Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Hallo - Hallo Composer(s): Keld Heick - John Hatting - Torben Lendager First performance by: Lonnie Devantier - 1990
Kigger på mit ur, nu' du ganske sikkert hjemme Så jeg drøner ned ad trappen for at ringe til dig Men ned' i boksen står der én med mønter fremme Han ta'r flere op af lommen, mens han skuler til mig
Så er der fri, jeg ringer op og den er klar Men det er kun din automat, der gi'r mig svar
Jeg si'r: Hallo, hallo Jeg ved godt, du er hjemme Ka' du ikke ta' og ta' din telefon Hallo, hallo Jeg lytter til din stemme Men når båndet slutter, er der aldrig no'en
Rådhusuret slår, og her står jeg nu og fryser Jeg er træt af smarte fyre, der skal imponere Jeg' godt forkølet, pudser næse, går og nyser Og ka' næsten ikke styre temperamentet mere
Jeg griber røret, men bli'r stadig holdt for nar For det' din dumme automat, der gi'r mig svar
Jeg si'r: Hallo, hallo Jeg ved godt, du er hjemme Ka' du ikke ta' og ta' din telefon Hallo, hallo Jeg lytter til din stemme Men når båndet slutter, er der aldrig no'en
Jeg fodrer boksen med den sidste mønt jeg har Det er og bli'r din automat, der gi'r mig svar
Jeg si'r: Hallo, hallo Jeg ved godt, du er hjemme Ka' du ikke ta' og ta' din telefon Hallo, hallo Jeg lytter til din stemme Men når båndet slutter, er der aldrig no'en
Jeg si'r: Hallo, hallo Jeg vidste du var hjemme Det var rart, at du ku' ta' din telefon Hallo, hallo Jeg lytter til din stemme Selv om båndet slutter, er der stadig no'en Det var rart, at du ku' ta' din telefon
Something Good Composer(s): Richard Rodgers First performance by: Julie Andrews & Bill Lee - 1965
Maria: Perhaps I had a wicked childhood Perhaps I had a miserable youth But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past There must have been a moment of truth For here you are, standing there, loving me Whether or not you should So somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good Nothing comes from nothing Nothing ever could So, somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good
Captain: So here you are, standing there, loving me Whether or not, you should
Maria: So somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good
Both: Nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could
Up From The Deep Composer(s): Ray Trainer; The Tubes Performer(s): The Tubes
Tell me how you want it and that's we'll play it Listen to our single Watch how they play it Tell me how you want it That's how I'll have our guitar player, Roger Steen, play it Play this song together That's how we like it And all my boys will play along Even if they don't like the song Even if the progression's wrong Wake us up from a sleep Comin' up from the deep
Brandenburger Tor First performance by: Ketil Stokkan - 1990
En heil verden va' te' stede Førr å dele det som skjedde i høst Vi så menneska gråte av glede Og ei grense åpne mot øst Ingen kunne la vær, alle sammen va' der Og fick se Brandenburger Tor
Her står vi på Brandenburger Tor Hånd i hånd som om det va' i går Du og æ på Brandenburger Tor Vi ser Brandenburger Tor Ja, vi ser Brandenburger Tor
Et heilt folk ville leve Og førtelle om sin rike kultur Vi så sannheta åpent på TV Fra en bydel gjemt bak en mur Byen løfta sitt slør, allting ser ut som før Førr oss, på Brandenburger Tor
Her står vi på Brandenburger Tor Hånd i hånd som om det va' i går Du og æ på Brandenburger Tor Vi ser Brandenburger Tor
Etter mange lange år En ny vår førr Brandenburger Tor
Her står vi på Brandenburger Tor Hånd i hånd som om det va' i går Du og æ på Brandenburger Tor Vi ser Brandenburger Tor
(Her står vi på Brandenburger Tor) Hånd i hånd som om det va' i går Du og æ på Brandenburger Tor Vi ser Brandenburger Tor
(Her står vi på Brandenburger Tor) Hånd i hånd som om det va' i går Du og æ på Brandenburger Tor Vi ser Brandenburger Tor Ja, vi ser Brandenburger Tor
Up From The Skies Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix Performer(s): Jimi Hendrix; and various other artists
I just want to talk to you I won't uh, do you no harm I just want to know about your different lives on this here people farm
I heard some of you got your families living in cages tall & cold And some just stay there and dust away past the age of old Is this true? Please let me talk to you
I just wanna know about the rooms behind your minds Do I see a vacuum there, or am I going blind? Or is it just remains from vibrations and echoes long ago Things like 'Love the World' and 'Let your fancy flow' Is this true? Please let me talk to you Let me talk to you
I have lived here before, the days of ice And of course this is why I'm so concerned And I come back to find the stars misplaced and the smell of a world that has burned
The smell of a world that has burned
Well, maybee, maybe it's just a change of climate I can dig it, I can dig it baby, I just want to see
So where do I purchase my ticket I would just like to have a ringside seat I want to know about the new Mother Earth I want to hear and see everything I want to hear and see everything I want to hear and see everything Aw, shucks If my daddy could see me now
Something For The Girl With Everything Composer(s): Ron Mael Performer(s): Sparks; Mark Burgess; Faith No More
Something for the girl with everything See, the writings on the wall You bought the girl a wall Complete with matching ball-point pen You can breathe another day Secure in knowing she won't break you (yet)
Something for the girl with everything Have another sweet my dear Don't try to talk my dear Your tiny little mouth is full Here's a flavour you ain't tried You shouldn't try to talk, your mouth is full
Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Bearing gifts to aid amnesia She knows everything yes yes everyting She knew way back when you weren't yourself
Something for the girl with everything Here's a really pretty car I hope it takes you far I hope it takes you fast and far Wow, the engines really loud Nobody's gonna hear a thing you say
Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Where should they leave these imported gimmicks Leave them anywhere An-an-anywhere Make sure that there's a clear path to the door
Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Something for the girl with everything Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here Three wise men are here
Here's a patridge in a tree A gardener for the tree Complete with ornithologist Careful, careful with that crate You wouldn't want to dent Sinatra, no
Something for the girl who has got everything Yes, yes, everything Hey, come out and say hello Before your friends all go But say no more than just hello Ah, the little girl is shy You see of late she's been quite speechless very speechless She's got everything
Up In A Puff Of Smoke Composer(s): Ron Roker; Gerry Shury; Phillip Swern Performer(s): Polly Brown; The Rubinoos
Going up, up, up Going up, going up Going up, up, up
Going up, going up Going up, up, up Going up, going up, oh
Like a bubble Headed for trouble Wind is blowing In the wrong direction I was headed into danger Too much in love to see
I pledged my trust in him Believed in everything Just had me on a string And then he let me blow away
And now it's going Up, up, up in a puff of smoke It ain't no joke the way He broke my heart Going up, up, up in a puff of smoke And I'm all choked up inside To see my dreams just Turn into ashes and all my Hopes go up in a puff of smoke
Going up, going up Going up, up, up Going up, going up, oh
I aspire, took me higher than A rocket on it's way to Heaven Couldn't see those dangers coming Cause I was flying blind
It hurt me deep inside And broke my foolish pride That my sweet talking guy Was only talking lies
And now it's going Up, up, up in a puff of smoke It ain't no joke the way He broke my heart Going up, up, up in a puff of smoke And I'm all choked up inside To see my dreams just Turn into ashes and all my Hopes go up in a puff of smoke
He took me higher than a kite Then dropped me like a light Going up, up, up, up, up, up ,up Thought I had a chance But let me set you down Going up, up, up, up, up, up ,up
Ooh, ooh, yeah Going up, up, up, up, up, up ,up
Going up, up, up in a puff of smoke Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Going up, up, up in a puff of smoke Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Going up, up, up in a puff of smoke
Eitt Lag Enn First performance by: Stjórnin - 1990
Með þér - verð ég eins og vera ber Alveg trylltur, kemst í takt við þig, þú tælir mig Ég fer - eftir því sem augað sér Þegar hugur girnist heimta ég, verð hættuleg
Eitt lag enn, ekta sveiflu og hér Þreytist enginn, þú skalt dansa, það sem eftir er Einn takt til! Tónar leika sér að Því sem heillar mig og hæfir, beint í hjartastað
Hjá mér - engin spurning um það er Þegar mætumst við á miðri leið, ég magna seið Það er - ofsa fjör sem fylgir þér Svo ég einhvern veginn umturnast, fæ æðiskast
Eitt lag enn, ekta sveiflu og hér Þreytist enginn, þú skalt dansa, það sem eftir er Einn takt til! Tónar leika sér að Því sem heillar mig og hæfir, beint í hjartastað
Ég er frjáls í faðmi þér, við förum hvert sem er Látum töfra lífsins tak' af okkur völd
Eitt lag enn, ekta sveiflu og hér Þreytist enginn, þú skalt dansa, það sem eftir er Einn takt til! Taflið snýst um það eitt Að við höldum áfram hraðar, hikum aldrei neitt
Að við höldum áfram, hraðar nú Hikum aldrei, ég og þú, - við neitt
Up In The World Composer(s): Clifford T. Ward Performer(s): Clifford T. Ward; Cliff Richard
You've come up in the world And it's all to your credit You made something of your life Like you always said you would But what ever happened to the girl I used to know and all those halcyon days of love?
You've come up in the world And it's such a shame You made success of a dream But it seems so empty now With your weak excuses and your Condescending ways and Your all-too-frequent nights alone
Something For The Boys Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Evelyn Dall and multiple other artists
Im always doing something Something for the boys Im always doing something For the lads if it adds to their joy So dont tell me its a wrong thing If Im out with em nightly till three cos Im always doing something for the boys Or theyre doing something for me
Back in the days of gifty giving When all Gods daddies had greens I was oh so busy living Beyond several gentlemens means I didnt care much where I fluttered Long as my bank roll was buttered But now my lifes completely cluttered With soldiers, sailors Not to speak of those big marines
cos Im always doing something Something for the boys Im always doing something For the lads if it adds to their joy So dont tell me its a wrong thing If I flop on some corporals knee cos Im always doing something for the boys Or theyre doing something for me
Up On Cripple Creek Composer(s): Robbie Robertson Performer(s): The Band; and various other artists
When I get off of this mountain You know where I want to go Straight down the Mississippi river To the Gulf of Mexico To Lake George, Louisiana Little Bessie, girl that I once knew And she told me just to come on by If there's anything she could do
{Refrain}
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me If I spring a leak she mends me I don't have to speak she defends me A drunkard's dream if I ever did see one Good luck had just stung me To the race track I did go She bet on one horse to win And I bet on another to show Odds were in my favor I had him five to one When that nag came around the track Sure enough he had won
{Refrain}
I took up all of my winnings And I gave my little Bessie half And she tore it up and blew it in my face Just for a laugh Now there's one thing in the whole wide world I sure would like to see That's when that little love of mine Dips her doughnut in my tea
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Now me and my mate were back at the shack We had Spike Jones on the box She said, "I can't take the way he sings But I love to hear him talk" Now that just gave my heart a fall To the bottom of my feet And I swore and I took another pull My Bessie can't be beat
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Now, it's hot in California And up north it's pretty cold And this living off the road Is getting pretty old So I guess I'll call up my big mama Tell her I'll be rolling in Bet you know, deep down, I'm kinda tempted To see my sweet Bessie again
Give A Little Love Back To The World Composer(s): Paul Curtis First performance by: Emma - 1990
We've come so far on this great planet We should be proud of all the great things we've achieved But in our search for life's great knowledge We go on takin' out and never plant new seeds
Give a little love back to the world We can't go on takin' out forever Give a little love back to the world We still got time, let's do it together Give a little love back to the world
We've got to stop, think of tomorrow One day our children may have nothing left to share Let's do it now, then in the future They will look back at us with pride and know we cared
Give a little love back to the world We can't go on takin' out forever Give a little love back to the world We still got time, let's do it together
We got no time to hesitate Tomorrow it may be too late
Give a little love back to the world We can't go on takin' out forever Give a little love back to the world We still got time, let's do it together
We still got time, we can do it together Give a little love back to the world (Give a little love back) to the world
Something Following Me Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid Performer(s): Procol Harum
While standing at the junction on 42nd Street I idly kick a pebble lying near my feet I hear a weird noise, take a look up and down The cause of the commotion is right there on the ground Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt about it, it's my own tombstone
I went into a shop, and bought a loaf of bread I sank my teeth into it, thought I'd bust my head I dashed to the dentist, said, 'I've got an awful pain!' The man looks in my mouth and screams, 'This boy is insane!' Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's a lump in my mouth of my own tombstone
I went to see a movie, got the only empty seat I tried to stretch out in it, something blocking my feet Finally the lights came up, and I could clearly see a slab of engraved marble, just staring up at me Imagine my surprise, thought I'd left it at home but there's no doubt I'm sitting on my own tombstone
Quand Je Te Rêve First performance by: Céline Carzo - 1990
Je te vois tout en haut des tours dans les buildings de Singapour Sous un peu de pluie à Cherbourg, dans les jardins du Luxembourg, loin toujours...
Un vol d'oiseaux sur Manhattan revient me dire que tu t'éloignes Je dessine notre amour au fil de tes absences Et c'est comme un été qui commence!
Quand je te rêve, y a plus d'heure, plus de distance Rien n'a plus d'importance, j'oublie tous mes états d'urgence Quand je te rêve, tu me prends, tu me soulèves Un sourire sur tes lèvres et j'ai peur du jour qui se lève Quand je te rêve, quand je te rêve
Tu m'attends sur le banc d'un square dans toutes les salles des aérogares Je te croise au fond des regards derrière les glaces bleues des miroirs
Je devine ton visage dans toutes les transparences Des voyages que je fais en silence
Quand je te rêve, y a plus d'heure, plus de distance Rien n'a plus d'importance, j'oublie tous mes états d'urgence Quand je te rêve, c'est comme un vent qui m'enlève Qui me donne la fièvre, viens avant que la nuit s'achève
Viens dans mon rêve, viens dans mon rêve! Viens dans mon rêve, viens dans mon rêve! Viens dans mon rêve, dans mon rêve, dans mon rêve! Viens dans mon rêve, dans mon rêve, dans mon rêve! Viens dans mon rêve!
Oh... viens dans mon rêve Oh... Viens dans mon rêve, dans mon rêve, dans mon rêve! Viens dans mon rêve, dans mon rêve, dans mon rêve!
Up The Hill Backwards Composer(s): David Bowie Performer(s): David Bowie
The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom And the possibilities it seems to offer It's got nothing to do with you if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you if one can grasp it
A series of shocks - sneakers fall apart Earth keeps on rolling witnesses falling It's got nothing to do with you if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you if one can grasp it
Yeah, yeah, yeah up the hill backwards It'll be alright ooo-ooo
While we sleep they go to work We're legally crippled it's the death of love It's got nothing to do with you if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you if one can grasp it
More idols than realities I'm OK, you're so-so
Yeah, yeah, yeah - up the hill backwards It'll be alright ooo-ooo
Something Beautiful Composer(s): Bill Gaither - Gloria Gaither Performer(s): Bill Gaither and multiple other artists
Something beautiful Something good All my confusion, He understood All I had to offer Him was brokeness and strife But He made something beautiful of my life
Up The Ladder To The Roof Composer(s): Frank Wilson; Vincent DiMirco Performer(s): The Supremes; Sean Delaney; Al Green; The Nylons
Come with me And we shall run across the sky And il-lum-inate the night Oh, oh, oh I will try and guide you To better times And brighter days Don't be afraid Go up the ladder to the roof Where we can see heaven much better Come up the ladder to the roof Where we can be
Mary: Where we can be
Cindy: Where we can be
Closer to heaven
(to heaven stay)
Stay with me And we shall let expression sing
All: Hear freedom's virtues ringing
Jean: Can't you hear 'em ringing?
(Background echoes): Ringing!
Oh, oh, oh
All: Memories of yesterday
Yesterday's broken dreams Don't you know They'll all fade away If you'll come up the ladder to the roof Where we can see heaven much better Go up the ladder to the roof
Ik Wil Alles Met Je Delen First performance by: Maywood - 1990
Jij bent niet de enige die zich verloren voelt En al kwamen woorden harder aan dan ik ze had bedoeld Ik meende alles wat ik zei, ik heb ook geleerd Om te vechten voor een nieuwe dag, is dat dan verkeerd
Ik wil alles met je delen, 'k wil alles voor je zijn En als je me wilt vertrouwen, dan delen we de pijn Samen met je janken, samen uit je bol Samen door het lint gaan, niets is mij te dol
Het leven is een carrousel, het leven is een straat Die eens doodloopt als je niet meer weet hoe het verder gaat Even, ja heel even maar denk je 't is voorbij Maar ik hou van jou zoals je bent, hou je ook van mij
Ik wil alles met je delen, 'k wil alles voor je zijn En als je me wilt vertrouwen, dan delen we de pijn Samen met je janken, samen uit je bol Samen door het lint gaan, niets is mij te dol
Als ik het licht zie aan de horizon Weet ik nog hoe het was, hoe het eens begon
Ik wil alles met je delen, 'k wil alles voor je zijn En als je me wilt vertrouwen, dan delen we de pijn Samen met je janken, samen uit je bol Samen door het lint gaan, niets is mij te dol
Up The 'Pool Composer(s): Ian Anderson Performer(s): Jethro Tull
I'm going up the `pool from down the smoke below to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo The candyfloss salesman watches ladies in the sand down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mister Universe
The iron tower smiles down upon the silver sea and along the golden mile they'll be swigging mugs of tea. The politicians there who've come to take the air while posing for the daily press will look around and blame the mess on Edward Bear
There'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days, seaweed and sand castles, icy waves Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down, sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze
We're going up the `pool from down the smoke below to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mister Universe
There'll be buckets, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days, seaweed and sand castles, icy waves Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down, sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze
