Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sister Josephine Composer(s): Jake Thackray Performer(s): Jake Thackray and multiple other artists
Oh, Sister Josephine What do all these policemen mean By coming to the convent in a grim limousine After Sister Josephine?
While you, Sister Josephine You sit with your boots up on the altar screen You smoke one last cigar What a funny nun you are
The policemen say that Josephine's a burglar in disguise Big bad Norman - fifteen years on the run The sisters disbelieve it: No, that can't be Josephine Just think about her tenderness towards the younger nuns
Oh, Sister Josephine They're searching the chapel where you've been seen The nooks and the crannies of the nun's canteen After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine You sip one farewell Benedictine Before your au revoir A right funny nun you are
Admittedly her hands are big and hairy And embellished with a curious tattoo Admittedly her voice is on the deep side And she seems to shave more often than the other sisters do
Oh, Sister Josephine Founder of the convent pontoon team They're looking through your bundles of rare magazines After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine You give a goodbye sniff of benzedrine To the convent budgerigar A bloody funny nun you are
No longer will her snores ring through the chapel during prayers Nor her lustful moanings fill the stilly night No more empty bottles of altar wine come clunking from her cell No longer will the cloister toilet seat stand upright
Oh, Sister Josephine Slipping through their fingers like vaseline Leaving them to clutch your empty crinoline After Sister Josephine
While you, Sister Josephine Sprinting through the suburbs when last seen Dressed only in your wimple and your rosary A right funny nun you seem to be
Phoenix Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
I have cried too...I have cried too long I have cried too...I have cried too long No more sorrow...got to carry on
Found deep water before I'd even learned to swim Found deep water before I'd even learned to swim Never thought I'd see the sun again Once I was a...once I was a man alone Once I was a...once I was a man alone Now I've found a heart to call my home Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames No more living someone else's dreams
I have cried too...I have cried too long I have cried too...I have cried too long No more sorrow...got to carry on You almost had me, old lady You almost tied me down good You played the lady in waiting And I waited as long as I could Too long the songs have been silent Too long the strings have been still I never knew what you wanted And I guess that I never will Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames Like a Phoenix I have risen from the flames No more living someone else's dreams
I have cried too...I have cried too long I have cried too...I have cried too long No more sorrow...got to carry on
Chance Of A Lifetime First performance by: Pat McGeegan - 1968
One day, while I was out walking I saw your face in the midst of a crowd Here, I thought, is the chance of a lifetime I thought you'd stepped from a cloud
Think of that wonderful meeting oh... the sun shone down on us from above Why should I be out walking that day and get the chance of a lifetime of love?
Show me the way you are feeling always tell me just what I should know Oh... a guiding hand must have brought us together but now that seems so long ago
You are the one I have dreamt of, oh... I never thought my dreams would come true All I want is the chance of a lifetime the chance of a lifetime with you
Show me the way you are feeling lways tell me just what I should know Oh... a guiding hand must have brought us together but now that seems so long ago
You are the one I have dreamt of I never thought my dreams would come true All I want is the chance of a lifetime the chance of a lifetime with you
All I want is the chance of a lifetime the chance of a lifetime with you
Philo-Sophie Composer(s): Brice Homs; Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
À Sophie M. de la part de Platon, Spinoza, Hierkegaard et quelques autres
Vous, belle insolente, Dont je sais peu de choses, à part le nom La marche est lente À suivre votre pas entre le oui et le non
Vous, belle indolente Qui mettez tant de temps à vous montrer Longue est la pente Qu'il faut savoir monter pour vous approcher de près
Mais quoiqu'il en coûte Quand on se réveille à vos côtés Moins impie que l'on se voudrait On sait, sans aucun doute Que si votre corps est un délit Tant de délices y sont permis
Vous, belle insoumise Dont les beaux yeux d'amour mourir me font Que je vous dise Combien, loin de vos charmes, on reste à toucher le fond
Vous, belle ingénue Même trop maquillée, mal vêtue Vous restez la vérité nue Celle que l'on courtise Et qui oblige à la retenue Jusqu'à tutoyer la Vertu
Vous, que rien ne grise Même si parfois pour vos beaux yeux On a tout dit, tout fait, je veux Ce soir simplement dire Que, même si c'est de la folie À vie, vous serez ma philo-Sophie
Sister Golden Hair Composer(s): Gerry Beckley First release by: America - 1975
Well I tried to make it Sunday But I got so damned depressed That I set my sights on Monday And I got myself undressed Uh I ain't ready for the altar But I do agree there's times When a woman sure can be a friend of mine
Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you Sister golden, hair's a prize And I just can't live without you Can't you see it in my eyes Uh I been one poor correspondent And I been too, too hard to find But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle Will you meet me in the air Will you love me just a little Just enough to show you care Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin' I just can't make it
Well I keep on thinkin' 'bout you Sister Golden-haired surprise And I just can't live without you Can't you see it in my eyes Now I been one poor correspondent And I been too, too hard to find But it doesn't mean you ain't been on my mind
Will you meet me in the middle Will you meet me in the air Will you love me just a little Just enough to show you care Well I tried to fake it, I don't mind sayin' I just can't make it
Philosopher Composer(s): P. Papini; J. Schwartz Performer(s): Yellowstone & Voice
All of the children in the park Searching the sculpture to find where you are All of the blind men in the dark follow you Do you know where you go? All of the travelers on the road Put down the burdens to see where you go All of the mortals with their loss Follow you anywhere, follow you Do you know where you go? Philosopher If he should turn his head around He will see theyre all about All of these people falling down Philosopher Can you survive the world you teach? And can we live the world you preach? All of your people out of reach All of the people wanting more Needing to follow a philosopher All of the wealthy and the poor Follow you anywhere, follow you Do you know where you go? Philosopher If he should turn his head around He will see theyre all about All of these people falling down Philosopher Can you survive the world you teach? And can we live the world you preach? All of your people out of reach Philosopher If he should turn his head around He will see theyre all about All of these people falling down
Må... må... må... må... må... må skynde meg å Gå... gå... gå... gå... gå... gå slik at jeg kan Nå... nå... nå... nå... nå siste bussen hjem
Ha... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha det riktig Bra... bra... bra... bra... bra... bra, ikke glem å Ta... ta... ta... ta... ta sovemedisin
Små doser er bra, må slappe litt av Skru på din radio, du har jo sov-i-ro
Ri... ri... ri... ri... ri... ri... ringes ved når Vi... vi... vi... vi... vi... vi, får litt bedre Tid... tid... tid... tid... tid, siste bussen går
Men en gang - kanskje neste år - skal vi få tid til alle ting En gang - kanskje neste år - ta alt med ro, bare rusle omkring
Må... må... må... må... må... må, mange flere Sa... sa... sa... sa... sa... sa... saker jeg sku' Pra... pra... pra... pra... pra... pratet med deg om
Men... men... men... men... men... men alt de der må Ven... ven... ven... ven... vente til vi ses i - Gjen... gjen... gjen... gjen... gjen, siste bussen går
Prøv meditasjon... prøv te med sitron Ta deg en liten drink... ja du må være flink
Må... må... må... må... må... må skynde meg å Gå... gå... gå... gå... gå... gå slik at jeg kan Nå... nå... nå... nå... nå siste bussen hjem
Sisotowbell Lane Composer(s): Joni Mitchell Performer(s): Joni Mitchell
Sisotowbell Lane Noah is fixing the pump in the rain He brings us no shame We always knew that he always knew
Up over the hill Jovial neighbors come down when they will With stories to tell Sometimes they do Yes sometimes we do We have a rocking chair Each of us rocks his share Eating muffin buns and berries By the steamy kitchen window Sometimes we do Our tongues turn blue
Sisotowbell Lane Anywhere else now would seem very strange The seasons are changing Everyday in everyway Sometimes it is spring Sometimes it is not anything A poet can sing Sometimes we try Yes we always try We have a rocking chair Somedays we rock and stare At the woodlands and the grasslands and the badlands 'cross the river Sometimes we do We like the view
Sisotowbell Lane Go to the city you'll come back again To wade thru the grain You always do Yes we always do Come back to the stars Sweet well water and pickling jars
We'll lend you the car We always do Yes sometimes we do We have a rocking chair Someone is always there Rocking rhythms while they're waiting with the candle in the window Sometimes we do We wait for youSisotowbell Lane Noah is fixing the pump in the rain He brings us no shame We always knew that he always knew
Up over the hill Jovial neighbors come down when they will With stories to tell Sometimes they do Yes sometimes we do We have a rocking chair Each of us rocks his share Eating muffin buns and berries By the steamy kitchen window Sometimes we do Our tongues turn blue
Sisotowbell Lane Anywhere else now would seem very strange The seasons are changing Everyday in everyway Sometimes it is spring Sometimes it is not anything A poet can sing Sometimes we try Yes we always try We have a rocking chair Somedays we rock and stare At the woodlands and the grasslands and the badlands 'cross the river Sometimes we do We like the view
Sisotowbell Lane Go to the city you'll come back again To wade thru the grain You always do Yes we always do Come back to the stars Sweet well water and pickling jars
We'll lend you the car We always do Yes sometimes we do We have a rocking chair Someone is always there Rocking rhythms while they're waiting with the candle in the window Sometimes we do We wait for you
Philadelphia Freedom Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin Performer(s): Elton John
I used to be a rolling stone You know if the cause was right I'd leave to find the answer on the road I used to be a heart beating for someone But the times have changed The less I say the more my work gets done
`Cause I live and breathe this Philadelphia freedom From the day that I was born I've waved the flag Philadelphia freedom took me knee-high to a man Yeah gave me peace of mind my daddy never had
Oh Philadelphia freedom shine on me, I love you Shine a light through the eyes of the ones left behind Shine a light shine a light Shine a light won't you shine a light Philadelphia freedom I love you, yes I do
If you choose to you can live your life alone Some people choose the city Some others choose the good old family home I like living easy without family ties Till the whippoorwill of freedom zapped me Right between the eyes
Sir William Gower (Traditional) Performer(s): Fairport Convention
I am a sailor, both stout and strong To a goodly vessel I do belong Well guard and anchored and well equipped Sir William Gower and a very fine ship
Our captain in his cabin lay When a dreadful voice to him did say "This night with me in the deep you'll be So prepare yourself and your company"
The sky grew dark and the sea grew still Though the men were fearful and the air was chill Sir William rose to meet his men Saying "Hear me now for I'll not speak again"
"I loved my mother when she was alive And to my sister I gave babies five I killed my wife and her children three So I now must face what has come for me"
"You'll lash a timber close to my side And throw me out on the water wide And if I swim then let me be But if I sink them pray for me"
So we tied his head and we tied his feet And around his middle a winding sheet At every knot the sea did stir Grew ready for the murderer
And then we saw his open grave The likeness of a single wave That swept our ship from her stern to her bow And bore away Sir William Gower
Philadelphia Filly Composer(s): Tracy Pendarvis Performer(s): Tracy Pendarvis
Tallahassie Lassie had a lot on the ball Susie Q and Peggy Sue has met you all My Philly filly from old P A A modern day rocker in a space age way Philadelphia filly Man, she's a dilly, hey!
When she's dancin', she can really go Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show Looks so neat, walkin' down the street She's my filly and she can't be beat Philadelphia filly Man, she's a dilly, no!
When she kisses, she makes a smack Makes a shiver run up my back Dressed for a weddin' or in old blue jeans Sweetest gal that you've ever seen Philadelphia filly Man, she's a dilly, hey!
Number one rocker all over this land Swingin' to the music on the big bandstand Speaking in class or doin' handjive Makes everybody just come alive Philadelphia filly Man she's a dilly, hey!
When she's dancin', she can really go Twistin' or a-boppin', she steals the show Looks so neat, walkin' down the street She's my filly and she can't be beat Philadelphia filly Man, she's a dilly, hey!
Philadelphia filly Oh, she's a dilly Philadelphia filly Oh, more pity..........
Phenomenal Cat Composer(s): Ray Davies Performer(s): The Kinks
A long, long time ago In the land of idiot boys There lived a cat, a phenomenal cat Who loved to wallow all day
No one bothered him As he sat, content in his tree. He just lived to eat 'cause it kept him fat And that's how he wanted to stay
Though he was big and fat All the world was good to him, And he pointed out on the map All the places he had been Kathmandu, The Scilley Isles and Sahara, too
Fum, fum, diddle-um di La la la la, la-la la la La la la la, la-la la la la La la la la-la la la
Once when he was thin He had flown to old Hong Kong And had learned the secret of life And the sea and the sky beyond So he gave up his diet and sat in a tree And ate himself through eternity
Fum, fum, diddle-um di La la la la la-la la la La la la la, la-la la la la La la la la-la la la Fum, fum, diddle-um di Fum, fum, diddle-um di
La Source Composer(s): Guy Bonnet; Henri Djian; Daniel Faure First performance by: Isabelle Aubret - 1968
Elle chante au milieu du bois La source et je me demande S'il faut croire à cette légende D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Elle était blonde, elle était douce Elle aimait à se reposer Dans le bois, couchée sur la mousse Ecoutant les oiseaux chanter Un jour qu'elle allait à la ville Par le bois où elle passait Elle vit soudain, immobiles Trois hommes qui la regardaient Trois hommes qui la regardaient
Elle chante au milieu du bois La source, et je me demande S'il faut croire à cette légende D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Ils étaient là, trois, à l'attendre Trois hommes-loups, cette brebis Elle avait la chair bien trop tendre Ils avaient bien trop d'appétit Elle ne savait pas défendre Le souffle léger de sa vie Elle tomba sur l'herbe tendre Comme un oiseau tombe du nid Comme un oiseau tombe du nid
Elle chante au milieu du bois La source, et je me demande S'il faut croire à cette légende D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Quand on l'a soulevée de terre Comme une grande fleur coupée Sa robe blanche et la lumière On aurait dit une mariée Quand on l'a soulevée de terre On aurait dit comme un grand lys Entre les feuilles, entre les pierres Une claire source a jailli Une claire source a jailli
Elle chante au milieu du bois La source, et je me demande S'il faut croire à cette légende D'une fille qu'on y trouva
S'il faut croire à cette légende D'une fille qu'on y trouva
Phantom Of The Opera Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber; Charles Hart; Richard Stillgoe Performer(s): Sarah Brightman; and various other artists
Christine: In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came.... that voice which calls to me and speaks my name... And do I dream again? For now I find the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside my mind...
Phantom: Sing once again with me our strange duet... My power over you grows stronger yet... And though you turn from me,to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your mind...
Christine: Those who have seen your face draw back in fear... I am the mask you wear...
Phantom: It's me they hear...
Both: You're/my spirit and you're/my voice, in one combined: the Phantom of the Opera is there - inside your/my mind...
Chorus: He's there,the Phantom of the Opera... Beware the Phantom of the Opera...
Phantom: In all your fantasies you always knew that man and mystery...
Christine: ...were both in you...
Both: And in this labyrinth where night is blind the Phantom of the Opera is there/here inside your/my mind...
Phantom: Sing my Angel of Music! He's there The Phantom of the Opera....
When I was a lad I served a term As office boy to an Attorney's firm I cleaned the windows and I swept the floor And I polished up the handle of the big front door I polished up that handle so carefullee That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
He polished, ...
As office boy I made such a mark That they gave me the post of a junior clerk I served the writs with a smile so bland And I copied all the letters in a big round hand I copied all the letters in a hand so free That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
He copied, ...
In serving writs I made such a name That an articled clerk I soon became I wore clean collars and a brand-new suit For the pass examination at the Institute And that pass examination did so well for me That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
And that pass examination, ...
Of legal knowledge I acquired such a grip That they took me into the partnership And that junior partnership, I ween Was the only ship that I ever had seen But that kind of ship so suited me That now I am the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
But that kind, ...
I grew so rich that I was sent By a pocket borough into Parliament I always voted at my party's call And I never thought of thinking for myself at all I thought so little, they rewarded me By making me the Ruler of the Queen's Navee!
He thought so little, ...
Now landsmen all, whoever you may be If you want to rise to the top of the tree If your soul isn't fettered to an office stool Be careful to be guided by this golden rule Stick close to your desks and never go to sea And you all may be rulers of the Queen's Navee!
Big Joe ... And Phantom 309 Composer(s): Tommy Faile First release by: Red Sovine - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
I was out on the West Coast, tryin' to make a buck And things didn't work out, I was down on my luck Got tired a-roamin' and bummin' around So I started thumbin' back East, toward my home town
Made a lot of miles, the first two days And I figured I'd be home in week, if my luck held out this way But, the third night I got stranded, way out of town At a cold, lonely crossroads, rain was pourin' down
I was hungry and freezin', done caught a chill When the lights of a big semi topped the hill Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on And I climbed in that cab, where I knew it'd be warm
At the wheel sit a big man, he weighed about two-ten He stuck out his hand and said with a grin Big Joe's the name, I told him mine And he said: The name of my rig is Phantom 309
I asked him why he called his rig such a name He said: Son, this old Mack can put 'em all to shame There ain't a driver, or a rig, a-runnin' any line that seen nothin' but taillights from Phantom 309
Well, we rode and talked the better part of the night When the lights of a truck stop came in sight He said: I'm sorry son, this is as far as you go 'Cause, I gotta make a turn, just on up the road
Well, he tossed me a dime as he pulled her in low And said: Have yourself a cup on old Big Joe When Joe and his rig roared out in the night In nothin' flat, he was clean out of sight
Well, I went inside and ordered me a cup Told the waiter Big Joe was settin' me up Aw!, you coulda heard a pin drop, it got deathly quiet And the waiter's face turned kinda white
Well, did I say something wrong? I said with a halfway grin He said: Naw, this happens every now and then Ever' driver in here knows Big Joe But son, let me tell you what happened about ten years ago
At the crossroads tonight, where you flagged him down There was a bus load of kids, a comin' from town And they were right in the middle, when Big Joe topped the hill It could have been slaughter, but he turned his wheels
Well, Joe lost control, went into a skid And gave his life to save that bunch-a kids And there at that crossroads, was the end of the line For Big Joe and phantom 309
But, every now and then, some hiker'll come by And like you, Big Joe'll give 'em a ride Here, have another cup and forget about the dime Keep it as a souvenir, from Big Joe and Phantom 309!
