Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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It Keeps Right On A-Hurtin' Composer(s): Johnny Tillotson First release by: Johnny Tillotson - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
I cry myself to sleep each night Wishing I could hold you tight Life seems so empty since you went away And the pillow where you lay your head Now holds my empty dreams instead And it keeps right on a-hurtin' Since you're gone
It keeps right on a-hurtin every minute of the day Every hour you're away I feel so lonely And I can't help it, I don't think I can go on And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
They say a man ain't s'posed to cry But when I see you passing by My heart breaks down and cries a million tears The pillow where you lay your head Now holds my empty dreams instead And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
It keeps right on a-hurtin every minute of the day Every hour you're away I feel so lonely And I can't help it, I don't think I can go on And it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
Yes, it keeps right on a-hurtin' since you're gone
O Ciúme Composer(s): Caetano Veloso Performer(s): Caetano Veloso
Dorme o sol à flor do Chico meio-dia Tudo esbarra embriagado de seu lume Dorme ponte, Pernambuco, o rio, Bahia Só vigia um ponto negro: o meu ciúme O ciúme lançou sua flecha preta E se viu ferido justo na garganta Quem nem alegre, nem triste nem poeta Entre Petrolina e Juazeiro canta Velho Chico vens de Minas De onde o oculto do mistério se escondeu Sei que o levas todo em ti Não me ensinas E eu sou só eu só eu Juazeiro, nem te lembras dessa tarde Petrolina, nem te chegaste a perceber Mas, na voz que canta tudo ainda arde Tu é perda, tudo quer buscar, cadê Tanta gente canta, tanta gente cala Tantas almas esticadas no curtume Sobre toda estrada, sobre toda sala Paira, monstruosa, a sombra do ciúme
Rosie The Riveter
Composer(s): Redd Evans; John Jacob Loeb
Performer(s): Four Vagabonds
and multiple other artists
All the day long
Whether rain or shine
She's a part of the assembly line
She's making history
Working for victory
Rosie the Riveter
Keeps a sharp lookout for sabatoge
Sitting up there on the fuselage
That little girl will do more than a male will do
Rosie's got a boyfriend, Charlie
Charlie, he's a Marine
Rosie is protecting Charlie
Working overtime on the riveting machine
When they gave her a production "E"
She was as proud as she could be
There's something true about
Red, white, and blue about
Rosie the Riveter
It Keeps Rainin' Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew; Fats Domino; Robert Guidry Performer(s): Fats Domino; Keith Powell; Jerry Williams
It keeps raining and raining Tears from my eyes Since you gone All I do is cry Won't somebody help Somebody help me Can't you see That my baby done left me She left me reeling and rocking Walking the floor She left a note last night She won't be back no more.
It keeps raining and raining Tears from my eyes Since you gone All I do is cry Won't somebody help Somebody help me Can't you see That my baby done left me She left me reeling and rocking Walking the floor She left a note last night She won't be back no more
Bing! Bang! Bong! Composer(s): Jay Livingston; Ray Evans Performer(s): Sophia Loren
Prego, prego, anywhere you may go make each day be a day full of fun if there's a game or a girl to be one do it with a bing, bang, bong (a bing bang bong) a bing, bang, bong
Presto, presto, do your very besto don't hang back like a shy little kid You'll be surprised if you did what you did If you'll do it with a bing, bang, bong (a bing bang bong) a bing, bang, bong
Be like Christopher Colombo, take a chance, take a chance Don't be a doppy or a gombo, going round, in a trance
One step, two step, step into a new step Live your life with a zip and a zing You'll have the world on the end of a string if you'll do it with a bing, bang, bong ( a bing, bang, bong) a bing, bang, bong
Prego, prego, anywhere you may go make each day be a day full of fun if there's a game or a girl to be one do it with a bing, bang, bong (a bing bang bong)a bing, bang, bong
Be like Christopher Colombo, take a chance, take a chance Don't be a doppy or a gombo, going round, in a trance
One step, two step, step into a new step Live your life with a zip and a zing You'll have the world on the end of a string if you'll do it with a bing, bang, bong, a bing, bang, bong
O Carole
((Adapted from: Carol (Chuck Berry) - 1958))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Manou Roblin
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964
Versions In Other Languages:
1977 - Oh Dearne (Normaal)
1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)
O Carole Ne me regarde pas comme ça Ce soir si je suis là C'est pour te dire Qu'il ne viendra pas Ça ne vaut pas la peine de pleurer pour ça Tu le remplaceras D'ici huit jours, tu l'oublieras Maintenant dans tes yeux Toute la joie s'est envolée Sèche tes larmes, oublie tout ça Avec moi, viens danser Et quand il saura que tu t'es consolée dans mes bras Ce jour-là, peut-être, il reviendra vers toi O Carole Ne me regarde pas comme ça Ce soir si je suis là C'est parc'que tu es tout pour moi O Carole Tu danses dans mes bras mais tu es loin de moi Ouais, tu penses à celui qui ne viendra pas Mais je crois bien que c'est lui que j'aperçois là-bas Il vient tout droit vers toi, tu lui souris déjà Il est trop tard pour moi, c'est bien fini Et oui, déjà, on dirait qu'il a changé d'avis O Carole Ne me regarde comme ça Il y a trop de joie dans tes yeux C'est bien fini pour moi O Carole Ne me regarde comme ça Il y a trop de joie dans tes yeux C'est bien fini pour moi
Barefoot Baby
Composer(s): Carl Barefoot - Carl Stutz
Performer(s): Janis Martin; Laura Jo DeWitt; Shorty Long
The cat I love has got the blues
'Cause his feet won't fit in his blue suede shoes
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
He can wiggle his hips and wiggle his nose
But the gals go crazy when he wiggles his toes
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
He's a real cool cat with his crewcut hair
And the cat's meouw when his feet are bare
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my brefoot baby is oh, so sweet
Each time we dance, he says to me
"Kick your shoes off, baby, let your feet fly free"
Oh, barefoot baby, barefoot baby
He's my shoes, barefoot baby
Barefoot baby, barefoot baby
I love him so and I don't mean maybe
Got no leather for his feet
But my barefoot baby is oh, so sweet
O' Captain, My Captain From "American Song" Composer(s): John Leavitt; Walt Whitman Performer(s): David Broza
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done The ship has weathered every rack the prize we sought is won The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells Rise up -- for you the flag is flung -- for you the bugle trills For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths -- for you the shores accrowding For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I, with mournful tread Walk the deck my Captain lies Fallen cold and dead
Cantador ((Adapted from: Like A Lover (by Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66) - 1968)) Composer(s): Dorival Caymmi - Nelson Motta Performer(s): Patti Cathcart & Tuck Andress - 1989
Amanhece, preciso ir Meu caminho é sem volta e sem ninguém Eu vou prá onde a estrada levar Cantador só sei cantar Ah! eu canto a dor Canto a vida e a morte, canto o amor Cantador não escolhe o seu cantar Canta o mundo que vê E pro mundo que vi meu canto é dor Mas é forte prá espantar a morte Prá todos ouvirem minha voz Mesmo longe De que servem meu canto e eu Se em meu peito há um amor que não morreu Ah! se eu soubesse ao menos chorar Cantador só sei cantar Ah! Eu canto a dor De uma vida perdida sem amor
Bangers And Mash
Composer(s): David Lee - Herbert Kretzmer
Performer(s): Peter Sellers & Sophia Loren
Him: I met her down in Napoli and didn't she look great? And so I brought her back to Blighty just to show me mates And though we're married happily I'll tell you furthermore I haven't had a decent meal since 1944
Her: Eat your minestrone, Joe Him: That's all you ever say Her: Eat your macaroni, Joe Him: Ever blinking day Her: No wonder you're so bony, Joe, and skinny as a rake Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Him: Bangers and mash Her: Minestrone Him: Bangers and mash Her: Macaroni Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Her: Eat your tagliatelle, Joe Him: That's all I've heard for years Her: Eat your vermicelli, Joe Him: It's coming out me ears! Her: You've got to fill your belly, Joe, Joe for heaven's sake! Him: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Her: Well alright! Him: Bangers and mash Her: Tagliatelle Him: Bangers and mash Her: Vermicelli Him: Give us a bash at the bangers and mash me mother used to make
Reporter: 1943: Allied forces land in Italy Him: There's a smashing-looking bird over there, Bert I think she's showing out there Bert: [Camp] Well why don't you chat her up, then? Him: Right Bon-giorno, sig-noreena there Here, are you married? Her: Drop-a dead-a Him: There you are, you can't have a fairer answer than that, can you?
Her: I met him back in Italy, so dashing and good-looking He wined me and he dined me every night He said I smiled so prettily and how he loved my cooking But since he's married me it seems he's lost his appetite
Him: Eat-a your tagliatelle, Soph Her: That's all you ever say Him: Eat-a your vermicelli, Soph Her: Ooh! Every blooming day Him: You've-a got to fill your belly, Soph, Soph for heaven's sake! Her: Well then, give us a bash at the bangers and mash your mother used to make
Him: Bangers and-a mash Her: Minestrone Him: Bangers and-a mash Her: Macaroni Him: Give me a bash with the banger and the mash like the same one that your mother was what are you laughing at now? Now, this is miserable, please!
Her: Joe? Him: Yes? Her: Why don't you belt up, or I'll give you a punch up the throat! Him: Now she's-a tells me Ha! Mamma mia!
(Our Love) Don't Throw It All Away Performer(s): Andy Gibb
Maybe I don't wanna know the reason why But lately you don't talk to me Darling I can't see me in your eyes I hold you near but you're so far away And it's losing you I can't believe To watch you leave and let this feeling die You alone are the living thing that keeps me alive And tomorrow if I'm here without your love You know I can't survive Only my love can raise you high above it all
Don't throw it all away, our love, our love Don't throw it all away, our love Don't throw it all away, our love, our love Don't throw it all away, our love
(break)
We can take the darkness and make if full of light But let your love flow back to me How can you leave and let this feeling die This happy room will be a lonely place when you are gone And I won't even have your shoulders for the crying on No other women's love could be as true, I'm begging you
We changed the world we made it ours to hold But dreams are made for those who really try This losing you is real But I still feel you here inside
It Is Obvious Composer(s): Syd Barrett Performer(s): Syd Barrett
It is obvious, may I say oh baby That it is found on another plane Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall Your stars, my stars, a simple cock bars Only an impulse -- pie in the sky
Mumma listen dolly drift over your mind holly Creep into bed when your head's on the ground She held the torch on the porch and she winked an eye
The reason it is written on the brambles Stranded on the spikes, my blood red, oh listen Remember those times I could call through the clear day time and you'd be there? And braver and braver, a handkerchief waver
Growing together, the good of each other Wandering, stumbling, fumbling, rumbling Minds shot together, our minds shot together
So equally over a valley, a hill wood, on quarry stood each of us crying A velvet curtain of gray marked the blanket where sparrows play And the trees by the waving corn, stranded My legs moved the last empty inches to you The softness, the warmth and the weather in suspense Mog to a grog, the scar of white chalk Minds shot together, our minds shot together
(Open Up The Door) Let The Good Times In Composer(s): Mitch Torok; Ramona Redd Performer(s): Dean Martin
I woke up this mornin' Toes out of my shoes Cold north wind's ahowlin' Bringin' me the blues I said, "blues, good mornin' I don't wanna fight 'Scuse me while I have a smoke If I can find a light" Open up the door and let the good times in Don't let nothin' stand in your way Just open up the door and let the good times in Tomorrow's gonna be better than today
I went to that cupboard Found the cupboard bare What happened to that sip of wine I had hidden there Over in the corner A little mouse laid on its side He was wearin' such a grin I thought the mouse had died Open up the door and let the good times in Don't let nothin' stand in your way Just open up the door and let the good times in Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today
I went called my baby When she got to the phone I kinda had a little feelin' My baby was not alone She said, "daddy, I'm busy Call some other time" I don't need that woman, but I sure could use the dime Open up the door and let the good times in Don't let nothin' stand in your way Just open up the door and let the good times in Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today Tomorrow's gonna be a better than today
Toys For Tots Composer(s): Sammy Fain; Paul Francis Webster Performer(s): Peggy Lee
The joy of living Is in the giving So let's give lots of toys for tots Toys, toys, toys for tots You can be a Santa If you will lend a hand Yessirree, there never will be an empty stocking in the land
"Some have too many some haven't any If those who have give those who haven't Oh, what a Christmas Day! The Marine Reserve will help you Will help you fill your sleigh With lots and lots of toys for tots So give a little toy today"
(Oh Why, Oh Why, Did I Ever Leave) Wyoming Composer(s): Morey Amsterdam Performer(s): Dick Jurgens & His Orch.; Jerry Colonna
Oh! Give me back my prairie with the cattle and wild game Where the hills are nice and curvy
and the women are the same Where cowboys all yell "Whoopee!" while a lariat they twirl And the timber wolves yell "Timber!" when they see a pretty girl
Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming? Why, oh why did I ever have to go? Oh why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming? `Cause there's a sheriff back there lookin' for me high and low and high and low and high and low ....
Back home in old Wyomin' folks are actin' mighty strange Since they started social climbin' how they've changed the good old range Our farm is now a dude ranch and there's carpet on the trails The cowboys wear tuxedos and the horses all wear tails, Ooooh
Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming? Why, oh why did I ever have to go? Oh why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming? `Cause there's a sheriff back there lookin' for me high and low and high and low and high and low ....
My Uncle Max in Cheyenne he's honest as the sun He worked six years in a bathhouse and he never took a one The sheriff fin'lly got him and no more will Uncle roam They caught him workin' in a bank and takin' samples home
Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming? Why, oh why did I ever have to go? Oh why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming? `Cause there's a sheriff back there lookin' for me high and low and high and low and high and low!
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As recorded by Jerry Colonna:
Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming Why, oh why, did I ever have to go Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming 'Cause there is someone back there lookin' for me high and low and ....
Oooooh, give me back my prarie and my cattle and wild game Where the hills are nice and curvy and the women are the same Where skies are always bluer and the cowboys sound so sad Where men are punchin' cattle and Mother's punchin' Dad
Oh why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming Why, oh why, did I ever have to go Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming 'Cause there is someone back there looking for me high and low and high and low and ....
I used to live in Cheyenne, that's a lovely place to see To ride along the rollin' plains just east of Laramie The sheriff almost caught me and that's why I have to roam He saw me workin' in a bank and takin' samples home
Oh why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming Why, oh why, did I ever have to go Why, oh why, did I ever leave Wyoming 'Cause there's a sheriff back there lookin' for me high and low and high and low
