Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Torture Composer(s): Jackie Jackson - Kathy Wakefield Performer(s): The Jacksons
It was on the street so evil So bad that even Hell disowned it! Every single step was trouble For the fool who stumbled on it Eyes within the dark were watchin' I felt that sudden chill of danger Something told me to keep on walkin' Told me I should not have gone there
Baby, because you cut me like a knife Without your love in my life I'm out, I'm walkin' the night 'cause I just canmt stop this feelin' It's torture, it's torture, it's torture
She was up a stair to nowhere A room forever I'll remember She said as though I should have known her Tell me, what's your pain or pleasure? Every little thing you find here Is simply for the thrill you're after Loneliness or hearts on fire I am here to serve all masters
She said Reality is a knife When there's no love in your life Unmerciful is the night When you just can't stop this feelin' It's torture, it's torture, it's torture
And I still can't find the meaning, no! No, no--ooh!--of the face I keep on seeing Was she real or am I dreaming? Did the sound of your name turn a wheel Strike a flame in me? A-hooo-hoo!
Baby, because you cut me like a knife Without your love in my life I'm out, I'm walkin' the night And I just can't stop this feeling! It's torture, it's torture, it's torture
She said Reality is a knife When there's no love in your life Unmerciful is the night When you just can't stop this feelin' It's torture, it's torture, it's torture
Will you call my name? It's torture! Spread it from a flame It's torture! Will you call my name? It's torture! Hey...
I Like Chinese Composer(s): Eric Idle Performer(s): Monty Python
The world today seems absolutely crackers With nuclear bombs to blow us all sky high There are fools and idiots sitting on the trigger It's depressing, and it's senseless, and that's why...
I like Chinese I like Chinese They only come up to your knees Yet they're always friendly and they're ready to please
I like Chinese I like Chinese There's nine hundred million of them in the world today You'd better learn to like them, that's what I say
I like Chinese I like Chinese They come from a long way overseas But they're cute and they're cuddly, and they're ready to please
I like chinese food The waiters never are rude Think of the many things they've done to impress There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching and chess
So I like Chinese I like Chinese I like their tiny little trees Their Zen, their ping-pong, their yin and yang-ese
I like Chinese thought The wisdom that Confucius taught If Darwin is anything to shout about The Chinese will survive us all without any doubt
So I like Chinese I like Chinese They only come up to your knees Yet they're wise and they're witty, and they're ready to please
wo ai Zhongguo ren wo ai Zhongguo ren wo ai Zhongguo ren ni hao ma ni hao ma ni hao ma zai jian
I like Chinese I like Chinese Their food is guaranteed to please A fourteen, a seven, a nine and lychees
I like Chinese I like Chinese I like their tiny little trees Their Zen, their ping-pong, their yin and yang-ese
*Alternate Verse When you hear the doorbell ring (buzz, buzz) When you see the badge of tin (tin, tin) Then you know that junior birdman Has turned his box tops in
Torrey Canyon ((English Version: Torrey Canyon (Mick Harvey) - 1995)
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release: Serge Gainsbourg - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Je suis né Dans les chantiers japonais En vérité, j'appartiens Aux Américains
Une filiale D'une compagnie navale Dont j'ai oublié l'adresse À Los Angeles
Cent vingt mille tonnes de pétrole brut Cent vingt mille tonnes Dans le Torrey Canyon
Aux Bermudes À 30 degrés de latitude Se tient la Barracuda Tankers Corporation Son patron M'a donné en location À l'union Oil company De Californie
Cent vingt mille tonnes de pétrole brut Cent vingt mille tonnes Dans le Torrey Canyon
Si je bats Pavillon du Liberia Le cap'tain et les marins Sont tous italiens Le mazout Dont on m'a rempli les soutes C'est celui du Consortium British Petroleum
Cent vingt mille tonnes espèces de brutes Cent vingt mille tonnes Dans le Torrey Canyon
I Like Beer Composer(s): Tom T. Hall Performer(s): Tom T. Hall and multiple other artists
In some of my songs I have casually mentioned The fact that I like to drink beer But this little song is more to the point so roll out the barrel and lend me your ear
I like beer It makes me a jolly good fellow I like beer It helps me unwind and sometime it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)
Whiskeys too rough Champaign cost too much Vodka puts my mouth in gear This little refrain should help me explain As a matter of fact I like beer (He likes beer)
My wife often frowns when we're out on the town I'm wearing a suit and a tie She's sipping vermouth and she thinks I'm uncouth When I yell as the waiter goes by
I like beer It makes me a jolly good fellow I like beer It helps me unwind and sometime it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)
Last night I dreamed that I'd passed from the scene And I went to a place so sublime All water was clear and it tasted like beer Then they turned it all into wine (awww)
I like beer It makes me a jolly good fellow I like beer It helps me unwind and sometime it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)
Jungman Jansson Composer(s): Dan Andersson Performer(s): Thorstein Bergman
Hej å hå jungman Jansson, redan friskar morgonvinden sista natten rullat undan, och Constantia ska´ gå Har du gråtit med din Stina, har du kysst din mor på kinden har du druckit ur ditt brännvin så sjung hej å hå!
Hej å hå, jungman Jansson, är du rädd din lilla snärta ska bedraga dej, bedraga dej och för en annan slå? Och som morgonstjärnor blinka, säj, så bultar väl ditt hjärta vänd din näsa rätt mot stormen och sjung hej å hå!
Hej å hå, jungman Jansson, kanske ödeslotten faller ej bland kvinnfolk, men bland hajarna i Söderhaven blå? Kanske döden står och lurar bakom trasiga koraller han är hårdhänt, men hederlig, så sjung hej å hå!
Kanske sitter du som gammal på en farm i Alabama medan åren siktas långsamt över tinningarna grå Kanske glömmer du din Stina för en sup i Jokohama det är slarvigt, med mänskligt, så sjung hej å hå!
Bebías coñac de noche en Madrid en el Palace perdida, mi flor, perdida mi niña encantada No debí intentar, no debí pensar, no debí olvidarme que el pasado irrumpe sin protección y sin presentarse sentías piedad, el blues de mis ojos perdidos que extraño mi amor, no se que pasó en el camino
La feliciad fue un lugar hermoso que hicimos juntos Torre de cristal, cielo protector fuera de este mundo Es la misma canción que cuando éramos pibes nos hacía ilusión
Igual el tiempo ya pasó, ya basta de llorar que esta saliendo el sol no debí intentar, no debí pensar, no debí marcharme que el pasado irrumpe sin protección y sin presentarse Es la misma canción que cuando éramos pibes nos hacía ilusión Igual el tiempo ya pasó ya basta de llorar que esta saliendo el sol
I Like Bananas (Because They Have No Bones) Performer(s): Billy Cotton
Standing by the fruit stall on the corner Once I heard a customer complain You never seem to show the fruit we all love so Thats why business hasnt been the same
I dont like your peaches They are full of stones But I like bananas Because they have no bones
Bo-de-o-dont give me tomatoes Cant stand ice cream cones But I like bananas Because they have no bones
No matter where I go With Susie, May or Anna I want the world to know I must have my banana
Cabbages and onions Hurt my singing tones But I like bananas Because they have no bones
Now I dont care for muffins I dont like buttered scones Ah but I like bananas Because they have no bones
I dont like giggling flappers I dont like ancient crones Ah but I like bananas Because they have no bones
In fig leaves and bearskins Which you girls often sip on Why not have banana skins Theyre easy things to slip on
I cant bear tax collectors Especially one who phones Ah but I like bananas Because they have no bones
I dont like a crooner Of the blues he moans But we like bananas Because they have no bones
I dont like politicians Theyre human gramophones We like bananas Because they have no bones
I never cared for drink To me it seems so sinful Though when you come to think Bananas get a skinful
I dont like the bagpipes And I cant stand saxophones We like bananas Because they have no bones
Jungle Queen Composer(s): Maurice Vallet; Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Du fond de ma banlieue Au métro Richelieu Je cavale après toi J'ai sorti ma boussole Et j'avance tout seul Dans ma tête un projet Qui me sert de passeport Les chemins de ton corps C'est ma route de l'or
Jungle queen Jungle queen Jungle queen
Je sais qu't'es bien gardée Entre tes grands gorilles Ton Tarzan gominé Et tous les crocodiles Qui pour toi Tous les singes, tous les lions Les tribus d'la nation Et tous ceux qui m'appellent L'idiot de la forêt
Jungle queen Jungle queen Jungle queen Tu danseras pour moi J'veux monter dans les lianes de tes bras Je t'aurai pour moi J'veux dormir dans les arbres de tes bras
Jungle queen Jungle queen Jungle queen
Les pièges sont tendus Ma piste est minée J'entends bien le tam-tam Tu vas bientôt danser Devant tous tes esclaves Tu vas faire tous les jeux L'amour la mort la femme Moi j'vais foutre le feu À toute cette forêt
Jungle queen Jungle queen Jungle queen
Je t'aurai pour moi Jungle queen Tu régneras pour moi Jungle queen Je t'aurai pour moi Jungle queen Tu régneras pour moi Jungle queen
Danse, danse pour moi Jungle queen, danse Jungle queen
Eu fui no Tororó Beber água, não achei Achei bela morena Que no Tororó deixei Pra que, morena Ah, pra que carinho Ah, pra que desejo Pra acabar sozinho
Antes da mulher Era o homem só Era sem querer Era sem amor Era sem penar Era sem suor Era sem mulher Era bem melhor
Deus fez a fêmea e depois Que ela encorpou, nunca mais Que um mais um foram dois E caíram de quatro os animais E tome praga no arroz Rebelião nos currais Ficou o homem feroz E estranhou seus iguais
Antes da mulher Era um dissabor Era um desprazer Que fazia dó Homem sem mulher Era quase um pó Que ficava em pé Era um saco só
Dentro da fêmea Deus pôs Lagos e grutas, canais Carnes e curva e cós Seduções e pecados infenais Em nome dela, depois Criou perfumes, cristais O campo de girassóis E as noites de paz
Tornerai Composer(s): Nino Rastelli - Dino Olivieri Performer(s): Dalida - 1976 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1976 - J'attendrai (Rina Ketty) 1976 - Komm Zurück (Dalida) 1976 - Volverás (Dalida)
Tornerai da me perché l'unico sogno sei Del mio cuor Tornerai Tu perché senza i tuoi Baci languidi non vivro Passa il tempo e tu Dove sei con chi sei Tu non pensi a noi Ma io so che da me Tornerai
Tornerai Da me Perché l'unico sogno sei Del mio cuor Tornerai Tu perché Seuza i tuoi Baci languidi non vivro
Passa il tempo e tu Dove sei con chi sei Tu non pensi a noi Ma io so che da me tornerai
La notte e i giorno Tu non ci sei Vicino a me coi sogni miei Dimmi quand'é che tornerai Tornerai Da me Perché l'unico sogno sei Del mio cuor
Tornerai Tu perché Senza i tuoi Baci languidi non vivro Passa il tempo e tu Dove sei con chi sei Tu non pensi a noi Ma io so che da me tornerai Ma io so che da me tornerai
Passa il tempo e tu Dove sei con chi sei Tu non pensi a noi Ma io so che da me Tornerai
I Lift Up My Finger And I Say "Tweet Tweet" Performer(s): Leslie Sarony
I lift up my finger and I say "Tweet tweet, shush shush, now now, come come!" I don't need to linger when I say "Tweet tweet, shush shush, now now, come come!"
When the baby screams and scatters my dreams Do I start to sing or hum? No! I lift up my finger and I say "Tweet tweet, shush shush, now now, come come!"
Jungle Love Composer(s): Greg Douglass; Lonnie Turner Performer(s): The Steve Miller Band; and various other artists
I met you on somebody's island You thought you had known me before I brought you a crate of papaya They waited all night by your door You probably wouldn't remember I probably couldn't forget Jungle love in the surf in the pouring rain Everything's better when wet
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad It's makin' me crazy Jungle love it's drivin' me mad It's makin' me crazy
But lately you live in the jungle I never see you alone But we need some definite answers So I thought I would write you a poem The question to everyone's answer Is usually asked from within But the patterns of the rain And the truth they contain Have written my life on your skin
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad It's makin' me crazy Jungle love it's drivin' me mad It's makin' me crazy
You treat me like I was your ocean You swim in my blood when it's warm My cycles of circular motion Protect you and keep you from harm You live in a world of illusion Where everything's peaches and cream We all face a scarlet conclusion But we spend our time in a dream
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad It's makin' me crazy Jungle love it's drivin' me mad It's makin' me crazy
Jungle love it's drivin' me mad It's makin' me crazy Jungle love it's drivin' me mad It's makin' me crazy
Jungle Boogie Composer(s): Ronald Bell; Kool & The Gang Performer(s): Kool & The Gang
Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down
Jungle Boogie Jungle Boogie (Get It On) Jungle Boogie Jungle Boogie (Get It On) Jungle Boogie Jungle Boogie Jungle Boogie (Get Down With The Boogie) Jungle Boogie (Come & Shake It Around)
Jungle Boogie (Help & Get Down) Jungle Boogie (Boogie Baby) Jungle Boogie (The Boogie) Jungle Boogie (Uhhuhuhhhu) Jungle Boogie (Get Down) Jungle Boogie (Get Boogie) Jungle Boogie (Let Me Jump In) Jungle Boogie (Down With The Boogie)
Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down Get Down, Get Down
Uh, Yea Feel The Funk Ya'll Let Me Feel The Load
Get Down With The Boogie I'm Gonna Knock With The Jungle Boogie Get Down Get Down With The Boogie Say Uhgh Get Down Say Uhgh Get Down Say Ugh Till You Feel It Ya'll Get Down Ya'll Get Down Get Funky Ya'll With The Get Down
Torn Between Two Lovers Composer(s): Peter Yarrow - Phillip Jarrel Performer(s): Mary MacGregor and multiple other artists
There are times when a woman has to say what's on her mind Even though she knows how much it's gonna hurt Before I say another world let me tell you:
I love you Let me hold you close and say these words as gently as I can There's been another man that I've needed and I've loved But that doesn't mean I love you less And he knows he can't possess me And he knows he never will There's just this empty place inside of me That only he can fill
Torn between two lovers Feeling like a fool Loving both of you is breaking all the rules Torn between two lovers Feeling like a fool Loving you both is breaking all the rules
You mustn't think you failed me Just because there's someone else You were the first real love I ever had And all the things I ever said I swear they still are true For no one else can have the part of me I gave to you
Torn between two lovers Feeling like a fool Loving both of you is breaking all the rules Torn between two lovers Feeling like a fool Loving you both is breaking all the rules
I couldn't really blame you if you turned and walked away But with everything I feel inside I'm asking you to stay
Torn between two lovers Feeling like a fool Loving both of you is breaking all the rules Torn between two lovers Feeling like a fool Loving you both is breaking all the rules
Torn between two lovers Feeling like a fool Loving both of you is breaking all the rules Torn between two lovers Feeling like a fool Loving you both is breaking all the rules...
I Let A Song Go Out Of My Heart Composer(s): Duke Ellington; Irving Mills; Henry Nemo; John Redmond First release by: Duke Ellington and His Orch. - 1938 Covered by multiple other artists
I let a song go out of my heart It was the sweetest melody I know I lost heaven 'cause you were the song
Since you and I have drifted apart Life doesn't mean a thing to me Please come back, sweet music, I know I was wrong
Am I too late to make amends? You know that we were meant to be more than just friends, just friends
I let a song go out of my heart Believe me, darlin', when I say I won't know sweet music until you return some day
I let a song go out of my heart Believe me, darlin', when I say I won't know sweet music until you return some day
Junge, Komm Bald Wieder Composer(s): Lotar Olias; Walter Rothenburg Performer(s): Freddy Quinn; Heidi Kabel; Mantovani
Junge, komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus Junge, fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus Ich mach mir Sorgen, Sorgen um Dich Denk auch an morgen, denk auch an mich Junge, komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus Junge, fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus
Wohin die Seefahrt mich im Leben trieb ich weiß noch heute, was mir Mutter schrieb in jedem Hafen kam ein Brief an Bord und immer schrieb sie: Bleib nicht so lange fort!
Junge, komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus Junge, fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus
Ich weiß noch, wie die erste Fahrt verlief ich schlich mich heimlich fort, als Mutter schlief Als sie erwachte, war ich auf dem Meer Im ersten Brief stand: Komm doch bald wieder her!
Junge, komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus Junge, fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus Ich mach mir Sorgen, Sorgen um Dich Denk auch an morgen, denk auch an mich Junge, komm bald wieder, bald wieder nach Haus Junge, fahr nie wieder, nie wieder hinaus
Torn And Frayed Composer(s): Mick Jagger - Keith Richards First recording/First release: The Rolling Stones - 1971/1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Hey let him follow you down Way underground wind and he's bound Bound to follow you down Just a dead beat right off the street Bound to follow you down Well the ballrooms and smelly bordellos And dressing rooms filled with parasites On stage the band has got problems They're a bag of nerves on first nights He ain't tied down to no home town Yeah, and he thought he was wreckless You think he's bad, he thinks you're mad Yeah, and the guitar player gets restless
And his coat is torn and frayed It's seen much better days Just as long as the guitar plays Let it steal your heart away Let it steal your heart away
Joe's got a cough, sounds kind a rough Yeah, and the codeine to fix it Doctor prescribes, drug store supplies Who's gonna help him to kick it
Well his coat is torn and frayed It`s seen much better days Just as long as the guitar plays Let it steal your heart away Let it steal your heart away
