Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Look Through Any Window ((French Version: Regardez Par Des Fenêtres (by The Hollies)) Composer(s): Graham Goldman - Charles Silverman First release by: The Hollies - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
Look through any window yeah, what do you see? Smilin' faces all around rushin' through the busy town
(Where do they go) movin' on their way Walkin' down the highways and the by-ways (Where do they go) movin' on their way People with their shy ways and their sly ways
Oh you can see the little children all around Oh you can see the little ladies in their gowns when you
Look through any window yeah, any time of day See the drivers on the roads pullin' down their heavy loads
(Where do they go) movin' on their way Drivin' down highways and the by-ways (Where do they go) movin' on their way Drivers with their shy ways and their sly ways
Oh you can see the little children all around Oh you can see the little ladies in their gowns when you
Look through any window yeah, what do you see? Smiling faces all around rushin' through the busy town
(Where do they go) Movin' on their way Movin' on their way Movin' on their way
Look Over Your Shoulder Composer(s): Alan Price Performer(s): Alan Price
When there's a bluebird singing by your window pane And the sun shines bright all day through Don't forget boy Look over your shoulder 'Cause there's always someone coming after you (la la la la)
When everything in life seems just as it should be At last success seems just around the door Don't forget boy Look over your shoulder 'Cause things don't stay the same forever more (la la la la)
Hope springs eternal in a young man's breast And he dreams of a better life ahead Without that dream you are nothing, nothing, nothing You have to find out for yourself that dream is dead (la la la la)
Six More Miles (To The Graveyard) Composer(s): Hank Williams First recording/First release by: Hank Williams - 1947/1948 Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, the rain is slowly fallin' And my heart is so sore Six more miles and leave my darlin' Never on this earth to meet no more
Six more miles to the graveyard Six more miles long and sad Six more miles and leave my darlin' Leave the best friend I ever had
Oh, I hear the train a-comin' Bringin' my darlin' back home Six more miles to the graveyard And I'll be left here all alone
Six more miles to the graveyard Six more miles long and sad Six more miles and leave my darlin' Leave the best friend I ever had
Six more miles to the graveyard Six more miles long and sad Six more miles and leave my darlin' Leave the best friend I ever had
Look Out, There's A Monster Coming Composer(s): Vivian Stanshall Performer(s): The Bonzo Dog Band
Lonely, unmarried, looking for love Life was passing me by So I sent off my photo, hobbies and age Magazine marriage I tried They say for centuries lovely Japanese girls Have been trained in the art of pleasing men Be lonely no more, open destiny's door For one dollar they arrange a meeting
My image was wrong, I didn't like me So I changed my personality I bought a delux Merseybeat wig But it was a size too big What confidence in my new built-up shoes So smart for winter or summer Undetectable in normal everyday use
Look out there's a monster coming!
Bye-bye binoculars and macintosh Everything is just great I take elocution, learn to speak posh But still I can't find a mate Be popular, learn to play the guitar In seven days you could be strumming Be sociable, learn kissing technique
Look out there's a monster coming!
Carnaby clothes, I reshaped my nose Plastic surgery's best To cut down my weight off comes my left leg I pass a swimming costume test Are my sideboards too long Don't my aftershave pong? I know my new nose ain't runnin' What's wrong with my tie? Am I getting too high?
Look out there's a monster coming!
Disfiguring and ugly, my facial hair I had removed electrically I rejuvenated my energy cells And regained my virility (grunt grunt) (He put my hand on my heart?) (I am changing the part?) He had a machine for a mummy Please be gentle with me I come to pieces literally
Look out there's a monster coming! Look out there's a monster coming! Look out there's a monster coming! ...
Marlène Composer(s): Henri Djian; Eddy Barclay; J. Walter First performance by: Dominique Dussault - 1970
Une voix grave et nostalgique Dans mon cur chante une musique, musique anachronique Avec elle je reviens toujours À l'époque du soixante dix-huit tours, rayé et oublié
C'était toi qui charmais, Marlène Qui troublais, Marlène, c'était toi Tu n'étais pas pour moi la reine des écrans, Marlène Mais l'Ange Bleu qu'on n'oubliera jamais
De longs doigts, un fume-cigarette Un regard qui n'en finissait pas, sait pas sait pas, ses bas Ses bas noirs en Cinérama Une silhouette en sexyrama, Marlène, oui, c'est bien toi
Tu souris et je suis Marlène Les gens crient: "Marlène!" - c'est pour moi Je rêve d'un escalier de scène comme toi, Marlène Que je descends langoureusement
Un mètre cinquante avec mes talons Des cheveux frisés comme un mouton, oh quelle désillusion Je voulais tant lui ressembler Vous ensorceler, vous 'Marléniser' L'Ange Bleu pour moi c'est raté
Sie sagte: "Die Liebe, das ist mein Leben" "Nur auf die bin ich eingestellt" Non, non, je ne peux pas You take me, take me in the sky You make me crazy in my mind Jamais je ne pourrai I want you, I love you, darling I've got you Je ne pourrai jamais, jamais chanter comme ça
Look On Yonder Wall ((Adapted from: Get Ready To Meet Your Man (by James (Beale Street) Clark) - 1945/1946)) Composer(s): James Clark Performer(s): Jazz Gillum - 1946 and multiple other artists
Look on yonder'd wall Hand me down my walkin' cane Look on yonder'd wall Hand me down my walkin' cane Yeah, I'm gonna find me woman Hoo-well, you get ready to meet your man
Now baby, I've been worried Ever since Veteren's Day Ev'rytime I pick up the paper Yo' man is comin' this a-way
Look on yonder'd wall Hand me down my walkin' cane Said, I'm gonna find me woman Woo-hoo, look, here come yo' man
Now yo' man don't want no two keys Made to his do' He don't want no strange shoes Layin' down on his flo'
He don't want no hat, mama Three sizes too small He don't want my clothes Hangin' up on his wall
Look on yonder'd wall Hand me down my walkin' cane I'm gonna find me woman Woo-hoo, wait babe Baby, here come yo' man
Now your man have been in the army 'N I know that's awful, tough I don't know how many men that he done kill But I think he done killed enough
Look on yonder'd wall Hand me down my walkin' cane I'm gonna find me woman Hoo-hoo, well baby Baby, here come yo' man
Six Man Band
Composer(s): Terry Kirkman
Performer(s): The Association
Well, I'm a day at a time
I'm a day at a time
Well, I'm a seeker and knower
In a six man mind
'Cause I'm a traveling man
Yes, I'm a traveling man
Well, I'm a comer and a goer
In a six man band
Well, I'm a California man, my instrument in hand
I'm electrified
On a fast flying trip, dirty laundry in my grip
Mostly drip-dry
We got the seventeen jewels that dictate the rules
And the time to fly, as we're passing by
We just got the time to say hello, and then a fast good-bye
I'm a traveling man
Yes, I'm a traveling man
Well, I'm a comer and a goer in a six man band
The Look Of Love ((Italian Version: Magia (by Ornella Vanoni) - 2002)) Composer(s): Hal David - Burt Bacharach First release by: Dusty Springfield - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
The look of love is in your eyes A look your smile can't disguise The look of love is saying so much more than just words could ever say And what my heart has heard, well it takes my breath away
I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you How long I have waited Waited just to love you, now that I have found you Don't ever go You've got the
Look of love, it's on your face A look that time can't erase Be mine tonight, let this be just the start of so many nights like this Let's take a lover's vow and then seal it with a kiss
I can hardly wait to hold you, feel my arms around you How long I have waited Waited just to love you, now that I have found you Don't ever go Don't ever go
Gwendolyne Composer(s): Julio Iglesias First performance by: Julio Iglesias - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
Tan dentro de mí conservo el calor que me haces sentir... Conservo tu amor tan dentro de mí que aún puedo vivir muriendo de amor muriendo de ti Como buscan las olas la orilla del mar como busca un marino su puerto y su hogar yo he buscado en mi alma queriéndote hallar y tan sólo encontré mi soledad Y a pesar que estás lejos tan lejos de mí... A pesar de otros besos quizás, Gwendolyne aún recuerdes el tiempo de aquel nuestro amor... Aún te acuerdes de mí Y aún recuerdo aquel ayer cuando estabas junto a mí Tú me hablabas del amor Yo aún podía sonreír... Aún recuerdo aquel amor... Y ahora te alejas de mí Le he pedido al silencio que me hable de ti he vagado en la noche queriéndote oír y al murmullo del viento le he oído decir tu nombre: Gwendolyne
Six Lessons From Madame La Zonga Composer(s): James V. Monaco; Charles Newman Performer(s): Helen O'Connell and multiple other artists
Six lessons from Madame La Zonga You do the Rumba and the new La Conga Six lessons in Madames cabana And you will imagine youre down in Havana
Her four Latin daughters will help you to start While finding the rhythm you might lose your heart
Six lessons from Madame La Zonga And youll develop your hip and your knee And say, by the way, if youre sure its okay If Madame likes you, the lessons are free
Rosita gives you lesson one, Chiquita gives you lesson two Madame gives you all the rest And her methods are the best
The Madame shows you how to walk The Madame marks it with her chalk When the Madame starts to squawk Thats her Cuban double talk
Six lessons from Madame La Zonga And youll develop your hip and your knee And say, by the way, if your sure its OK If Madame likes you, the lessons are free If Madame likes you, the lessons are free!
Look Of Love Composer(s): Ellie Greenwich - Jeff Barry Performer(s): Lesley Gore
Look at the way he looks at her Look at the way he smiles I remember when he was mine I remember when things were fine Oh, look at the way he looks at her now Isn't that the look of love?
Look at the way he holds her hand Look at the way they dance I remember when he loved me I remember how it used to be But look at the way he smiles at her now Isn't that the look of love?
Here I am, all by myself Watching him with someone else And he doesn't even know I'm here Wish I could hold back my tears, 'cause
Look at the way he's kissing her Look at him hold her tight I remember his warm embrace And the tender look on his face Yes, look at the way he looks at her now Isn't that the look of love?
(ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Isn't that the look of love? Whoa, oh, oh Isn't that the look of love? Hey, hey, hey Isn't that the look of love? ...
Je Suis Tombé Du Ciel Composer(s): Yves de Vriendt First performance by: David-Alexandre Winter - 1970
Je vivais bien là-haut dans mes nuages J'avais le cur et la tête en voyage Je me croyais tranquille pour longtemps Pour longtemps
Chaque fois que je regardais la terre Je la trouvais bien ronde et bien sévère Je n'avais pas envie de voir les gens Mais tout à coup, un jour, en te voyant
Je suis tombé du ciel pour me pencher sur toi En arrivant du ciel, je suis tombé sur toi Il m'est venu des ailes en m'approchant de toi Je suis tombé du ciel et je suis fou de joie
Je n'irai plus jamais dans les nuages Tu es ma ville et tu es mon village J'ai découvert que le seul paradis C'est ici
Dieu qu'on s'ennuie quand on plane là-haut À vivre seul comme un triste pierrot Quand il suffit de plonger dans tes yeux Pour naviguer au milieu du ciel bleu
Je suis tombé du ciel pour me pencher sur toi En arrivant du ciel, je suis tombé sur toi Il m'est venu des ailes en m'approchant de toi Je suis tombé du ciel et je suis fou de joie
La la la la la la... la la la la la la... La la la la la la... et je suis fou de joie
Look Into The Sun Composer(s): Ian Anderson - Martin Barre Performer(s): Jethro Tull
Took a sad song of one sweet evening I smiled and quickly turned away It's not easy singing sad songs but still the easiest way I have to say So when you look into the sun and see the things we haven't done oh was it better then to run than to spend the summer crying Now summer cannot come anyway
I had waited for time to change her The only change that came was over me She pretended not to want love I hope she was only fooling me So when you look into the sun look for the pleasures nearly won Or was it better then to run than to spend the summer singing And summer could have come in a day
So if you hear my sad song singing remember who and what you nearly had It's not easy singing sad songs when you can sing the song to make me glad So when you look into the sun and see the words you could have sung It's not too late, only begun we can still make summer Yes, summer always comes anyway
So when you look into the sun and see the words you could have sung It's not too late, only begun Look into the sun
Six Jours Sur La Route (Adapted from: Six Days On The Road - 1964) Composer(s): Earl Green; Carl Montgomery; Yves Dessca Performer(s): Claude François - 1975
Je sors de ma loge et je cours vers ma voiture En passant j'embrasse une fille et je fais quelques signatures Pardon si je suis pressé, c'est que je viens de passer Six jours sur la route, et moi je rentre à la maison ce soir
De ville en ville j'ai couru comme un fou me reposant à peine Mais que c'est bon d'être sur scène et de chanter pour ceux qui vous aiment Bientôt je repartirai, mais vraiment je n'en peux plus après Six jours sur la route, et moi je rentre à la maison ce soir
En roulant dans la nuit des choses fourmillent au fond de ma tête Il me faut des chansons nouvelles et un nouveau pas pour les Claudettes Encore ce sacré métier, suffit je lui ai donné Six jours sur la route, et moi je rentre à la maison ce soir
Soudain je pense à cette fille assise au premier rang J'en étais un peu amoureux à la fin de mon tour de chant J'aurais aimé la revoir, mais je lui ai dit bonsoir Six jours sur la route, et moi je rentre à la maison ce soir
Je suis heureux de retrouver tout à l'heure la fille de mon cur Et soudain je me sens l'envie d'appuyer sur l'accélérateur Je rève de l'embrasser, sans elle c'est long de passer Six jours sur la route, et moi je rentre à la maison ce soir
Six jours sur la route, et moi je rentre à la maison ce soir Oui, ce soir
Six Jours À La Campagne Composer(s): Hort Axton; Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Le premier jour, quand on s'est rencontrés C'était le début du monde, la fin de l'ombre Tout recommençait Le second jour, quand on s'est reveillés On a reveillé les sources, le vent qui soufflait Sur les champs de blé
Au matin du troisième Dieu a créé l'Amour Pour que tu m'aimes... Tu m'as aimé six jours
Le jour suivant, parmi d'autres merveilles On a créé la tendresse, quand Dieu n'as fait Que l'eau et le soleil Le cinquième jour un nuage est passé J'avais perdu l'habitude, ma solitude Tu l'as réinventée
Au matin du sixième Dieu a créé la Femme Pour que tu m'aimes... six jours à la campagne
Ingen Regning ((Adapted from: No Charge (by Melba Montgomery) - 1974)) ((French Version: Cadeau (by Marie Laforêt) - 1974)) Composer(s): Harlan Howard - Kurt Thyboe Performer(s): Peter Belli - 1978
Vores lille knægt kom ud til mor i køkkenet en aften, mens hun stod og lavede mad Og han gav hende en lille seddel, han havde skrevet Og da hun havde tørret hænderne i forklædet, tog hun sedlen og læste den, mens jeg lyttede Og her er, hvad der stod
For at slå græsset: 5kr For at rede min seng hele ugen: 6kr For at have gået til købmanden: 2kr For at lege med lillebror, mens du var ude at købe ind: 2kr For at bære skraldespanden ud: 3kr Og for gode karakterer i skolen: 10kr For at gøre rent i gården: 10kr Så alt i alt skylder du mig: 38kr
Mor så lidt på knægten, der stod der og så så forventningsfuld ud Og jeg kunne se, at hun tænkte tilbage på alle de år, som vi havde haft sammen med ham Så tog hun blyanten, vendte sedlen om, og så skrev hun, og jeg læste det for ham
For den tid, jeg bar dig
mens du boede indeni mig: Ingen regning! For de nætter jeg sad hos dig
græd for dig og bad for dig: Ingen regning! For al den tid, al den frygt
du har kostet din mor: Ingen regning! Lille søn, du skal vide, at for min kærlighed til dig
der er der bare ingen regning! For de år, der vil komme
med angst for din fremtid: Ingen regning! Og for alle mine gode råd
og for al min erfaring: Ingen regning! For legetøj, mad og tøj, ja, selv for at snyde din
lille næse der er bare ingen regning, søn! Og læg alt det her sammen
så er min kærlighed til dig bare uden regning!
Da jeg var færdig med at læse op, så havde min lille søn store tårer i øjnene Han så op på sin mor, og han sagde: mor jeg elsker dig så meget! Så tog han blyanten, og med store, skæve bogstaver skrev han
Alt er betalt!
Og til alle jer små venner ude i landet: Husk, at fars og mors kærlighed den koster ikke noget (kor:) Så er min kærlighed til dig bare uden regning!
Marie-Blanche Composer(s): André-Pierre Dousset First performance by: Guy Bonnet - 1970
C'est l'heure où des perles de givre se posent Où chaque feuille se prend pour une rose Quelque part un oiseau chante quelque chose Et Marie-Blanche est à moi
Nous sommes là dans une douce quiétude Nous avons mis fin à notre solitude Nos corps apprennent de tendres habitudes Et Marie-Blanche est à moi
Et Marie-Blanche est à moi, et moi, je l'aime Et Marie-Blanche s'endort près de moi
La neige tombe et le vent lui fait escorte Tous les étangs sont gelés, oui, mais qu'importe À l'hiver nous avons fermé notre porte Et Marie-Blanche est à moi
Et Marie-Blanche est à moi, et moi, je l'aime Et Marie-Blanche s'endort près de moi
Oh, que le temps lui-même tourne ses pages Nous resterons là un siècle ou davantage La ville dort sous l'aile des blancs nuages Et Marie-Blanche est à moi
Je ne veux rien savoir du reste du monde La terre ne m'a jamais semblé aussi ronde Contre mon cur, il y a sa tête blonde Et Marie-Blanche est à moi
