Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Een Beetje Tederheid ((Adapted from: Try A Little Tenderness (Ray Noble and His Orch.) - 1932/1933)) Composer(s): Harold Woods - Jimmy Campbell - Reginald Connelly - Raymond van Het Groenewoud Performer(s): Raymond van Het Groenewoud - 1998
Oh, ze mag dan triest zijn En meisjes, ze kunnen triest zijn Stervend van plotse eenzaamheid Maar wanneer ze triest is Probeer een beetje tederheid
Je weet, ze zit te wachten Vruchteloos zit ze te smachten Naar de diepste, diepste, diepste geborgenheid Maar terwijl ze zit te wachten Ga naar haar en geef een beetje tederheid
Nee, nee, nee, dit is geen domme smartlap, oh, nee Het is pijn, niemand voelt haar aan En één lief woordje, zacht voor haar gesproken Dat maakt het draaglijker, draaglijker in haar bestaan
Het zal je niet berouwen, o nee Ze zal het steeds onthouden Liefde, dat is hun hele zaligheid En eigenlijk, t is al zo simpel Al wat je moet doen Dat is geven, ja geven Een beetje, een beetje tederheid
Je moet haar helpen, strelen, verwarmen, omarmen Ga naar haar, oh, en geef een beetje tederheid Ja ja, ze heeft het nodig, ze heeft het nodig Luister naar mij
Je moet haar helpen, strelen, verwarmen, omarmen Ga naar haar, zachtjes, oh, en geef een beetje tederheid Ah, niemand, niemand ziet haar graag! Oh, luister
Je moet haar helpen, strelen, verwarmen, omarmen Ga! Ga dan toch! Ga! En geef een beetje tederheid Oh, helpen, helpen
Eh Ben ((Adapted from: Hey There (John Raitt) - 1954)) ((Danish Version: Hey There (Gustav Winckler) - 1964)) Composer(s): Jerry Ross - Richard Adler - A. Lesser Performer(s): Dalida - 1956
Eh ben! Toi qui te croyais si forte Toi qui semblais si sur de toi Qu'es ce qu'il t'arrive là
Eh ben! Voila que soudain tu t'emportes Et tu te vois déjà dans ses bras Lui qui n'a pas un regard pour toi Allons oublie le Lui et son rire dans les yeux Lui qui s'amuse avec ton cur Lui et ses airs vainqueur
Tu n'y vois donc plus clair Tu n'es donc plus sur terre Je voudrais que tu te réveilles Mais je vois bien que mes conseils Dés qu'ils entrent par une oreille S'en vont par l'autre
Tu n'y vois donc plus clair Tu n'es donc plus sur terre Je voudrais que tu te réveilles Mais je vois bien que mes conseils Dés qu'ils entrent par une oreille S'en vont par l'autre
Try A Little Kindness Composer(s): Bobby Austin - Curt Sapaugh First release: Glen Campbell - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
If you see your brother standing by the road With a heavy load from the seeds he's sowed And if you see your sister falling by the way Just stop and stay you're going the wrong way
You got to try a little kindness Yes show a little kindness Just shine your light for everyone to see And if you try a little kindness Then you'll overlook the blindness Of narrow-minded people on the narrow-minded streets
Don't walk around the down and out Lend a helping hand instead of doubt And the kindness that you show every day Will help someone along their way
You got to try a little kindness Yes show a little kindness Just shine your light for everyone to see And if you try a little kindness Then you'll overlook the blindness Of narrow-minded people on the narrow-minded streets
You got to try a little kindness Yes show a little kindness Just shine your light for everyone to see And if you try a little kindness Then you'll overlook the blindness Of narrow-minded people on the narrow-minded streets
Egyptland Performer(s): Bartley Costello - W. Casey
Drift o'ver the sun kissed desert Stop where the old Nile flows There's where my heart is roaming There's where I left my rose Pretty as Cleopatra, mild as the summer breeze Egypt I dwell in your land Tho' far across the seas
To pyramids and sand dunes Wonders of puny man Nightly with joy I wander In a dream caravan Seated high on my camel Free as the very air But I wake from dreaming And sigh that I'm not there
Egypt land Land of my river Nile Life with you made living well worth while Egypt land, keep the rose I left there faithful And I'll be true To you my Egypt land
Well, it comes down to this She's caught on to the clues now He's got the news He understands She's not all wrapped up in the palm of his hand Juliet, she won't come down Her head's high in the castle Her heart's underground It's as if, she didn't know The truth about Romeo The truth about Ro-o-Romeo
Nighthawks at the diner
Emma's 49er
There's a rendezvous of strangers
Around the coffee urn tonight
All the gypsy hacks and the insomniacs
Now the paper's been read
Now the waitress said
Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
What kind of pie?
It's a graveyard charade it's a late shift masquerade
And it's 2 for a quarter, dime for a dance
Woolworth rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideway's glance
Now the register rings
Now the waitress sings
Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
What kind of pie?
The classified section offers no direction
It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
Now the touch of your fingers
Lingers burning in my memory
I've been 86ed from your scheme
Now I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
Now I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
Now the lead pipe morning fall
Now the waitress call
Eggs and sausage, now a side of toast
Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
And now what kind of pie?
À la mode if you will
Just come in and join the crowd
Have some time to kill
See I just come in to join the crowd
Have some time to kill
Just come in to join the crowd
'Cause I have some time to kill
Trusting My Luck Composer(s): Arthur Johnston - Maurice Sigler Performer(s): Jessie Matthews
Pardon me if I seem optimistic Excuse me please if I seem light and gay For, you see, I have a few suspicions That everything will turn out quite OK
And so Im trusting my luck Ive got my fingers crossed Ive got a hunch my honeybunch cares for me Im trusting my luck true love is never lost Ive got a heart and hes got the lock and key Im getting my keepsake On the honeymoon sweepstake So whenever my luck breaks It better be good, knock on wood Im trusting my luck, Ill keep my fingers crossed And almost guarantee That my honeybunch cares for me
And so Im trusting my luck Ive got my fingers crossed Ive got a hunch my honeybunch cares for me Im trusting my luck true love is never lost Ive got a heart and hes got the lock and key Im getting my keepsake On the honeymoon sweepstake So whenever my luck breaks It better be good, knock on wood Im trusting my luck, Ill keep my fingers crossed And almost guarantee That my honeybunch cares for me
I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For Composer(s): Bono; The Edge; Adam Clayton; Larry Mullen First release by: U2 - 1987 Covered by multiple other artists
I have climbed highest mountain I have run through the fields Only to be with you Only to be with you
I have run I have crawled I have scaled these city walls These city walls Only to be with you
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lips Felt the healing in her fingertips It burned like fire This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels I have held the hand of a devil It was warm in the night I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
I believe in the kingdom come Then all the colors will bleed into one Bleed into one Well yes I'm still running
You broke the bonds and you Loosed the chains Carried the cross Of my shame Of my shame You know I believed it
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for But I still haven't found what I'm looking for...
Last night
I saw a fire burning on
The palace lawn
O'er the land
The humble subjects watched in mixed
Emotion
Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy
Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy
Last night
I saw the fire spreadin' to
The palace door
Silent majority
Weren't keepin' quiet
Anymore
Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy
Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy
Last night
I saw the fire spreadin' to
The country side
In the mornin'
Few were left to watch
The ashes die
Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy
Who is burnin'?
Who is burnin'?
Effigy
Why?
Why?
Why?
Effigy
I Still Have That Other Girl Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Elvis Costello Performer(s): Elvis Costello; Burt Bacharach; Bill Frisell
I have to say that we should finish it now Before we weaken cause we already know this is wrong I could give in, sometimes I think that I will Despite the temptation I try to be very strong In my reluctance seems a surprise Its not cause I dont want you
But I just Know I must... hesitate
Because I still have that other girl In my head I still have that other girl in my head
There may be ugly rumors that I have been lying There may be angry tears, but Theyre never worth the crying
That is why Sometimes I... hesitate
Because I still have that other girl In my head I still have that other girl in my head I still have that other girl in my head
Effeuille-Moi Le Coeur Composer(s): Johnny Rech - Bernard Ilous
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Effeuille-moi le cur Je me ferai fleur Et tu seras jardinier Effeuille-moi Au lit de ton jardin Je voudrai vivre l'éternité Effeuille-moi le cur Arrête les heures Sur l'histoire de notre amour Effeuille-moi Au lit de notre vie Effeuille-moi Et ce jusqu'au lever du jour Protège-moi du vent, mon amour Protège-moi du temps Protège le encore et longtemps Cet amour Effeuille-moi le cur Tant pis si j'en meure Tant mieux si c'est de tes doigts Effeuille-moi Au lit des souvenirs Effeuille-moi Encore une fois Effeuille-moi le cur Et sèche les pleurs Qui me viennent les jours d'ennui Effeuille-moi Au lit de notre amour Effeuille-moi Et ce jusqu'à la fin de jour
When you're thirsty and no one will fill your cup for you And your well-dressed friends don't want you on their street When you are so far down, the gutter looks like up to you I will still be knealing at your feet I will still be knealing at your feet
When you can't remember where you left your laughter And you forget the definition of your name When your yesterday sets fire to your ever after I'll reach down and pull you from the flames I'll reach down and pull you from the flames
When all the crippled children you give strength too Lay their crutches down and walk away And you realise that all their Mothers hate you I'll be there to hear the things you say I'll be there to hear the things you say
When at last your bitter problems all ignore you And you've come out clean, everything is done And you realise I've been through it all before you Come down and walk beside me in the sun Come down and walk beside me in the sun
I Still Have Dreams Composer(s): Billy Batshore Performer(s): Richie Furay
You can find me When you need me I'll be around You're still on my mind But I guess until This feeling leaves me I'm all alone On the other side Well I still have dreams Where you still love me That probably comes As a surprise But those dreams Seem so foolish When I remember the day You walked right by Is this good-bye I'll never know why We never talked At all about it I don't know why Don't know whose fault Soon I'll be gone And for a long time
And too far gone To work it all out Well I still have dreams Where you still love me That probably comes As a surprise But those dreams Seem so foolish When I remember the day You walked right by When I remember the day You walked right by
El otoño es más gris en Luján Poesía en los techos sin luz Hay que ver los naranjos en flor conqueteándole a la Cruz del Sur Un racimo de lunas allá, lejos... Busca al río y lo besa de azul, cielo... Y en las Torres de la Catedral ¡Estas tú! ¡Estas tú! ¡Estas tú...! Cantarina la brisa en Luján juguetea en la plaza Colón Crepitando su magia el fogón hacia Las Casuarinas me voy Sin guitarra te puedo cantar, siempre... Sin tu boca te puedo besar hondo... Porque dentro de mi alma y mi voz Estas tú! Estas tú! Estas tú...! Tengo una canción para tu almohada ¡Voz y piel! ¡Voz y piel! Soy un pino alerce, una arbolada ¡Casi un Dios! ¡Casi un Dios! Como una paloma luz de luna te amaré sangre de mi sangre en las orejas de tu sed pampa de mi pampa, sueño sur, jazmín azul ¡Solo tú! ¡Solo tú! ¡Solo tú...! El otoño es más gris en Luján amarillo y violeta de mar campanario que en su repicar llora el verde de la catedral Mil colores me inundan la voz ¡Viento! Si te hablara de olvido y de adiós, miento todos saben que en mi corazón ¡Estas tú! ¡Estas tú! ¡Estas tú...! El tumulto de la procesión empapada llovizna de fe cobijándome bajo el ombú te contemplo y deseo a la vez Se desangra en el río otro dios, ciego... No es el dios que en tus ojos me dio celos Mas allá de los dioses y el sol ¡Estás tú! ¡Estás tú! ¡Estás tú...!
Eerste Liefde Composer(s): W. Lam - C. Lühr - Nelly Byl
Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Een man is een man En wanneer een meisje eventjes maar in zijn ogen kijkt Raakt hij zij zinnen kwijt
Zo word je duizend maal bekoord Maar verliefd zijn is een ander woord
Want je denkt toch altijd terug aan je eerste liefde Ook al zie je haar nooit weer je eerste liefde Vergeet je nooit meer
Als je beweert 'k Hou van bruine ogen, lang zijden haar en donkere huid Weet je wat dat beduidt Dat je daarin iets wedervindt Van 't eerste meisje dat je hebt bemind
Want je denkt toch altijd terug aan je eerste liefde Ook al zie je haar nooit weer je eerste liefde Vergeet je nooit meer
Heel je leven lang In elk avontuurtje zoek je vergeefs Naar 't enige beeld dat in je zinnen speelt Al is je hart nog zo ontrouw Toch hou je maar van een enkele vrouw
Want je denkt toch altijd terug aan je eerste liefde Ook al zie je haar nooit weer je eerste liefde Vergeet je nooit meer
Éloïse ((Adapted from: Eloise (Barry Ryan) - 1968)) Composer(s): Paul Ryan - Vline Buggy - Claude François Performer(s): Claude François - 1968
Chaque nuit je suis là Elle sait que je suis là Je suis d'ailleurs toujours là A l'attendre Est-il possible de tant souffrir sans pouvoir en mourir Ni même en rire Ni même se défendre? Et chaque nuit j'attends misérablement Eloïse, Eloïse
Tu sais que je suis fou, oui Je sais je fais pitié Oh ça m'est égal, mais réponds-moi, réponds-moi!
Et je regarde le ciel mes yeux mouillés se voilent Je plonge dans les nuages Je m'accroche aux étoiles Et je me perds je tournoie dans les airs Et je contourne la lune Soudain je tombe sur terre Je suis tout seul j'ai mal, je supplie et je crie Eloïse, Eloïse
Tu es à moi, je sais que tu viendras, tu viendras...
Si Eloïse pouvait comprendre tout ce que j'ai à lui donner Mon Eloïse tu vas m'entendre Tu vas venir Tu vas rester
Et pourtant le temps passe Les nuits deviennent plus froides L'été devient l'hiver La vie devient un enfer Mon coeur devient tout noir Et je m'habille de désespoir Ma tête explose Ma vie se décompose M'entendras-tu avant que je ne disparaisse vraiment? Eloïse, Eloïse
Personne n'a souffert autant que moi Tu es à moi tu me reviendras Personne n'a le droit de te garder, te garder! Je suis le seul qui peut t'aimer Le seul Qui peut t'aimer Le seul Moi, toi, toi, toi, toi, mon Eloïse Oh je t'appelle Puisque je t'aime Non, non, non, non, non Mon Eloïse Reviens-moi vite Il faut que tu revienne Non, non, non, non, non...
