Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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It's Nice To Be In Love Again First performance by: The Swarbriggs Plus Two - 1977
The sweetest thrill is knowing you're wanted Never thought I'd feel it again So long ago I almost forgot it It's coming back like and old refrain It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when You say hello and you know it's love It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when You meet your girl and the world stands still Your heart is filled with sweet melody It's nice to be in love again The sweetest thrill, I couldn't believe it I hadn't even a friend This heart of mine was thinking of leaving Until you came walking 'round that bend It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when you say hello And you know it's love It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when You meet your girl and the world stands still Your heart is filled with sweet melody It's nice to be in love again It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when You meet your girl and the world stands still Your heart is filled with sweet melody It's nice to be in love again It's nice to be in love again That old familiar feeling when you say hello
Poinciana (Song Of The Tree) (Adapted from: La Canción Del Árbol - 1936) Composer(s): Nat Simon; Buddy Bernier; Manuel Lliso Performer(s): Kay Kyser and various other artists
Blow Tropic wind, sing a song to the trees Trees sigh to me, soon my love I will see
Poinciana, your branches speak to me of love Pale moon is casting shadows from above
Poinciana, somehow I feel the jungle heat Within me there grows a rhythmic savage beat
Love is ev'rywhere, its magic perfume fills the air To and fro you sway, my heart's in time, I've learned to care
Poinciana, though skies may turn from blue to gray My love will live forever and a day
Poinciana, from now until the dawning day I'll learn to love forever, come what may
Smokey Put The Sweat On Me Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson; Lee Hazlewood
Ive known some women in every state New york city to the golden gate Ive lived with some, and buddy, I loved em all (yes, I did) But no one woman had a claim on me cause I still had a lotta world to see And I sometimes stagger, but sugar, I seldom fall
Then like a hungry man, I went to louisiana Where the lovin and the livin was good Without a care to hide and just as satisfied as I could be A lotta women and wine and not a tie to bind me And behaving just as cool as I could til that long legged, sweet walkin ravenhaired cajun lookin Devil put the sweat on me
They call her smokey, shes a little bit-a evil Smokey, right as wrong can be Smokey, she could shake the very devil Smokey put the sweat on me
Oh, my pulse is a beatin to the clickety clack Of this one-way ride thats gonna take me back And my bodys just a-breathin in that mississippi river smell Well, my feet wasnt ready yet for settling down But my soul kept tellin me to turn around And the longer I tried to fight it, the harder I fell
And like a hungry man, I went to louisiana Where the lovin and the livin is good Ill get a brand new bride and be as satisfied as I can be And I wont even mind the world Im leavin behind Because I never really thought that I could til that long legged, sweet walkin ravenhaired cajun looking devil Put the sweat on me
They call her smokey, shes a little bit-a evil Smokey, right as wrong can be Smokey, she could shake the very devil Smokey put the sweat on me Smokey put the sweat on me Awww, smokey put the sweat on me
Poi Passa ((English & French Versions: I'll Be There (by Charles Aznavour); Ça Passe (by Charles Aznavour)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Georges Garvarentz - Bob Raggio Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Poi passa, il male un giorno sparira' Poi passa, il cuore poi cancellera' La farsa e smettero' la corsa Di vivere per te, morire dietro a te Poi passa E l'ora in cui non saro' piu' comparsa Risaliro' fin dove tu scomparsa Sarai soltanto assente ed io di nuovo amante Poi passa Col fiato in gola prendero' la corsa Di strade grandi che non so' E allora, ancora io ripetero' Ti amo, ti amo...
Poi passa Pian piano il fuoco brucia ma si abbassa Col tempo non sarai che un po' di tosse Che a vino caldo e amore so' Che passa, poi passa, poi passa E allora ancora io ripetero' Ti amo, ti amo...
Ancora io ripetero' Ti amo, ti amo Poi passa Col fiato in gola prendero' la corsa Di strade grandi che non so' E allora, ancora lo ripetero' Ti amo, Ti amo ...
Der Star First performance by: Tony Marshall - 1976
Du kennst sein Gesicht, seinen Namen Den Geburtstag weißt du im Schlaf Sein Bild hängt in deinem Zimmer Er Iächelt zu dir herab Jetzt sitzt du in dem Konzertsaal Auf der Bühne dort steht der Mann Von dem du so oft geträumt hast Und das Licht geht für ihn an
Wunderbar, wunderbar Wunderbar singt er seine Lieder Nur für dich so scheint es dir Und du hörst sie immer wieder Wunderbar, wunderbar Wunderbar sind all seine Lieder Noch einmal erklingt die Musik Du schaust ihn an und singst leise mit
Er ist kein Held und kein König Kein Bettler und kein Scharlatan Von allem ist er nur ein wenig Drum bist du in seinem Bann Ins Publikum wirft er die Blumen Es klatscht und jubelt ihm zu Eine Rose hältst du in den Händen Ud fühlst dich mit ihm per du
Wunderbar, wunderbar Wunderbar singt er seine Lieder Nur für dich so scheint es dir Und du hörst sie immer wieder Wunderbar, wunderbar Wunderbar sind all seine Lieder Noch einmal erklingt die Musik Du schaust ihn an und singst leise mit
Aber nichts weißt du von seinem Herzen Und du glaubst alles ist wunderbar Denn du siehst ihn nur im Glanz der Bühne Und dort ist er und bleibt er der Star - der Star
Poetry Man Composer(s): Phoebe Snow Performer(s): Phoebe Snow; and various other artists
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah Ooh yeah
You make me laugh 'Cause your eyes they light the night They look right through me, la la la la You bashful boy You're hiding something sweet Please give it to me yeah, to me
Oh-oh, talk to me some more You don't have to go You're the Poetry Man You make things all rhyme, yeah-yeah
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah Ooh yeah
You are a genie And all I ask for is your smile Each time I rub a lamp, la la la la When I am with you I have a giggling teen-age crush Then I'm a-a sultry vamp, yeah, a sultry vamp
Woah-oh, talk to me some more You don't have to go 'Cause you're the Poetry Man You make things all right, yeah-yeah
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah Ooh yeah
Talk to me some more You don't have to go You're the Poetry Man And you make things all right
And ooh yeah-yeah-yeah Ooh yeah
So once again It's time to say so long And so recall the law of life, la la la la You're goin' home now Oh, home's that place somewhere you go each day To see your wife, yeah-yeah-yeah, to see your wife
Woah-oh, talk to me some more You know that you don't have to go You're the Poetry Man You make things all rhyme, yeah
Woah-oh, talk to me some more You know that you don't have to go You're the Poetry Man You make things all right
Smokey Places Composer(s): Abner Spector Performer(s): The Corsairs
Meeting in smokey places Hiding in shadowy corners Dancing where no one knows our faces Sharing love stolen in the night In smokey places
Oh oh how I cried On your wedding day Like, like my heart would break How you regret your wedding day Now paying for your bad mistake
Mmmmmm Meeting in smokey places Hiding in shadowy corners Oh we are dancing where no one knows our faces Sharing love stolen in the night In smokey places
Some sunny day He will set you free Free to be my life Some sunny day Sweetheart, he'll set you free We'll be, we'll be satified
Meeting in smokey places Hiding in shadowy corners We just keep dancing where no one knows our faces Sharing love stolen in the night In smokey places
Ne Mogu Skriti Svoju Bol First performance by: Ambasadori - 1976
Voljela tebe samo sam ja
Kako da bol skrijem svoj kako da bol sad skrijem svoj prazni su dani, a nisi moj prazni su dani, a nisi moj nekad smo bili samo mi nekad smo bili samo mi al' ode onog ljeta, u oku osta sjeta
Ne molim da se vratis al' molim te da pamtis voljela tebe samo sam ja
Ne molim da se vratis al' molim te da pamtis voljela tebe samo sam ja
Kuda li sad lutas ti kuda sada lutas ti hladan mi vjetar krade san hladan vjetar krade san kako je bila topla noc kako je bila topla noc kad ode onog ljeta, u oku osta sjeta
Ne molim da se vratis al' molim te da pamtis voljela tebe samo sam ja
Ne molim da se vratis al' molim te da pamtis voljela tebe samo sam ja
Ne molim da se vratis al' molim te da pamtis voljela tebe samo sam ja
Ne molim da se vratis al' molim te da pamtis voljela tebe samo sam ja
She said "It's hard for me to explain to you the brightness of the light I can still remember when my life was like that A real and painless beauty I remember as a kid When I thought that I knew everything and in a way I did She was a virgin then, a child in a million With deep round hazel eyes of bazing intuition She called me over to her side and said "Will you please listen I wanna show you something and it's something I've just written And I'm calling it Poetry & Jazz"
She watched her happy family turn to a broken home Her father left with someone else, her mother on her own Her fourteenth birthday, her mother spent in tears She celebrated on her own, her adolescent years. It was hell then, caught in the crossfire Of an emotional triangle she couldn't keep together I heard her softly as she sobbed upon my shoulder Saying "As you are the closest thing I've got to a brother Explain to me why is life so sad"
Sixteen was better 'cause sixteen was boys Make-up parties alcohol and clothes And saying to your boyfriend "Come on get out of bed Look, its three o clock in the afternoon and my mother's coming back" And she smiled then, her eyes filled with laughter She didn't know if it was love, but it didn't really matter She called me on the phone and said "Hey get this big brother I just got rid of one boyfriend and got myself another And listen, this one drives a Jag"
She left school and boyfriends for university Three years of study for an art degree Her clothes were outrageous her hair was many colours Her work was radical and so were her ideas She said "This is brilliant this place is heaven On a score of one to ten, I'd give this place eleven It kicks you up the ass and it fires you with ambition I often used to feel as if my life was just a prison Now I realise it isn't quite that bad"
I was invited to an exhibition a little while ago To an art gallery in Paris where she has a studio She looked sophisticated she was wearing a bronze tan And she'd sold all her work for some outrageous sum And I looked at her and I started laughing I said look you're supposed to be an artist you're supposed to be suffering And she just smiled back and pointed to this painting Of a young girl around which she'd written out this poem She'd shown me once called Poetry & Jazz
My name is Angela I am twelve years old I've given up on working hard and doing as I'm told I see a child psychologist who's spotted in my head A recipe for delinquency or something just as bad But I'll fight for my independence I see the world in another way to my teachers and my parents My priorities are different and my life is not as aimless I am not disruptive and I'm not dangerous I've rhythm and purpose like poetry & jazz
She said "It's hard for me to explain to you, the brightness of the light I can still remember when my life was like that A real and painless beauty I remember as a kid When I thought that I knew everything and in a way I did
Smokey Mountain Rain Composer(s): Kye Fleming; Dennis Morgan Performer(s): Ronnie Milsap; T.G. Sheppard
I found my way from LA back to Knoxville I found out those bright lights aint where I belong From a phone booth in the rain I called to tell her I've had a change of dreams I'm comin' home But tears filled my eyes when I found out she was gone
Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin' I keep on callin' her name Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin' I can't go on hurtin' this way She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain
I waved a diesel down outside of Cathey He said that he was goin' as far a Catlenburgh I climbed up in the cab all wet and cold and lonely I wiped my eyes and told him about her I've got to find her! Can you make these big wheels burn?
Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin' I keep on callin' her name Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin' I can't go on hurtin' this way She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain
I can't blame her for lettin' go A woman needs someone warm to hold I feel the rain runnin' down my face I'll find her no matter what it takes!
Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin' I keep on callin' her name Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin' I can't go on hurtin' this way She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain
Poète, Vos Papiers! Composer(s): Léo Ferré Performer(s): Léo Ferré
Bipède volupteur de lyre Epoux châtré de Polymnie Vérolé de lune à confire Grand-Duc bouillon des librairies Maroufle à pendre à l'hexamètre Voyou décliné chez les Grecs Albatros à chaîne et à guêtres Cigale qui claque du bec
Poète, vos papiers! Poète, vos papiers!
J'ai bu du Waterman et j'ai bouffé Littré Et je repousse du goulot de la syntaxe A faire se pâmer les précieux à l'arrêt La phrase m'a poussé au ventre comme un axe
J'ai fait un bail de trois six neuf aux adjectifs Qui viennent se dorer le mou à ma lanterne Et j'ai joué au casino les subjonctifs La chemise à Claudel et les cons dits "modernes"
Syndiqué de la solitude Museau qui dévore du couic Sédentaire des longitudes Phosphaté des dieux chair à flic Colis en souffrance à la veine Remords de la Légion d'honneur Tumeur de la fonction urbaine Don Quichotte du crève-cur
Poète, vos papiers! Poète, Papier!
Le dictionnaire et le porto à découvert Je débourre des mots à longueur de pelure J'ai des idées au frais de côté pour l'hiver A rimer le bifteck avec les engelures
Cependant que Tzara enfourche le bidet A l'auberge dada la crotte est littéraire Le vers est libre enfin et la rime en congé On va pouvoir poétiser le prolétaire
Spécialiste de la mistoufle Emigrant qui pisse aux visas Aventurier de la pantoufle Sous la table du Nirvana Meurt-de-faim qui plane à la Une Ecrivain public des croquants Anonyme qui s'entribune A la barbe des continents
Poète, vos papiers! Poète, documenti!
Littérature obscène inventée à la nuit Onanisme torché au papier de Hollande Il y a partouze à l'hémistiche mes amis Et que m'importe alors Jean Genet que tu bandes
La poétique libérée c'est du bidon Poète prends ton vers et fous-lui une trempe Mets-lui les fers aux pieds et la rime au balcon Et ta muse sera sapée comme une vamp
Citoyen qui sent de la tête Papa gâteau de l'alphabet Maquereau de la clarinette Graine qui pousse des gibets Châssis rouillé sous les démences Corridor pourri de l'ennui Hygiéniste de la romance Rédempteur falot des lundis
Poète, vos papiers! Poète, salti!
Que l'image soit rogue et l'épithète au poil La césure sournoise certes mais correcte Tu peux vêtir ta Muse ou la laisser à poil L'important est ce que ton ventre lui injecte
Ses seins oblitérés par ton verbe arlequin Gonfleront goulûment la voile aux devantures Solidement gainée ta lyrique putain Tu pourras la sortir dans la Littérature
Ventre affamé qui tend l'oreille Maraudeur aux bras déployés Pollen au rabais pour abeille Tête de mort rasée de frais Rampant de service aux étoiles Pouacre qui fait dans le quatrain Masturbé qui vide sa moelle A la devanture du coin
Smokey Mountain Boy Composer(s): Lenore Rosenblatt; Victor Millrose Performer(s): Elvis Presley
I'm just a Smokey mountain boy Come back to the hills I love Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind And the deep blue sky above
The closer and closer I get to home The more excited I am Those were the mornings I'd roll out of bed Start the day off with a hot corn bread Smothered in huckleberry jam
I'm just a Smokey mountain boy Come back to the hills I love Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind And the deep blue sky above
I can almost hear the hounds running through the woods Close on the trail of the hare How I long to be with them following the hounds a-huntin' again Gettin' me a big old grizzly bear
I'm just a Smokey mountain boy Come back to the hills I love Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind And the deep blue sky above
I traveled around and met lots of girls No matter how many I see I left some pretty ones behind I know back home is where I'll find The girl whose love is meant for me
I'm just a Smokey mountain boy Come back to the hills I love Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind And the deep blue sky above
Poète, les oiseaux se sont tus et elle a disparu comme un bateau en mer Poète, toi qui sais de ta plume chasser même la brume dis-moi ce qu'il faut faire Poète, dis-moi les mots qu'il faut lui dire pour qu'elle revienne pour lui dire que je l'aime Poète, si tu ne m'aides pas, mon amour s'en ira les mots souffle-les moi
Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots Fais-moi Victor Hugo, fais-moi Rimbaud Aide-moi, je t'en supplie, elle est ma vie Les mots pour la reprendre, je veux les apprendre
Poète, aide-moi ou je sombre, je vis dans la pénombre lorsque je suis loin d'elle Poète, Prestidigitateur, ton métier de parleur, donne m'en les ficelles Poète, Donne-moi du talent pour dompter l'ouragan qui ravage nos têtes Poète, il n'y a que toi qui peut sécher les larmes aux yeux de la fille que j'aime
Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots Fais-moi Victor Hugo, fais-moi Rimbaud Aide-moi, je t'en supplie, elle est ma vie Les mots pour la reprendre, je veux les apprendre Poète, use de ta magie, souffle-moi de je t'en prie des mots choisis Je suis perdu sans toi, oh aide-moi Les mots qu'elle veut entendre, je veux les apprendre
Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots
Poète: Dis-lui qu'elle est ta voile Dis-lui qu'elle est ton gouvernail Dis-lui que tu seras son matelot Où qu'elle soit, où qu'elle aille Parle-lui d'émotions Parle-lui de tendresse Dis-lui qu'elle est ta maison Et ta dernière adresse
Poète, la magie de tes mots, l'ont fait fondre en sanglot et elle est revenue
Toi, La Musique Et Moi Composer(s): Gilbert Sinoué; Georges Costa; R. Guitton First performance by: Mary Cristy - 1976
Et Paris se déchire sous la pluie Et Paris se déchire dans tes yeux Dans ta chambre là-haut tu t'ennuies Tu t'endors comme un clown malheureux
Laisse là ces rues mouillées Et ces gens toujours pressés Laisse là ton désespoir et suis-moi
Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un autre univers à fleur de ciel Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un monde nouveau, presque irréel
Imagine une ville au soleil Imagine le retour d'un amour Le sourire d'un enfant qui s'éveille Une page dans le petit jour
Mon amour, prends-moi la main Dès demain, nous serons un N'aie plus peur, n'hésite pas et suis-moi
Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un autre univers à fleur de ciel Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un monde nouveau, presque irréel
Nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un autre univers à fleur de ciel Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un monde nouveau, presque irréel
Poesia Composer(s): P. Casella; Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti Performer(s): Riccardo Cocciante; and various other artists
Poesia poesia sembra che non ci sia poi ritorni per caso a quand'eri bambina e tu tu correvi cantando sorridevi per niente e potevi volare e tutto questo era poesia
Poesia poesia sembra che non ci sia poi ti prende la mano e ti porta lontano con lui e non sei più bambina non sorridi per niente scopri di essere donna e tutto questo è poesia
Poesia poesia sembra che non ci sia poi ti svegli una notte e vorresti parlare con lui Ti dovresti spiegare e non sai cosa dire che è finito l'amore ma in fondo anche questo è poesia
Smokey Composer(s): George Clinton; Gary Shider Performer(s): Funkadelic
Mmm-hmm, looking back at you
Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you (x2)
A-ha-ha-hey, Smokey, when I speak your name Ah, Smokey, you do something to my brain Hey, Smokey, I'm like a dog on your chain Smokey baby, you got me singing this sweet refrain
Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you (x2)
Hold on, Smokey, baby, I love you Hold on, Smokey, baby, I can feel you go Ah, hold on, Smokey baby Smokey baby, you got me playing this sweet refrain
Smokey baby, you got me playing this sweet refrain
Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot Whoa-whoa-whoa whoa whoa-whoa (x15)
refr.: Poen, poen, poen, poen De een zegt geld, de ander money, maar wij zeggen poen Poen, poen, poen, poen 't Zal je gedacht zijn wat je allemaal met poen ken doen Je hoort vaak zeggen dat geluk niet zo te koop is Maar geld doet wonderen en vooral als 't een hoop is Poen, poen, poen, poen Poen, poen, poen, poen, poen poen
Een duppie is een beissie, een kwartje is een heitje Een gulden is een piek en een rijksdaalder heet een knaak Een tientje is een joetje, vijfentwintig is een geeltje Maar hoe heet nou een lap van honderd gulden, meier, raak
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Een jongen is een gozer, een meissie is een grietje Ze doft zich lekker op wanneer ze aan de scharrel gaat Een kleurtje op d're waffel, wat poeier op d'r snufferd D'r gozer zegt verliefd: "Nou ben je net een pijpie kruit"
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Je hoort vaak zeggen dat geluk niet zo te koop is Maar geld doet wonderen en vooral als 't een hoop is Poen, poen, poen, poen Poen, poen, poen, poen, poen poen
Smoke Rings Composer(s): Gene Gifford Performer(s): The Mills Brothers
Tell me where do they go These smoke rings I blow each night? What do they do these circles of blue and white? And why do they seem to picture a dream of love? Why do they fade my phantom parade of love?
Where do they end, the smoke rings I send on high? Where are they hurled when they've kissed the world good-bye? Oh, I'd give my life to laugh at this stife below I'd be a king, I'd follow each ring I blow
Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away Puff, puff, puff night and day Blow, blow them through the air, silky little rings Blow, blow them ev'rywhere, give your troubles wings
What do they tell and what is the spell they cast? Some of them fall and seem to recall the past But most of them rise away to the skies of blue Oh, little smoke rings I love Please take me above, take me with you
Poems, Prayers And Promises Composer(s): John Denver Performer(s): John Denver; and various other artists
I've been lately thinking about my life's time All the things I've done and how it's been And I can't help believin' in my own mind I know I'm gonna hate to see it end I've seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain Spent a night or two all on my own I've known my lady's pleasures had myself some friends Spent a time or two in my own home
I have to say it now it's been a good life, all in all It's really fine to have a chance to hang around Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire While all my friends and my old lady, sit and pass a pipe around (alt- sit and watch the sun go down) And talk of poems and prayers and promises And things that we believe in How sweet it is to love someone How right it is to care How long it's been since yesterday What about tomorrow and what about our dreams And all the memories we share
Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long Time around me whispers when it's cold The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile It turns me on to think of growing old Although my life's been good to me, there's still so much to do So many things my mind has never known I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away And dance across the mountains on the moon
I have to say it now it's been a good life, all in all It's really fine to have a chance to hang around Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire While all my friends and my old lady, sit and pass a pipe around (alt.: sit and watch the world turn 'round) And talk of poems and prayers and promises And things that we believe in How sweet it is to love someone How right it is to care How long it's been since yesterday What about tomorrow and what about our dreams And all the memories we share
