Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Watermelon Weather Composer(s): Hoagy Carmichael - Paul Francis Webster Performer(s): Perry Como and multiple other artists
It's watermelon weather That summer kind of weather When people get together and sing
It's the time of year The stars seem to dance with laughter And the moon's so big and ripe It can hardly climb
So, why don't you meander To your best gal's veranda And sorta, kinda, hand her the ring?
For it's the sweetheart kissin' season And all the world's in rhyme When it's watermelon sweet love tellin' time
This is the time to sing this kind of purdy little ditty A walkin' along an' singin' a song and clinging to someone purdy The type of a tune to go with the moon That's sailin' along a way on high
After strollin' a while, for maybe a mile Remember to stop and pop the question If your timin' is right, your future is bright As bright as a watermelon sky
And then when you found a bench for two You found your cue to linger The chance you sought to show what you bought You happily thought to bring her
To cinch the thing, you give her the ring You purchased from the five and dime
Take her in your arms and whisper That you are mine all mine And with that line to sell, I'm here to tell That you'll do well in watermelon time
For it's the sweetheart kissin' season And all the world's in rhyme When it's watermelon sweet love tellin' time
Jo Juce Adapted from: Hier Encore - 1964 Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Svetislav Vukovic Performer(s): Dragan Stojnic - 1970
Titles In Other Languages: 1969 - Yesterday, When I Was Young 1970 - Gestern War Die Welt Noch Neu 1970 - Ieri Sì 1971 - Kdy Jsem Já Byl Tenkrát Kluk 1978 - Hvor Tiden Går 2008 - Eeuwig Jong
Svijet, nas je svijet bio plavo nebo cisto poslije tebe nista nece biti isto Jos trenutak sa mnom budi drugi dani, drugi ljudi vec sutra bice tu nijemi, pored nas.
Dan, nas je dan bio samo luda igra poslije tebe na mom licu prva briga Ti jos nista nisi rekla ali suza vec je pekla i sutra bices ti sama k'o i ja.
Juce jos, juce jos nismo znali sta nas ceka jer je nosila nas rijeka juce jos, ja i ti
Juce jos, juce jos kako godine prolete ti si bila samo dijete juce jos, juce jos
Juce jos, juce jos nisam znao sto su suze al' mi ljubav neko uze juce jos, ja i ti
Juce jos, juce jos ali blizila se zima pramen magle, pramen dima juce jos, juce jos.....
Kelly Composer(s): Maron McKenzie; Del Shannon Performer(s): Del Shannon;
Wayne Gibson & The Dynamic Sounds; Tony Kelling & The Graduates; Daniel O'Donnell
Kelly and I meet secretly We stay out of sight When we're in each others arms We know it isn't right
We are so in love But he loves you too How can I tell my best friend That I'm in love with you
He's told me of your sweet caress And of your lovely eyes Just how long can we go on Telling him all these lies
We are so in love But he loves you too How can I tell my best friend That I'm in love with you
Oh, Kelly, please, please tell me We gotta find a way Tell me what can we say Oh, Kelly
He's coming home tomorrow He's been gone so long We could get away tonight To run would be so wrong
We are so in love But he loves you too How can I tell my best friend That I'm in love with you
Oh, Kelly, please, please tell me We gotta find a way Tell me what can we say Oh, Kelly Oh, Kelly Oh, Kelly Oh....... Fade
Alone At Last Composer(s): John Lehman
Performer(s): Jackie Wilson
Alone at last, you and I
Together locked in a sigh
The musics soft, lights are low
The mood is one all lovers know
Oh, my darling at last we are one
The trip to heavens begun
I kiss your fingertips, your eyes, your lips
Oh what exciting moments we share when were
All alone at last
Oh, my darling, at last, you and I
Together locked in a sigh
The music's soft, lights are low
The mood is one all lovers know
Oh, my darling at last we are one
The trip to heavens begun
I kiss your fingertips, your eyes, your lips
Oh what exciting moments we share when were
All alone at last
Gestern War Die Welt Noch Neu Adapted from: Hier Encore - 1964 Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Volauvent Performer(s): Karel Gott - 1970
Titles In Other Languages: 1969 - Yesterday, When I Was Young 1970 - Ieri Sì 1970 - Jo Juce 1971 - Kdy Jsem Já Byl Tenkrát Kluk 1978 - Hvor Tiden Går 2008 - Eeuwig Jong
Gestern war das Leben neu Der Blick ins erste Licht der Welt noch ohne Scheu Die ersten Schritte leicht An meiner Mutterhand Die Märchen waren wahr Am Weg durchs Kinderland
Ja, gestern noch, da war Die Nacht für uns so blau Der erste Kuss war frisch Wie junger Morgentau Wie Süsse wirklich war Wir wussten nichts davon Wir trampen in die Wand Und ohne Illusion
Gestern war die Welt noch weit Wir wollten so viel tun Und waren so bereit Die Lieder, die wir sangen Schienen uns so neu Die Wege, die wir vor uns sahen Ein Spiel im Mai
Wir hatten noch ein Ziel Wir wollten nur weit fort Die Angst war uns noch fremd Und Heimweh nur ein Wort Die Fragen und die Träume Sagten wir dem Wind Und dachten nicht daran Wie schnell die Zeit errinnt
Gestern noch war alles leicht Wir konnten nichts verlieren Denn es war nichts erreicht Wir waren nie allein Das Herz lag vor uns her Ein bunter Schmetterling Im Sommersonnenschein
Und jeder neue Tag War nur ein neues Spiel Brach dann und wann ein Herz So fragten wir nicht viel Wir fingen vieles an Und glaubten fest daran Und liessen es dann sein Ein Spielzeug und nicht mehr
Doch plötzlich sehen wir uns Erschreckt im Licht Das Leben scheint vorbei Wir zahlen mit Verzicht Und denken still dabei Das ist der Preis für das Was gestern war
Gestern war die Welt noch weit Wir wollten so viel tun Und waren so bereit Die Fragen und die Träume Sagten wir dem Wind Und dachten nicht daran Wie schnell die Zeit errinnt
Voor een land zonder strijd Voor een hemel zonder wolken Voor een nieuwe tijd Zou ik de stad willen bevolken Met mensen zonder haat of nijd
Ken je dat land, m'n allerliefste Met z'n hemel van kristal Zon op wijde groene velden en iedere avond bal Waar wij dansen
Ken je dat land, m'n allerliefste Ken je dat land zo ver van hier
En een leven van goud Zonder leugens, zonder tranen En jij die van mij houdt Zou ik voeren door groene lanen 'k Had m'n huis van glas gebouwd
Ken je dat land, m'n allerliefste Geluk en vrede voor altijd Waar we samen kunnen dwalen Zonder tijd voor tijd, samen dwalen
Ken je dat land, m'n allerliefste Ken je dat land zo ver van hier
Voor de zoemende zee Voor een glimlach zonder tanden Voor een nieuw idee Daar zou ik jou op bei mij handen Voor willen dragen met me mee
Ken je dat land, m'n allerliefste Met dat altijd groene bos Waar altijd de vogels zingen En wij slapen op het mos Zonder wapens, zonder strijden Zonder zonden, zonder lijden Ah, zonder haat, zonder nijd
Ken je dat land, m'n allerliefste Ken je dat land zo ver van hier
Ken je dat land, ken je dat land Oh, ken je dat land zo ver van hier Ken je dat land, m'n allerliefste Ken je dat land Oh, ken je dat land zo ver van hier Ken je dat land, m'n allerliefste Ken je dat land, ken je dat land Ken je dat land zo ver van hier
They don't make 'em like that anymore Stopped makin' that model 'bout fourty-four Skin as soft as kitten's fur Lord, I remember makin' love to her
Warm July night, cold December dawn She was the someone you could rely upon Yes, she's still walking, talking to my memory I wonder does she ever wonder, oh, what's become of me
'Cause you know, they don't make 'em like her anymore They still make 'em like me by the score Fools livin' in a hindsight world Keepin' the oyster, throwin' away the pearl
Warm July night, cold December dawn She was the someone you could rely upon She's still walkin', talkin' to my memory And I wonder if she ever wonders, oh, what's become of me
But you know, they don't make 'em like that anymore Stopped makin' that model 'bout fourty-four Skin as soft as kitten's fur Lord, I remember makin' love to her
But they don't make 'em like that anymore Stopped makin' that model 'bout fourty-four Skin as soft as kitten's fur...
Kentucky Composer(s): Karl Davis Performer(s): The Everly Brothers; and various other artists
Kentucky... You are the dearest land outside of Heaven to me Kentucky I miss your laurels and your redbud trees When I die... I want to rest upon your graceful mountains so free For that is.... Where God will look for me
Kentucky I miss the old folks singing in the silvery moonlight Kentucky I miss the hound dogs chasing coons I know that.... My Mother, Dad, and sweetheart are waiting for me... Kentucky I will be coming soon
Iedereen helpt jou van alles af Iedereen helpt jou van wieg tot graf Iedereen helpt jou tot je straf Iedereen helpt jou, je bent bekaf
Iedereen legt z'n eigen leven op je schouder Iedereen legt jouw eigen leven naast zich neer Iedereen maakt jouw eigen jeugd weer een dag ouder Iedereen maakt jouw eigen vreugde tot verweer
Iedereen houdt jou van alles voor Iedereen houdt jou in eigen koor Iedereen houdt jou aan z'n eigen oor Iedereen houdt jou in z'n eigen spoor
Iedereen zegt altijd eerlijk wat-ie vindt Iedereen zegt alles heel eerlijk in vertrouwen Iedereen vlecht je haren want je bent een kind Iedereen strijkt jouw hemd en broek in eigen vouwen
Iedereen wil jou op eigen grond Iedereen wil jou mond op mond Iedereen wil jou als een eigen hond Iedereen wil dat je niet bestond
Kom, leg je eigen leven nu maar op m'n schouder Kom, leg je eigen leven nu maar bij mij neer Kom in m'n armen want het wordt een dagje kouder Kom, want de anderen krijgen mooi het heen en weer
Iedereen wil jou voor zich alleen Iedereen wil jou om zich heen Iedereen wil jou in 't algemeen Iedereen gooit jou als een dobbelsteen
Kom, leg je leven nu maar op m'n schouder Kom, leg de buitenwereld nu maar naast je neer Kom, leg je eigen leven nu maar op je schouder Kom, leg de buitenwereld nu maar eens een keer naast je neer!
Kentucky Babe Composer(s): Adam Geibel; Richard Henry Buck Performer(s): Maxine Sullivan; The Chordettes; Bing Crosby; Deborah Henson-Conant; Silk City
Skeeters am a hummin' on the honeysuckle vine sleep Kentucky Babe!
Sandman am a comin' to this little child of mine sleep Kentucky Babe!
Silvery moon am a shinin' on de heavens up above bobolink am pinin' for his little lady love . . .
You is might lucky Babe of old Kentucky close your eyes in sleep . . . and fly away fly away Kentucky Babe fly away to rest, fly away lay your cy woolly head on your mammy's breast hmm, hmmm, edah la da da dee close your eyes in sleep!
The Entertainer Composer(s): Scott Joplin - Oscar Brown Jr. Performer(s): Oscar Brown Jr.
Were there any who cared a cuss The day the ragtime piano man died Were there many who sobbed and sighed As they carted him on his final ride
Was there much of a damn they gave About this talented son of a slave When the brother passed on, another coloured man gone Without a marker to put on his grave
Were there any who truly knew What made the black entertainer so blue The depression he fell into Over dreams that were never comin' true
Was there much of a damn they gave About this talented son of a slave When the brother passed on, another coloured man gone Without a marker to put on his grave
He played his ragtime tunes in honky-tonk saloons Piano music that the public loved to hear Its syncopated beat got them to tappin' their feet Made all their cares and troubles disappear
He had such happy sounds that as he made the rounds The entertainer fin'ly saw his talent pay There for a little while he was livin' in style Makin' the music of the day
Out of his ragtime themes he built ambitious dreams In which his music turned to opera on the stage A mighty work of art he felt with all his heart Ragtime music was the classic of its age
But then a change of taste laid all his dreams to waste The fickle punblic found itself another craze There for a little bit he was a pretty big hit But it was just a passin' phase
Were there any that felt the pain That drove the black entertainer insane A frustration that racked his brain Just to think all that work had been in vain
Was there much of a damn they gave About this talented son of a slave When the brother passed on, anotrher nigger just gone Without a marker to put on his grave
Born ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime From a chronic condition caused by the lack of recognition Born ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime Beaten by an ambition for which he couldn't raise a dime
Born in eighteen-sixty-eight, died in nineteen-seventeen Scott Joplin, whose music won a Motion Picture Academy Award Fifty-six years after he was layed in an unmarked grave Ahead of his time, died while yet in his prime Beaten by an ambition for which he couldn't raise a dime
Where were all the mans, he was an entertainer Multitude of fans, what an entertainer Those who clapped their hands to hear the entertainer Play the ragtime dance
Tell me where were they, he was an entertainer When he passed away, oh, what an entertainer There for a while he was livin' in style Makin' the music of the day
Where were all the mans, he was an entertainer Multitude of fans, oh, what an entertainer Those who clapped their hands to hear the entertainer Play the ragtime dance
Tell me where were they, he was an entertainer When he passed away, oh, what an entertainer There for a bit he was really a hit But it was... what can I say
Idylle Philoménale Composer(s): René Rivedoux Performer(s): Yves Montand
Quand j'ai croisé la martine C'était par un beau matin J'allais ach'ter des bottines Et lui trouvais très beau teint Nous partîmes en limousine Visiter le Limousin Après comme on le devine Ma p'tite femme elle devint
Ma concierge qui est amène Tous les matins m'serr' la main Mêm' qu'au moment des étrennes Dans ses bras elle m'étreint Cela m'attire des scènes Que je suppose à dessein Pour ne pas qu'ma Philomène Un beau jour ne m'file aux mains
Son manteau de ballerine Gentiment lui bat les reins Sa robe de percaline Lui vient de son père câlin Pendant que je me surmène Dans un travail surhumain Elle arpente l'av'nue du Maine En t'nant son fichu d'une main
Comm' j'ai un chien et une chienne Qui me vienn'nt d'un autrichien Ma p'tit femm' qui est vosgienne Me dit: "Pour él'ver vos chiens Vous aurez beaucoup de peine Car au pays transalpin J'ai connu un' helvétienne Qu'a jamais pu él'ver l'sien" Et voilà!
Kentucky Bluebird (aka "Message To Martha" or Message To Michael) German Title: Kleine Treue Nachtigall Composer(s): Burt Bacharach; Hal David Performer(s): Lou Johnson and various other artists (Originally performed by: Jerry Butler - 1964)
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Martha, message to Martha She sings each night in some café In her search to find wealth and fame I hear Martha has gone and changed her name
It's a year since she was here Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Martha, message to Martha Tell her I love her more each day As the train pulled out down the track Martha promised she'd soon be coming back
Oh, tell her how my heart just breaks in two Since she journeyed far And even though her dreams of fame fell through To me she will always be a star
Spread your wings for New Orleans Kentucky bluebird, fly away And take a message to Martha, message to Martha Tell her to start for home today When you find her please let her know Rich or poor, I will always love her so
The Donovans Composer(s): Francis Fahy - Alicia Adelaide Needham Performer(s): Bing Crosby, Barry Fitzgerald & Ann Blyth
Well if you would like to see The height of hospitality The cream of kindly welcome And the core of cordiality The joys of all the olden times You're wishin' to recall again Come down to Donovans And there you'll meet them all again
Oh, céad mile fáilte They'll greet you down at Donovans As cheery as the springtime As Irish as the conovan The wish of my heart is If ever I had anyone That ev'ry luck that lightens life May light upon the Donovan
As soon as e're you lift the latch The little ones are meetin' you And as soon as you're beneath the thatch Kindly looks are greetin' you Scarcely are you ready To be holdin' out the ?????????? When down by the fireside You're sittin' in the midst of them
(Oh, céad mile fáilte) (They greet you at Donovans) As cheery as the springtime As Irish as the conovan (The wish of my heart is) (If ever I had anyone) That ev'ry luck that lightens life May light upon the Donovan
(Hey!)
(Hey! Hey!)
(Hey!)
(Donovans!)
Well, then when you rise to go it's "Hah, hah, hah, now then, sit down again" "Isn't it a haste you're in" and "Won't you soon come round again, hmmmm" Your cobeen and your overcoat You'd better pull it stray from them T'will take you all your time to try And tear yourself away from them
Oh, céad mile fáilte They'll greet you down at Donovans As cheery as the springtime As Irish as the conovan The wish of my heart is If ever I had anyone That ev'ry luck that lightens life May light upon the Donovan
That ev'ry luck that lightens life May light upon the Donovan
Ídolo De Los Quemados Composer(s): León Gieco; Luis Gurevich Performer(s): León Gieco
Soy mezcla de baguala Internet y tango viejo No hay nada más hermoso que el lunfardo de Rivero Cuando voy con Don Sixto por calles del buen aire jamás nos detenemos a mirar el afichaje Es parte del folkclore Es parte del derroche
Soy mezcla de baguala Internet y tango viejo No hay nada más hermoso que el lunfardo de Rivero
Sueño ir por Buenos Aires y con Sabat tomar un café
para volar un ratito con las alas de Gardel Un sueño del 2001
y del 3000 también
Cuando partí, mi viejo me aconsejó que no viviera en San Miguel, Moreno, Ituzaingó o en Haedo
"Andá directamente donde están los presidentes" Por eso, en Moreno 411 y Defensa en una pensión mugrienta
se alojó este cabeza
Cuando no hay opción, el pueblo sufre y se la banca Y aunque es medio quedado nunca irá para la Plaza La Plaza es de los años y de las madres santas que buscan a sus hijos y los seguirán buscando Es parte de la historia Es parte de la sangre
Le doy una limosna a Martín Fierro y al Quijote que están cansados de luchar pidiendo en Plaza Once No me trates como un Dios soy sólo un bolso que hace shows Extraño a mi vieja en el síndrome del batón Soy un muñeco roto junto a la Biblia y el calefón
Hay un viejo podrido que quemó el jardín florido y tiene un hijo imbécil con la cara de asesino Sabemos que este pueblo aún vive de promesas Las minas argentinas fueron más después de Eva De que las hay, las hay Nunca tendrás tu calle, Alsogaray
Comprame, soy barato canto gratis por los barrios Como no entro en tu target no me pases por tu radio Yo digo cárcel y castigo a corruptos y asesinos Si la ley no alcanza, sos persona que no es grata Me hice ateo, nomás, Videla usó mi Dios para matar
Vos que le echas la culpa a bolivianos y peruanos a los que cortan rutas o están sus tierras reclamando, no seas tan tarado, el que te jode está a tu lado Los diarios le dan tapa y la tele un buen horario se sienta a cualquier mesa a negociar la sangre nueva
Soy un guerrero más de este rock que está quebrado Estoy para el mangazo Soy el ídolo de los quemados No sé muy bien adonde voy misterios tiene la canción Me gusta la tranquilidad de un cementerio viejo Temele a los vivos Nunca te harán daño los muertos
Kentucky Means Paradise Composer(s): Merle Travis Performer(s): Rick Nelson; Glen Campbell; The Green River Boys; Jimmy Dean; Randall Hylton; Roger Bellow; Billy Jack Wills
You take a K and an E N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y And that spells Kentucky And it means paradise
You take a chicken and you kill it And you put it in the skillet And you fry it up a golden brown And that's southern cookin' And that's mighty nice
It don't cover a lot when you look on a map But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap
You take a K and an E N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y And that spells Kentucky And it means paradise
It don't cover a lot when you look on a map But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap
You take a K and an E N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y And that spells Kentucky And it means paradise
It don't cover a lot when you look on a map But I once studied Geography when sittin' in my mammy's lap
You take a K and an E N and a T, a U and a C, K, Y And that spells Kentucky And it means paradise
The Broken Record Composer(s): Cliff Friend - Harry Tobias - Boyd Bunch Performer(s): Guy Lombardo & His Royal Canadians and multiple other artists
My Sweetheart, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous, you're gorgeous tonight That's a song I heard on the phonograph The needle caught on the broken half And kept playing... and saying
My Sweetheart, I kiss you, I kiss you, I kiss you, I kiss you I kiss you, I kiss you tonight All at once I started to think of you The things I've wanted to say and do When we're dancing... romancing
The broken record played on and then The broken record started again
My Sweetheart, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I do Oh, the tune sounds silly I will agree The words sound daffy, but not to me For there's no doubt it's the way I feel about you
Idle Gossip Composer(s): Joseph Meyer; Floyd Huddleston Performer(s): Perry Como; Cliff Richard; Sarah Vaughan
Friends may often come to you with idle gossip Should they say our love is through, that's idle gossip! Let the rumours come an' go, we'll prove to everyone we still carry on as though our love affair has just begun!
Now an' then let's stop an' kiss when we're out walking someone's sure to notice this and they'll start talking! In their idle gossip, they may say that I love you an' this time, idle gossip will be true!
In their idle gossip, they may say that I love you an' this time, idle gossip will be true!
