Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sing A Song Composer(s): Maurice White; Al McKay Performer(s): Earth, Wind & Fire
When you feel down and out Sing a song, it'll make your day Here's a time to shout Sing a song, it'll make a way Sometimes it's hard to care Sing a song, it'll make your day A smile so hard to bear Sing a song, it'll make a way
Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song Sing a song
Bring your heart to believing Sing a song, it'll make your day Life ain't about no retrieving Sing a song, it'll make a way Give yourself what you need Sing a song, it'll make your day Smile, smile, smile and believe Sing a song, it'll make a way
People Are Strange Composer(s): John Densmore; Robbie Krieger; Ray Manzarek; Jim Morrison Performer(s): The Doors
People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger Faces look ugly when you're alone Women seem wicked when you're unwanted Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange
When you're strange Faces come out of the rain When you're strange No one remembers your name When you're strange When you're strange When you're strange
Non À Jamais Sans Toi First performance by: Yovanna - 1965
Non - par le temps perdu à n'avoir voulu que toi Non - par le temps passé à ne plus penser qu'à toi Va, tu vois, c'est demain déjà Va, tu n'as rien compris Va, tu vois, je ne pleure pas Aujourd'hui je te dis
Non - par les grands chemins revenus de loin pour toi Non - par les nuits d'été qui n'ont fait danser que toi Va, jusqu'au bout de l'horizon Aujourd'hui c'est non
Non - parce qu'un matin ne restera rien de toi Non - il viendra le jour du prochain amour sans toi Va, tu vois, c'est demain déjà À jamais sans toi Va, tu vois, c'est demain déjà À jamais sans toi
People Are Funnier Than Anybody Composer(s): Eddie Brandt; Finberg Performer(s): Spike Jones
Everyone say to begin the beguine but no-one she begins him, so I will tell you how First you lift your right leg, like this Then you lift your left leg, like this Then you lift both your legs together, like this There must be an easier way to do this, I think
This is our philosophy This is our philosophy And we're sure, that you'll agree People are funnier that anybody
Woman needs five dollars bad Beauty facial must be had Husband can't spare the money, of course But he puts ten dollars on the nose of a horse
Wife can't see well enough to drive Car through garage-doors twelve foot wide But on husbands suit of grey She can spot a blond hair from a block away
This is our philosophy This is our philosophy And we're sure, that you'll agree People are funnier that anybody
Husband plays poker and enjoys Sitting up all of night with the boys But at home with his wife he'll fight If he has to sit ten minutes with the baby at night
Wife runs faster than any gale When she hears of a one-cent sale "I'm saving you money" to her husband she'll blab But to get to the sale she takes a taxi-cab
This is our philosophy This is our philosophy And we're sure, that you'll agree People are funnier that anybody
Man gets married, says it's one good deal He waited years for a homecooked meal When wife has nice hot dinner on plate He comes home from the poolroom two hours late
When single man kiss his girl goodnight He gets filled with thrilled delight But when husband kiss his wife, to say the least He gets his nose caught in a curler and his whole face greased
Sing A Simple Song Composer(s): Sylvester Stewart First release by: Sly & The Family Stone - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Sing a simple song Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' talkin' in my sleep I'm walkin' walkin' walkin' walkin' walkin' in the street Time is passin' I grow older things are happening fast All I have to hold onto is a simple song at last Let me hear you say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Sing a simple song Try a little do re me fa so la ti do
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm livin' livin' livin' life with all its ups and downs I'm givin' givin' givin' love and smilin' at the frowns
You're in trouble when you find it's hard for you to smile A simple song might make it better for a little while Let me hear you say Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
People Composer(s): Adrian Belew; Bill Bruford; Robert Fripp; Trey Gunn; Tony Levin; Pat Mastelotto Performer(s): King Crimson
People fly People flee People clam and say "it wasn't me" People fish People beef People arm to teeth Yes, you've got people on the tube Walking on the moon People at the bottom of the sea People in tombs People in igloos Even a tribe of pygmies
People are the main spring Turning the world around People, they're the main spring Spinning this world upside down
People sun People toast People tire Chile Other people smoke People bowl People rock people pay to see two people box
Watch me Face me Dress me Baby me Phone me Wire me House me Bug me Fire me
People are the main spring Spinning the world around People, they're the main spring Turning this world inside out
People Composer(s): Bob Merrill; Jule Styne Performer(s): Barbra Streisand
People People who need people Are the luckiest people in the world We're children, needing other children And yet letting a grown-up pride Hide all the need inside Acting more like children than children Lovers are very special people They're the luckiest people in the world With one person one very special person A feeling deep in your soul Says you were half now you're whole No more hunger and thirst But first be a person who needs people People who need people Are the luckiest people in the world With one person one very special person No more hunger and thirst But first be a person who needs people People who need people Are the luckiest people in the world
Sing A Sad Song Composer(s): Wynn Stewart First release by: Merle Haggard - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Sing me a song of sadness And sing it as blue as I feel If a tear should appear it's because she's not here Sing a sad song and sing it for me
She's unhappy with me she told me so I'm unhappy without her And I still love her so Oh sing me a song of sadness Pretend it's the end of the world Sing it sweet and sing it low And then I'll have to go sing a sad song And sing it for me
Sing it sweet and sing it low And then I'll have to go sing a sad song And sing it for me
Now, if I was a bricklayer I wouldn't build just anything And if I was a ball player I wouldn't play no second string And if I were some jew'lry, baby Lord, I'd have to be a diamond ring
If I were a secret, Lord, I never would be told If I were a jug of wine, Lord, my flavor would be old I could be most anything But it got to be twenty-four karat solid gold, oh
If I were a gambler You know I'd never lose And if I were a guitar player Lord, I'd have to play the blues
If I was a hacksaw My blade would be razor sharp If I were a politician, I could prove that monkeys talk You can find the tallest building Lord, I'd have me the house on top
Oh, let's go! All right, keep goin'!
I'm the Penthouse Pauper I got nothin' to my name I'm the Penthouse Pauper; baby I got nothing to my name I can be most anything 'Cause when you got nothin' it's all the same
Oh, let's move to this song! Lord, look at my penthouse
Sing A New Song Composer(s): Milton Ager; Ned Wever Performer(s): Billy Cotton and multiple other artists
Sing a new song, sing a new song Sing of blue skies, not of grey Change your tune now, pretty soon now That new song will come to stay Put a smile on, keep that smile on Meet the rainbow halfway With a new song, sing a new song And make this old world new today
Pensieri E Parole Composer(s): Lucio Battisti; Mogol Performer(s): Lucio Battisti; and various other artists
Che ne sai di un bambino che rubava e soltanto nel buio giocava e del sole che trafigge i solai, che ne sai e di un mondo tutto chiuso in una via e di un cinema di periferia che ne sai della nostra ferrovia, che ne sai Conosci me la mia lealtà tu sai che oggi morirei per onestà Conosci me il nome mio tu sola sai se è vero o no che credo in Dio
Che ne sai tu di un campo di grano poesia di un amore profano la paura d'esser preso per mano, che ne sai (l'amore mio) che ne sai di un ragazzo perbene (è roccia ormai) che mostrava tutte quante le sue pene (e sfida il tempo e sfida il vento e tu lo sai) la mia sincerità per rubare la sua verginità (sì tu lo sai) che ne sai
Davanti a me c'è un'altra vita la nostra è già finita e nuove notti e nuovi giorni cara vai o torni con me Davanti a te ci sono io (dammi forza mio Dio) o un altro uomo (chiedo adesso perdono) e nuove notti e nuovi giorni cara non odiarmi se puoi
(Conosci me) che ne sai di un viaggio in Inghilterra (quel che darei) che ne sai di un amore israelita (perché negli altri ritrovassi gli occhi miei) di due occhi sbarrati che mi han detto bugiardo è finita Che ne sai di un ragazzo che ti amava che parlava e niente sapeva eppur quel che diceva chissà perché chissà adesso è verità
For Din Skyld Composer(s): Jørgen Jersild; Poul Henningsen First performance by: Birgit Brüel - 1965
For din skyld bru'r jeg brusende skørter For din skyld er jeg pigelig, sart og koket For din skyld skal jeg hver gang erobres For din drøm er at tæmme mig, svage og bly Mens jeg tappert gør modstand
Hver gang skal det være som dengang Hver gang jeg vil gi', vil du hellere ta' Men min drøm er at elske i venskab Jeg er træt af min kvindelighed For den bli'r du så bredskuldret af Jeg syn's ikke om mænd, der er mænd Men om mænd, der er menn'sker
For din skyld er det slut med komedien For din skyld er det tid at ta' maskerne af For din skyld gør din elskede oprør Jeg er ikke dit bytte, men ligemand Menn'ske, jeg si'r det for din skyld
Pensiamoci Ogni Sera French Title: Rendez-Vous Chaque Soir Composer(s): G. Boncompagni; Jimmy Fontana; C. Pes; I. Greco Performer(s): Dalida
Pensiamoci ogni sera al tramontar del sole Sarà l'appuntamento che uniti ci terrà Tu sei, partito e di te Mi è rimasta una sola promessa Pensiamoci ogni sera al tramontar del sole
Mi manca la tua voce mi mancano i tuoi baci Piccole e grandi cose che mi han legato a te Ma è bello sapere che noi C'incontriamo nel cielo ogni sera Vicino all'orizzonte dove tramonta il sole Chissà, quando tu tornerai E chissà, se mi ritroverai So soltanto che ora io, io, io conto i giorni Fino a che Tu sarai qui con me, oh qui con me
Chissà, quando tu tornerai E chissà, se mi ritroverai So soltanto che ora io, io, io conto i giorni Fino a che Tu sarai qui con me, oh qui con me
Pensiamoci ogni sera al tramontar del sole Sarà l'appuntamento che uniti ci terrà ...
Sing A Little Song About Anything Composer(s): Smiley Burnette Performer(s): Roy Rogers
Just sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy Words should rhyme but whos got time Just sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy
I know lots of things worth knowing But you wont have a need of an education where youre going I am haunted You mean wanted Sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy
What do you think of a crazy geek who feels so cheerful And he a guy whos never cried Oh how fearful! Sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy
Would you ever think the fellow knows the meaning of worry One of you whos never blue or in a hurry Sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy
Ill be singing You mean swinging Sing a little song about anything I wonder why I feel so happy
Pensée Des Morts Composer(s): Alphonse De Lamartine; Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Voilà les feuilles sans sève qui tombent sur le gazon voilà le vent qui s'élève et gémit dans le vallon voilà l'errante hirondelle qui rase du bout de l'aile l'eau dormante des marais voilà l'enfant des chaumières qui glane sur les bruyères le bois tombé des forêts
C'est la saison où tout tombe aux coups redoublés des vents un vent qui vient de la tombe moissonne aussi les vivants ils tombent alors par mille comme la plume inutile que l'aigle abandonne aux airs lorsque des plumes nouvelles viennent réchauffer ses ailes à l'approche des hivers
C'est alors que ma paupière vous vit palir et mourir tendres fruits qu'à la lumière dieu n'a pas laissé murir quoique jeune sur la terre je suis dejà solitaire parmi ceux de ma saison et quand je dis en moi-même "où sont ceux que ton cur aime?" je regarde le gazon
C'est un ami de l'enfance qu'aux jours sombres du malheur nous preta la providence pour appuyer notre cur il n'est plus: notre âme est veuve il nous suit dans notre épreuve et nous dit avec pitié "Ami si ton âme est pleine de ta joie ou de ta peine qui portera la moitié?"
C'est une jeune fiancée qui, le front ceint du bandeau n'emporta qu'une pensée de sa jeunesse au tombeau Triste, hélas! dans le ciel même pour revoir celui qu'elle aime elle revient sur ses pas et lui dit: "ma tombe est verte! sur cette terre déserte qu'attends-tu? je n'y suis pas!"
C'est l'ombre pâle d'un père qui mourut en nous nommant c'est une sur, c'est un frère qui nous devance un moment tous ceux enfin dont la vie un jour ou l'autre ravie enporte une part de nous murmurent sous la pierre "vous qui voyez la lumière de nous vous souvenez vous?"
Voilà les feuilles sans sève qui tombent sur le gazon voilà le vent qui s'élève et gémit dans le vallon voilà l'errante hirondelle qui rase du bout de l'aile l'eau dormante des marais voilà l'enfant des chaumières qui glane sur les bruyères le bois tombé des forêts
