blue I think of Rose, my heart begins to tremble To see the place she's lately gotten to Gotten to, gotten to
(Theme From) Valley Of The Dolls Composer(s): André Previn - Dory Previn Performer(s): Dionne Warwick; King Curtis
Gotta get off, gonna get Have to get off from this ride Gotta get hold, gonna get Need to get hold of my pride
When did I get, where did I How was I caught in this game When will I know, where will I How will I think of my name
When did I stop feeling sure, feeling safe And start wondering why, wondering why Is this a dream, am I here, where are you What's in back of the sky, why do we cry
Gotta get off, gonna get Out of this merry-go-round Gotta get off, gonna get Need to get on where I'm bound
When did I get, where did I Why am I lost as a lamb When will I know, where will I How will I learn who I am
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you Tell me, when will I know, how will I know When will I know why?
