Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Don'cha Go 'Way Mad
Composer(s): Jimmy Mundy - Illinois Jacquet - Al Stillman
Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald & Sy Oliver
and multiple other artists
I must confess what you say is true I had a rendezvous with somebody new It's the only one I ever had Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
Cheatin' shows and it never goes You've got a reason to be mad I suppose He was only just a passing fad Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
His kind's a dime a dozen That's not the kind I want Who'd ever thought your cousin Would visit there in that restaurant
I understand that you feel upset What do you say that we forgive and forget Come and kiss me just to prove your glad Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad
His kind's a dime a dozen That's not the kind I want Who'd ever thought your cousin Would visit there in that restaurant
I understand that you feel upset What do you say that we forgive and forget Come and kiss me just to prove your glad Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad Come and kiss me just to prove your glad Baby, baby, don'cha go 'way mad Baby, don'cha go 'way mad
Pack Up Your Troubles (In Your Old Kit Bag) Composer(s): George Asaf; Felix Powell Performer(s): Spike Jones; and various other artists
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag Smile boys, that's the style What's the use of worrying It never was worth while So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile. Just pucker up and whistle (Whistle) (Whistling) What's the use of worrying It never was worth while So, pack up your troubles in your old kit bag And smile, smile, smile
Si No Fuera Porque Composer(s): E. Sobredo Performer(s): Raphael
Si no fuera porque me tienen que enterrar Y que dos cipreses negros se comeran mis sueños Si no fuera porque mi padre siempre llora en los entierros Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensar en ello
Si no fuera porque alguien me llorara Eche de menos mi cuerpo y mi manera de mirar Si no fuera porque, porque mi amante es algo sentimental Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensarlo mas
Si no fuera porque alguien se acordara Para decir dios le guarde o el diablo le tendra Si no fuera porque es tan triste convertirse en recuerdo Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensar en ello
Si no fuera porque me querran confesar Para abrirme el cielo de par en par Si no fuera porque he pecado y no pienso volverme atras Me mataria mañana mismo sin pensarlo mas
Pack Up Your Sorrows Composer(s): Richard Fariña; Pauline Marden Performer(s): Judy Collins; and various other artists
I've seen King Henry's armor I've seen ravens who could not fly Castles surrounded by yew trees And rooks nests that covered the sky
Spring is in the ground, brown patches near snow white dungarees Streched out around the trees Near budding branches flowers born a bearer of enchantment holding my hand I heard her say Thank you for a lovely day
The river's running bubbling friend dream flowers on the rapids Raising colors everywhere Life's celebration reaching there saying this is all I have to give Won't you come, won't you come and share the way I live
The snow still hugs the town and old white sky is still around People bundled up with cares and good friends making it somewhere while birds sing to the gentle grey Thank you, thank you for a lovely day
Down Our Street Composer(s): Sammy King
Performer(s): Mike Harding
and multiple other artists
Do you want to hear what the wide world says? Down our street Strangers there they end up dead Down our street Me mam and dad and the gang of fools They've all gone out on the booze Theres skin and whiskers flying loose Down our street
The Salvation band came round last night Trying to teach us wrong from right And when the sisters began to moan The captain sang in a snuffled tone He was hit on the head by a big hambone
The landlord never gets his rent When he calls, we haven't a cent He says that he won't call again He'll have the bailiffs round by ten There'll be lots of houses to let by then
A copper once he hit me dad Says me dad, There'll be a funeral, lad They took their jackets off to fight one round And when me dad got off the ground A coppers nose was all they found
The tallyman does a belting trade Everyone's bought but no-one's paid And when he tries to get his own Hes dead before he hits the ground Were starting a graveyard of our own
When winter comes, it's very cold We burn the doors 'cos we've got no coal And when the cupboard it gets bare They say that tomcat tastes just like hare The Alsatians all walk round in pairs
The sambone men they never call With an old pigs bladder we play ball If you look out o'er our window sill If it weren't for the gasworks and the mill You could see all the way to Cheetham Hill
The schoolboard man came round one day The kids they upped and ran away Down the street he chased the lads And Albert Iggins grabbed his tash In the canal he made a splash
The bedbugs they're all ten feet tall They eat the paper off the wall They bite the women and they thump the men And if you're not in bed by half past ten They come downstairs and fetch you then
Down our street There are married men and women there Dancing mad in the midnight air Lots of jawbones missing where Down our street
Pack Up Your Sins And Go To The Devil Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald; and various other artists
Oh, I got a message from below 'Twas from a man I used to know About a year or so ago, before he departed He is just as happy as can be
I'll tell you what he said to me He said, "If ever you get heavy hearted" Pack up your sins and go to the devil in hades You'll meet the finest of gentlemen and the finest of ladies They'd rather be down below than up above
Hades is full of thousands of Joneses and Browns O'Hoolihans, Cohens and Bradys You'll hear a heavenly tune that went to the devil Because the jazz bands They started pickin' it then put a trick in it, a jazzy kick in it
They've got a couple of old reformers in heaven Making them go to bed at eleven Pack up your sins and go to the devil And you'll never have to go to bed at all
If you care to dwell, where the weather is hot H-E-double-L is a wonderful spot If you need a rest and you're all out of sorts Hades is the best of the winter resorts
Paradise doesn't compare All the nice people are there They come there from ev'rywhere Just to revel with Mister Devil Nothing on his mind but a couple of horns
Satan is waitin' with his jazz band And his band Came from Alabam', with a melody hot No one gives a damn if it's music or not Satan's melody makes you want to dance for ever And you never have to go to bed at all
Si No Estuvieras Tú
Composer(s): José Luis Perales
Performer(s): José Luis Perales
Si no estuvieras tú sentada junto a mi
¿Con quien podria hablar?
Si no estuvieras tú en este amanecer
¿Aquien podria amar?
Si no estuvieras tú
¿Aquien podria dar un trozo de mi alma?
¿A quien podria querer?
¿A quien seria fiel?
Si no estuvieras tú
Si no estuvieras tú cerca de mi
No habria una cancion para inventar
Ni habria una razon para vivir
Ni un sueño que contar
Si no estuvieras tú no habria amor
Ni flores que cuidar en mi blacon
Habria un corazon en soledad
Si no estuvieras tú
Si no estuvieras tú en esta tarde gris
¿Donde andaria yo?
Si no estuvieras tú haciendome sentir
¿Que sentiria yo?
Si no estuvieras tú
¿Aquien le iba a contar que tuve una caida?
¿Qien me iba a levantar?
¿Y quien me iba a ayudar?
Si no estuvieras tú
Pachuco Cadaver Composer(s): Don Van Vliet Performer(s): Captain Beefheart; Eugene Chadbourne; Fast 'n' Bulbous
When she wears her bolero then she begin t' dance All the pachucos start withold'n hands When she drives her Chevy Sissy's don't dare t' glance Yellow jackets `n red debbles buzzin' round `er hair hive ho She wears her past like uh present Take her fancy in the past Her sedan skims along the floorboard Her two pipes hummin' carbon cum Got her wheel out of uh B-29 Bomber brodey knob Amber Spanish fringe `n talcum tazzles forever Amber She looks like an old squaw indian she's 99 she won't go down Avocado green `n alfalfa yellow adorn her t' the ground Tatooes `n tarnished utenzles uh snow white bag full o' tunes Drives uh cartune around Broma' seltzer blue umbrella keeps her up off the ground Round red sombreros wrap `er high tap horsey shoes When she unfolds her umbrella pachucos got the blues Her lovin' makes me so happy If I smiled I'd crack m' chin Her eyes are so peaceful thinks it's heaven she been Her skin is as smooth as the daisies In the center where the sun shines in Smiles as sweet as honey Her teeth as clean as the combs where the bees go in When she walks flowers surround her Let their nectar come in to the air around her She loves her love sticks out like stars Her lovin' sticks out like stars
Femininity Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman Performer(s): Hayley Mills, Deborah Walley, Wendy Turner
You must walk feminine Talk feminine Smile and beguile feminine Utilize your femininity That's what every girl should know, if she wants to catch a beau
Dance feminine Glance feminine Act shy and sigh feminine Compliment his masculinity That's what every girl should know, if she wants to catch a beau
Let him do the talking Med adore good listeners Laugh, but not too loudly (Haha) If he should choose to tell a joke Be radiant, but delicate Memorize the rules of etiquette Be demure, sweet and pure Hide the real you
You must look feminine Dress feminine You're at your best feminine Emphasize your femininity That's what every girl should know Femininity, femininity That's the way to catch a beau
Pablo Picasso Composer(s): Jonathan Richman Performer(s): The Modern Lovers; and various other artists
Well some people try to pick up girls And get called assholes This never happened to Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare and So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Well the girls would turn the color Of the avacado when he would drive Down their street in his El Dorado He could walk down you street And girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole Not like you Alright
Well he was only 5'3" But girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole Not in New York
Oh well be not schmuck, be not abnoxious, Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole Remember the story of Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole Alright this is it
Some people try to pick up girls And they get called an asshole This never happened to Pablo Picasso He could walk down your street And girls could not resist his stare and so Pablo Picasso was never called...
Si No Estás Conmigo
Composer(s): Luis Martínez Serrano
Performer(s): Lucho Gatica; Javier Solís
Si no estás conmigo soy como alma errante y penando vivo
entre cosas muertas de un mundo vacío
Si no estás conmigo yo me desespero de dolor y hastío
sin calor de nadie, temblando de frío
Es la soledad para mí el infierno de un desesperado
cuando la ansiedad de la espera eterna me ha martirizado
Yo te necesito porque eres mi vida mi único cariño
y me vuelvo loco si no estás conmigo
Es la soledad para mí el infierno de un desesperado
cuando la ansiedad de la espera eterna me ha martirizado
Yo te necesito porque eres mi vida mi único cariño
y me vuelvo loco si no estás conmigo
Pablo Mon Ami Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Pablo mon ami qu'avons-nous permis L'ombre devant nous s'allonge s'allonge Qu'avons-nous permis Pablo mon ami Pablo mon ami nos songes nos songes
Nous sommes les gens de la nuit qui portons le soleil en route Il nous brûle au profond de l'être Nous avons marché dans le noir à ne plus sentir nos genoux Sans atteindre le monde à naître
Pablo mon ami qu'avons-nous permis L'ombre devant nous s'allonge s'allonge Qu'avons-nous permis Pablo mon ami Pablo mon ami nos songes nos songes
Je connais ce souffrir de tout qui donne bouche de tourment Amère comme aubépine A tous les mots à tous les cris à tous les pas les errements Où l'âme un moment se devine
Pablo mon ami qu'avons-nous permis L'ombre devant nous s'allonge s'allonge Qu'avons-nous permis Pablo mon ami Pablo mon ami nos songes nos songes
Pablo mon ami tu disais avec ce langage angoissant Où se font paroles étranges N'est large espace que douleur et n'est univers que de sang Si loin que j'aille rien n'y change
Pablo mon ami qu'avons-nous permis L'ombre devant nous s'allonge s'allonge Qu'avons-nous permis Pablo mon ami Pablo mon ami nos songes nos songes
Pablo mon ami le temps passe et déjà s'effacent nos voix On n'entend plus même un coeur battre Tout n'était-il que ce qu'il fut tout n'était-il que ce qu'on voit Tout n'était-il que ce théâtre
Pablo mon ami qu'avons-nous permis L'ombre devant nous s'allonge s'allonge Qu'avons-nous permis Pablo mon ami Pablo mon ami nos songes nos songes
Fool, Fool, Fool Composer(s): Max Powell; Wayne Walker Performer(s): Webb Pierce
(Fool fool fool) Fool fool fool you know that it's wrong but you keep hanging on the game Fool fool fool I know it won't be long Till you find out she's gone And you're lonely again This time be smart And don't leave with your heart The way you always do Listen to me and this time you won't be A fool fool fool
Fool fool fool fool fool fool This time be smart...
Fool fool fool fool fool fool Listen to me and this time you won't be A fool fool fool
Zion's Daughter (Traditional) Performer(s): Boney M.
Zion's daughter, now your heart is full of joy In a cradle in the manger lies the Holy Boy
Zion's daughter, with your sweet angelic smile Holding in your arms the Christ Child, resting for awhile
Now the world is waiting, People want to hear what in Bethlehem had happened, that have brought the Saviour near Now high hope starts rising for another day With eternal love and justice finally on the way
Zion's daughter, now your heart is full of joy In a cradle in the manger lies the Holy Boy
Zion's daughter, with your sweet angelic smile Holding in your arms the Christ Child, resting for awhile
Zion's daughter, now your heart is full of joy In a cradle in the manger lies the Holy Boy
Zion's daughter, with your sweet angelic smile Holding in your arms the Christ Child, resting for awhile
That's the way it happened many years ago, with the sky above the shining in a wonderous stroll
Now the world is waiting, People want to hear what in Bethlehem had happened, that all will say you're near
Zion's daughter, now your heart is full of joy In a cradle in the manger lies the Holy Boy
Zion's daughter, with your sweet angelic smile Holding in your arms the Christ Child, resting for awhile
'Zat You, Santa Claus? Composer(s): James Fox Performer(s): Louis Armstrong; and various other artists
'Zat You, Santa Claus?
Gifts I'm preparing for some Christmas sharing But I pause because Hanging my stocking I can hear a knocking 'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Sure is dark out, ain't the slightest spark out 'Pon my slackened jaw Who's there? Who is it stopping for a visit 'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Are you bringing a present for me Something pleasantly pleasant for me That is just what I've been waiting for Would you mind slipping it under the door?
Cold winds are howling, or could that be growling My legs feel like straws My my oh me my, kindly would you reply 'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Hanging the stocking, I can hear a knocking 'Zat you, Santa Claus? I say, who's there, who is it, are you stopping for a visit 'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Oh there, Santa, you gave me a scare Now stop teasing cause I know you're there We don't believe in no goblins today But I can't explain why I'm shaking that way
Bet I can see ol' Santa in the keyhole I'll get to the cause One peek and I'll try there, oh-oh, there's an eye there 'Zat you, Santa Claus?
Please, please, pity my knees Say that's you, Santa Claus!
From Lover To Loser Walter Kent, Harry Warren Performer(s): Dean Martin
(From lovers to losers, from lovers to losers)
From lovers to losers that's me that's me For your lips aren't willing like they used to be You once were so hungry for my embrace Now goodbye is written all over your face
I'm fallin' from heaven for I know we're gonna part The fall may not kill me but it's bound to break my heart Yes, lovers to losers you made that clear I walked in a laughing but I'm leaving with tears
I'm fallin' from heaven for I know we're gonna part The fall may not kill me but it's bound to break my heart Yes, lovers to losers you made that clear I walked in a laughing but I'm leaving with tears...
You're My Christmas Present Composer(s): Jimmy Beaumont; Joe Rock Performer(s): Jimmy Beaumont & The Skyliners
Ah-ah-ah The tree is all trimmed now The fireplace is aglow And outside quiet streets Are all covered with snow So darling let me tell you On this day of days Baby, you're my Christmas present My Christmas past, my Christmas always
In the night, church bells ring Their message, a cheer And somewhere canvassing Soon Santa will be here And this I swear as into Your warm eyes I gaze Baby you're my Christmas present My Christmas past, my Christmas always
So on this silent night Let me hold you tight And make you know just how good love can be There's no gift of hope And no treasure untold That's as precious as you are to me
The stars twinkle on high Our world is so fine And I wish you Merry Christmas And as you pour the wine For you, this toast my darling As my glass I raise Baby you're my Christmas present My Christmas past, my Christmas always You're my Christmas always
Si Maman Si Composer(s): Michell Berger Performer(s): France Gall
Tous mes amis sont partis Mon cur a déménagé Mes vacances c'est toujours Paris Mes projets c'est continuer Mes amours c'est inventer
Si, maman, si Si, maman, si Maman, si tu voyais ma vie Je pleure comme je ris Si, maman, si Mais mon avenir reste gris Et mon cur aussi
Et le temps défile comme un train Et moi je suis à la fenêtre Je suis si peu habile que demain Le bonheur passera peut-être Sans que je sache le reconnaître
Si, maman, si Si, maman, si Maman, si tu voyais ma vie Je pleure comme je ris Si, maman, si Mais mon avenir reste gris Et mon cur aussi
Mon cur est confortable, bien au chaud Et je lasse passer le vent Mes envies s'éteignent, je leur tourne le dos Et je m'endors doucement Sans chaos ni sentiment
Si, maman, si Si, maman, si Maman, si tu voyais ma vie Je pleure comme je ris Si, maman, si Mais mon avenir reste gris Et mon cur aussi
Si, maman, si Si, maman, si Maman, si tu voyais ma vie Je pleure comme je ris Si, maman, si Mais mon avenir reste gris Et mon cur aussi
You're All I Want For Christmas Composer(s): Seger Ellis; Glen Moore Performer(s): Bing Crosby; and various other artists
Youre all I want for Christmas All I want my whole life through Each day is just like Christmas Anytime that I with you
Youre all I want for Christmas And if all my dreams come true Then Ill awake on Christmas mornin And find my stocking filled with you
(Youre all I want for Christmas) (All I want my whole life through) Each day is just like Christmas Anytime that I with you
(Youre all I want for Christmas) (And if all my dreams come true) Then Ill awake on Christmas mornin And find my stocking filled with you (And find my stocking filled with you)
