Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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In The Heart Of Jane Doe Composer(s): James Cavanaugh; Larry Stock Performer(s): Nat King Cole
In the heart of Jane Doe There's a longing I know For that someone that she couldn't hold She was young, young in years to be shedding such tears But the young sometimes never grow old
She took love for granted and that wasn't smart Love taken for granted is apt to depart And now that he's gone Who can tell what goes on in the heart Broken heart of Jane Doe.
She took love for granted and that wasn't smart Love taken for granted is apt to depart And now that he's gone Who can tell what goes on in the heart Broken heart of Jane Doe And I wonder does she know he still loves her so
Nathalie English Title: Natalia Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; and various other artists
La place Rouge était vide Devant moi marchait Nathalie Il avait un joli nom, mon guide Nathalie... La place Rouge était blanche La neige faisait un tapis Et je suivais par ce froid dimanche Nathalie... Elle parlait en phrases sobres De la révolution d'octobre Je pensais déjà Qu'après le tombeau de Lénine On irait au café Pouchkine Boire un chocolat... La place Rouge était vide Je lui pris son bras, elle a souri Il avait des cheveux blonds, mon guide Nathalie... Nathalie Dans sa chambre à l'université Une bande d'étudiants L'attendait impatiemment On a ri, on a beaucoup parlé Ils voulaient tout savoir, Nathalie traduisait Moscou, les plaines d'Ukraine Et les Champs-Élysées On a tout mélangé et on a chanté Et puis ils ont débouché En riant à l'avance Du champagne de France Et on a dansé... La, la la... Et quand la chambre fut vide Tous les amis étaient partis Je suis resté seul avec mon guide Nathalie... Plus question de phrases sobres Ni de révolution d'octobre On n'en était plus là Fini le tombeau de Lénine Le chocolat de chez Pouchkine C'était loin déjà... Que ma vie me semble vide Mais je sais qu'un jour à Paris C'est moi qui lui servirai de guide Nathalie... Nathalie
In The Good Old Summertime Composer(s): George "Honey Boy" Evans; Ren Shields Performer(s): Blanche Ring and multiple other artists
There's a time each year That we always hold dear Good old summertime With the birds and the trees'es And sweet scented breezes Good old summertime When your day's work is over Then you are in clover And life is one beautiful rhyme No trouble annoying Each one is enjoying The good old summertime
In the good old summertime In the good old summertime Strolling thru' a shady lane With your baby mine You hold her hand and she holds yours And that's a very good sign That she's your tootsey-wootsey In the good, old summertime
Oh, to swim in the pool You'd play hooky from school Good old summertime You'd play "ring-a-rosie" With Jim, Kate and Josie Good old summertime Those days full of pleasure We now fondly treasure When we never thought it a crime To go stealing cherries With faces brown as berries In good old summertime
In the good old summertime In the good old summertime Strolling thru' a shady lane With your baby mine You hold her hand and she holds yours And that's a very good sign That she's your tootsey-wootsey In the good, old summertime
Natalia French & German Title: Nathalie Composer(s): Van Morrison Performer(s): Van Morrison
I'm walkin' down the street I'm on that midnight beat I'm on a lonely avenue Baby, won't you walk with me Baby, won't you talk with me Oh that's all I want you to do, now Walk with me Talk to me Call your name out
Chorus: Na Na, Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Na Na, Na Na Na Na, Na Na, Na Na, Natalia Here on a summer night I wanna kiss and hold you tight Just the way we used to do Walkin' down the same old street People that we used to meet Such a long, long time ago, now Walk with me Talk to me And I call out your name
Chorus: (x2)
On a magic night like this I hunger for your kiss On a magic night like this
Chorus:
Walk with me Talk with me Walk with me Talk with me Natalia, Natalia, Natalia Natalia, Natalia, Natalia
In The Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad) Composer(s): Dolly Parton First release by: Merle Haggard & The Strangers - 1968
We'd get up before sun-up to get the work done up We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down We've stood and we've cried as we have bristly watched A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground We've gone to bed hungry many nights in the past In the good old days when times were bad
No amount of money could buy from me The memories that I have of then No amount of money could pay me To go back and live through it again
I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed And I've seen him work till he's stiff as a board And I've seen momma layin' in suffer and sickness In need of a doctor we couldn't afford Anything at all was more than we had In the good old days when times were bad
We've got up before and found ice on the floor Where the wind would blow snow through the cracks in the wall And I couldn't enjoy then, havin' a boyfriend I had nothing decent to wear at all So I long for a love that I never had In the good old days when times were bad
No amount of money could buy from me The memories that I have of then No amount of money could pay me To go back and live through it again
In the good old days when times were bad In the good old days when times were bad
Natalia Composer(s): Apps; Asa; Moore Performer(s): Joan Baez; Shusha
Weaver of words Who lives alone In fear and sorrow Where are the words To set you free Perhaps tomorrow Where is the earth Where is the sky Where is the light You long for What hope have you Where you are now Natalia Gorbanevskaja
Inside the ward Naked and cruel Where life is stolen From those who try To stay alive And not be broken Where are the friends Where are the men Who among them Can defend you Where is the child You'll never see Natalia Gorbanevskaja
What else there lives Behind the door That never opens Are you insane As they say you are Or just forsaken Are you still there Do you still care Or are you lost forever I know this song You'll never hear Natalia Gorbanevskaja
In The Ghetto Composer(s): Mac Davis First release by: Elvis Presley - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1969 - In Chicago (In The Ghetto) 1969 - Negro (aka Era Negro) 1984 - In Het Ghetto
As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto
People, don't you understand the child needs a helping hand or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me are we too blind to see do we simply turn our heads and look the other way
Well the world turns and a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows In the ghetto
And his hunger burns so he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away He buys a gun, steals a car tries to run, but he don't get far And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down on the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto
As her young man dies on a cold and gray Chicago mornin' another little baby child is born In the ghetto
Nata Per Me Composer(s): Adriano Celentano; A. Del Prete; M. Mogol Performer(s): Adriano Celentano
Non so... Non so... non mi importa perché... perché tu sei... tu sei... ritornata da me... da me... sei qui ora sono con te... questo conta per me... tu sei qui... accanto a me accanto a me
Mai più... Mai più... ripartire potrai. potrai Mai più... Non so... senza me tu vivrai. vivrai... Perché... tu sei nata per me io son nato per te... e mai più... mi lascerai... ti lascerò
Sei qui... ora sono con te questo conta per me... tu sei qui... accanto a me accanto a me accanto a me accanto a me accanto a me accanto a me accanto a me accanto a me
In The Garden (Traditional) Performer(s): Anne Murray
I come to the garden alone While the dew is still on the roses And the voice I hear, falling on my ear The Son of God discloses And He walks with me And He talks with me And He tells me I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known He speaks and the sound of His voice Is so sweet the birds hush their singing And the melody that He gave to me Within my heart is ringing And He walks with me And He talks with me And He tells me I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known I'd stay in the garden with Him 'Tho the night all around me is falling But He bids me go; through the voice of woe His voice to me is calling And He walks with me And He talks with me And He tells me I am His own And the joy we share as we tarry there None other has ever known None other has ever known
Nasty Composer(s): James Harris; Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis Performer(s): Janet Jackson ; The Starlite Orchestra; Starsound Orchestra
Gimme a beat! Sittin' in the movie show, thinkin' nasty thoughts, huh Better be a gentleman or you turn me off, huh That's right, a-let me tell it
Nasty Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh Oh you nasty boys
I don't like no nasty car, I don't like a nasty food, huh Ooh ooh yeah The only nasty thing I like is the nasty groove, huh Will this one do? Uh huh, I know
Nasty Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, give me your nasty groove, huh Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, let me see your nasty body move, huh Oh you nasty boys
I could learn to like this Listen up
I'm not a prude (no) I just want some respect (that's right) So close the door if you want me to respond (ooh ooh yeah) 'Cause privacy is my middle name My last name is Control No my first name ain't baby It's Janet Miss Jackson if you're nasty
Nasty Nasty boys, don't mean a thing Oh you nasty boys Nasty Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh Oh you nasty boys
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing Oh you nasty boys Don't mean a thing to me, uh Nasty! Don't mean a thing, huh Oh you nasty boys Uh!
I love this part
Hey! Who's that thinkin' nasty thoughts? Nasty boys! Who's that in that nasty car? Nasty boys! Who's that eating that nasty food? Nasty boys! Who's jamming to my nasty groove? Nasty boys!
In The Flesh? Composer(s): Roger Waters First release by: Pink Floyd - 1979 Covered by multiple other artists
Einse, svei, drei, alle!
So ya thought ya Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I got some bad news for you, Sunshine Pink isn't well He stayed back at the hotel And they've sent us along as a surrogate band We're gonna find out where you fans really stand Are there any queers in the theatre tonight? Get 'em up against the wall There's one in the spotlight Now he don't look right to me Get him up against the wall And that one looks Jewish And that one's a coon Who let all this riffraff into the room? There's one smoking a joint And that one's got spots If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot
Nashville Ou Belleville Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
"Boulevard Elvis" Au cur de Memphis J'traîne là en touriste Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Jerry Lee Lewis "Killer" et pianiste "Barbe Bleue" sudiste Sait même pas si j'existe Sans faire de racisme Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où? Mouflet! J'allais voir Luis Mariano Dans "Le Chanteur de Mexico" Maman! ...et moi On rentrait en métro Station Opéra Direction Lillas Nostalgie facile Mais swingue pas terrible Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Monsieur Bill Haley Bien avant Presley Déjà décoiffait M'éclatant la tête Avec ses "Comets" Et Place des fêtes Sur nos mobylettes On singeait James Dean Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où?
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Mouflet, J'allais voir Dario Moreno Danser ses cha-cha et ses mambos Maman et moi On rentrait en métro Station Opéra Direction Lillas Nostalgie facile Mais swingue pas terrible
Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? "Boulevard Elvis" Au cur de Memphis J'traîne là en touriste Mais où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville? Où sont mes racines? Nashville ou Belleville?
In The Evening Composer(s): Robert Plant; James Patrick Page; John Paul Jones First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1979
In the evening When the day is done I'm looking for a woman, but the girl don't come So don't let her Play you for a fool She don't show no pity baby, she don't make no rules
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
So don't you let her Oh, get under your skin It's only bad luck and trouble From the day that you begin I hear you crying in the darkness Don't ask nobody's help Ain't no pockets full of mercy baby 'Cause you can only blame yourself
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Oh it's simple All the pain that you go through You can turn away from fortune, fortune 'Cause that's all that's left to you It's lonely at the bottom Man, it's dizzy at the top But if you're standing in the middle Ain't no way you're gonna stop
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Oh whatever that your days may bring No use hiding in a corner 'Cause that won't change a thing If you're dancing in the doldrums One day soon, it's got to stop, it's got to stop When you're the master of the off-chance When you don't expect a lot
Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love Oh, I need your love, I just got to have
Nashville Cats Composer(s): John B. Sebastian Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful; and various other artists
Chorus: Nashville Cats, play clean as country water Nashville Cats, play wild as mountain dew Nashville Cats, been playing since they's babies Nashville Cats, get work before they're two
Well, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two Guitar pickers in Nashville And they can pick more notes than the number of ants On a Tennessee anthill Yeah, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two Guitar cases in Nashville And any one that unpacks his guitar could play Twice as better than I will
Yeah, I was just thirteen, you might say I was a Musical proverbial knee-high When I heard a couple new-sounding tunes on the tubes And they blasted me sky-high And the record man said every one is a Yellow Sun Record from Nashville And up North there ain't nobody buys them And I said, "But I will"
And it was Chorus
Well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred ´n´ twenty one Mothers from Nashville All their friends play music, and they ain't uptight If one of the kids will Because it's custom made for any mother's son To be a guitar picker in Nashville And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about The music and the mothers from Nashville
In The Deathcar Composer(s): Goran Bregovic; Iggy Pop Performer(s): Iggy Pop
A howling wind is whistling in the night My dog is growling in the dark Something's pulling me outside To ride around in circles I know that you have got the time Coz anything I want, you do You'll take a ride through the strangers Who don't understand how to feel In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive
I'll let some air come in the window Kind of wakes me up a little I don't turn on the radio Coz they play @#%$, like....You know When your hand was down on my dick It felt quite amazing And now that, that is all over All we've got is the silence In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive So come on mandolins, play
When I touched you I felt that you still had your baby fat And a little taste of baby's breath Makes me forget about death At your age you're still joking It ain't time yet for the choking So now we can see the movie and see each other truly In the deathcar, we're alive In the deathcar, we're alive I want to hear some mandolins
Nashville Blues Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant Performer(s): The Everly Brothers; and various other artists
A letter just came from Nashville My sweet baby says she's blue Gotta get back to Nashville Or my heart will break in 2 Oh I miss her so; I just gotta go I've got the Nashville blues
Gotta get back to Nashville 'Cause that's where the good times are Ever since I left Nashville The kicks ain't been up to par I'm lonely & though I'm livin' just low I've got the Nashville blues
Wanna go see my Sally And tell her that I still care Wanna see Prinner's Alley And dig all the cool spice there I'm makin' to be in old Tennessee I've got the Nashville blues
The Rose In Her Hair Composer(s): Al Dublin; Harry Warren Performer(s): Dick Powell - 1935 and multiple other artists
In her eyes there was moonlight, and a rose in her hair In my arms there was no one, so I just put her there On her lips was a promise, in my heart was a prayer When I finally went, I went home with the scent Of the rose in her hair
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee When I finally went, I went home with the scent Of the rose in her hair
In her eyes there was moonlight, and a rose in her hair In my arms there was no one, so I just put her there On her lips was a promise, in my heart was a prayer When I finally went, I went home with the scent Of the rose in her hair
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee When I finally went, I went home with the scent Of the rose in her hair...
Nasci Para Chorar English Title: Born To Cry Composer(s): Dion Dimucci; Erasmo Carlos Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner
Eu levo a minha vida chorando pelo mundo Talvez até tivesse algum desgosto profundo Procuro na memória Procuro me lembrar Mas eu não posso, não posso Nasci para chorar
Se vejo uma garota olhando para mim E ela me pergunta Por que sou tão triste assim? Eu fico sem resposta Digo adeus e vou embora Pois é hora, é hora É hora de chorar
E continuo a felicidade procurando Mas sempre solidão e a tristeza encontrando Às vezes desconfio que alegria é ilusão E que o amor, o amor Não entra no meu coração
Não sei por que razão Eu sofro tanto desse jeito As garotas dizem Que ser triste é o meu defeito Eu quero é ser alegre Ter alguém para amar Mas eu não posso, não posso Nasci para chorar
In The Dark Composer(s): Lil Green Performer(s): Nina Simone
In the dark It's just you and I Not a sound Ther's not one sigh Just the beat of my poor heart In the dark Now, in the dark, in the dark I get such a thrill When he presses his fingertips Upon my lips And he begs me to plase keep still In the dark But soon This dance will be endin' And you're gonna be missed Gee, I'm not pretendin' 'Cause I swear it's fun Fun to be kissed In the dark Now we will find What the rest Have left behind Just let them dance We're gonna find romance Lord, in the dark
Das Quecksilber fällt, die Zeichen stehen auf Sturm Nur blödes Kichern und Keifen vom Kommandoturm Und ein dumpfes Mahlen grollt aus der Maschine Und rollen und stampfen und schwere See Die Bordkapelle spielt "Humbatäterä" Und ein irres Lachen dringt aus der Latrine Die Ladung ist faul, die Papiere fingiert Die Lenzpumpen leck und die Schotten blockiert Die Luken weit offen und alle Alarmglocken läuten Die Seen schlagen mannshoch in den Laderaum Und Elmsfeuer züngeln vom Ladebaum Doch keiner an Bord vermag die Zeichen zu deuten!
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
Am Horizont wetterleuchten die Zeichen der Zeit Niedertracht und Raffsucht und Eitelkeit Auf der Brücke tummeln sich Tölpel und Einfaltspinsel Im Trüben fischt der scharfgezahnte Hai Bringt seinen Fang ins Trockne, an der Steuer vorbei Auf die Sandbank, bei der wohlbekannten Schatzinsel Die andern Geldwäscher und Zuhälter, die warten schon Bordellkönig, Spielautomatenbaron Im hellen Licht, niemand muß sich im Dunkeln rumdrücken In der Bananenrepublik, wo selbst der Präsident Die Scham verloren hat und keine Skrupel kennt Sich mit dem Steuerdieb im Gefolge zu schmücken
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
Man hat sich glatt gemacht, man hat sich arrangiert All die hohen Ideale sind havariert Und der große Rebell, der nicht müd' wurde zu streiten Mutiert zu einem servilen, gift'gen Gnom Und singt lammfromm vor dem schlimmen alten Mann in Rom Seine Lieder, fürwahr: Es ändern sich die Zeiten! Einst junge Wilde sind gefügig, fromm und zahm Gekauft, narkotisiert und flügellahm Tauschen Samtpfötchen für die einst so scharfen Klauen Und eitle Greise präsentier'n sich keck Mit immer viel zu jungen Frauen auf dem Oberdeck Die ihre schlaffen Glieder wärmen und ihnen das Essen vorkauen
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
Sie rüsten gegen den Feind, doch der Feind ist längst hier Er hat die Hand an deiner Gurgel, er steht hinter dir Im Schutz der Paragraphen mischt er die gezinkten Karten Jeder kann es sehen, aber alle sehen weg Und der Dunkelmann kommt aus seinem Versteck Und dealt unter aller Augen vor dem Kindergarten Der Ausguck ruft vom höchsten Mast: Endzeit in Sicht! Doch sie sind wie versteinert und sie hören ihn nicht Sie zieh'n wie Lemminge in willenlosen Horden Es ist. als hätten alle den Verstand verlor'n Sich zum Niedergang und zum Verfall verschwor'n Und ein Irrlicht ist ihr Leuchtfeuer geworden
Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff
