Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Something Tells Me Composer(s): Johnny Mercer - Harry Warren - Charles Dunn Performer(s): Fats Waller and multiple other artists
Haven't read it in your eyes Haven't heard it in your sighs Couldn't tell you why it's so Nevertheless, I only know....
Something tells me I'm falling in love Something tells me you're sent from above Not the stars or the man in the moon Though I'm certain they set the stage and opened the curtain
Something tells me my waiting is through I hope something is telling you too Something whispers that we'll never part And something tells me it's my heart
Must have been so all the time Must have known that you'd be mine You were bound to come to me How I behaved was plain to see
Something tells me I'm falling in love Something tells me you're sent from above Not the stars or the man in the moon Though I'm certain they set the stage and opened the curtain
Something tells me my waiting is through I hope something is telling you too Something whispers that we'll never part And something tells me it's my heart
Usignolo Composer(s): Martelli; Castellani; Concina Performer(s): Claudio Villa; Giorgio Consolini
Quando cantavi alla vita Un usignolo eri tu Per me, per me, per me Ma la tua voce è cambiata Più non mi parla d'amor Per te, per te, per te Usignolo Ma come sa di pianto la tua voce Mi dice il cuore che non trovi pace Mi dice il cuore che non sei felice Usignolo La tua canzone nasce da un sospiro L'amore che tu vivi è tanta amaro Sei prigioniero in una gabbia d'oro L'oro ha fermato il tuo volo E t'ha spezzato le ali Nella tua voce v'è il pianto O mio usignolo Usignolo Per sempre spengo un sogno nel mio cuore Io che innalzavo già per te un altare Coi fior di campo del mio grande amore Usignolo Usignolo
As The Hours, And The Days, And The Weeks, And The Months, And The Years Roll By
As The Hours, And The Days, And The Weeks, And The Months, And The Years Roll By Composer(s): George Formby Performer(s): George Formby
He loved her and she loved him but her chance is mighty slim Of ever getting married to her man Theyve been courting years and years and fixed the wedding day She was two hours early and he was six months late
All day for him shell cry, her eyes are never dry As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by Shell talk about a week, she stands there ankle deep As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together She s bought real posh underwear and said the maiden s prayer As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
The twin bed by her side is still unoccupied As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by Each night no hope at all, her face turned to the wall As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together She complains its so unjust, her trousseau full of dust As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
How she sighs and sighs and sighs, quite an outsize size in size She seems to miss the things shes never had When he said goodbye-ye he kissed her on the mat That only set her longing for something more than that
Where they used to meet, she stands and gets cold feet As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by She says shes taken root, its growing through her boot They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together
Theres a wart upon her nose, good gracious how it grows As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by Her age is twenty three, thats all she means to me
Shes making baby clothes, and says one never knows They say better late than never, two birds of a feather, must get together Oh shell never know for sure, what God made husbands for As the hours and the days and the weeks and the months and the years roll by
Usted Abusó (Voçe Abusó) Composer(s): A.C. Jocafi; P.A.C. Marques Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
perdone usted que tanto insista en éste tema pero no se hacer peoma ni canción que no hable de otra cosa que no sea amor si la simpleza de mis versos pueda herir al intelecto que no use el corazón como expresión
usted abusó sacó partido de mí abusó sacó partido de mí abusó sacó partido de mí abusó
encuentro injusto y muy normal el desamor que sufrir tanto es de mal gusto aunque no sé si es por vulgar o onfantil que fracasó mi amor si la simpleza de mis versos pueda herir al intelecto que no use el corazón como expresión
Sunbathin' In The Park Performer(s): George Formby
Don't think I'm walking all round the world. I've got the sunbathe craze I first do my back and when that's nicely fried Then I turn round and I do t'other side A girl said today as I laid on the green I was the sweetest worm she'd ever seen
When I'm sunbathing in the park every morning when the sun goes down From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown
All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc "That's not freckles" people shout, "it's the measles breaking out" When Im sunbathing in the park
Im sunbathing in the park every morning when the sun goes, down From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc I get sunburnt nice and strong all around my om bon pong When I'm sunbathing in the park
I fry and frizzle and fizzle all day like a poached egg on toast When the sun shines through my little short vest It's so hot it scorches my family crest One day last week I got caught on the hop A tramp on my chest started grilling a chop
When I was sunbathing in the park every morning till the sun goes down From the tip of my nose to my ten little toes, all so nice and brown All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc I get sunburnt scorched and tanned all around my no-man's land When I'm sunbathing in the park
All day I'm burnt at the stake just like Joan of Arc And the birds from every tree leave their visiting cards on me When I'm sunbathing in the park
Land of the mountains high Utah, we love thee! Land of the sunny sky Utah, we love the! Far in the glorious West Throned on the mountain's crest In robes of statehood dressed Utah, we love thee!
Columbia's newest star Utah, we love the! Thy lustre shines afar Utah, we love thee! Bright in our banner's blue Among her sisters true She proudly comes to view Utah, we love thee!
Land of the Pioneers Utah, we love thee! Grow with the coming years Utah, we love thee! With wealth and peace in store To fame and glory soar Godguarded evermore Utah, we love thee!
Something Stupid
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks
First release by: Carson and Gaile - 1967
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo" (Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus)
1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)
2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor)
2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)
I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time To spend an evening with me And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance You won't be leaving with me
And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place And have a drink or two And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid Like: "I love you"
I can see it in your eyes, that you despise the same old lies You heard the night before And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true It never seemed so right before
I practice every day to find some clever lines to say To make the meaning come through But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late And I'm alone with you
The time is right your perfume fills my head, the stars get red And oh the night's so blue And then I go and spoil it all, by saying something stupid Like: "I love you" ("I love you, I love you ...")
Utan Dej, Mitt Liv Går Vidare English Title: Without You, My Life Goes On Composer(s): H. Veigel; D. Zimmerman Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än Att jag måste ensam gå Utan dej, utan dej
Allt vad vi sagt Allt vad vi gjort är en saga idag En saga som blev sanning en gång Jag var så kär och ännu är Men vad hjälper det nu När du har lämnat mej här?
Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än Att jag måste ensam gå Utan dej, utan dej
Himlen är grå När jag nu står och ser upp mot den sky Som fylldes utav stjärnor en kväll Brevet du skrev har jag nu slängt Ty det gjorde så ont Att läsa att allt var slut
Utan dej, mitt liv går vidare Utan dej, jag kan ej fatta än Att jag måste ensam gå Utan dej, utan dej
Qualche Stupido "Ti Amo"
((Adapted from: Something Stupid (Carson and Gaile) - 1967))
Composer(s): C. Carson Parks
Performer(s): Sacha Distel & Joanna Shimkus - 1967
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Dat Afgezaagde Zinnetje (Willy & Willeke Alberti)
1967 - En Lille Dumhed (Siw Malmkvist & Otto Brandenburg)
1971 - Algo Tonto (Enríque Guzmn & Silvia Pinal)
2003 - Een Dom Compliment (Jo Vally & Vanessa Chinitor)
2003 - Zoiets Onnozels (Willy Sommers, Lisa Del Bo & Luc Steeno)
Difficile trovare la maniera di passare la serata con te Supponi per esempio ce ne andassimo a ballare lo sai bene com'è Insieme finiremmo per cercare un posto quieto per nasconderci Inevitabilmente finirei con qualche stupido "Ti amo"
E lo so già finiresti col reagire perlomeno risentendoti Pensando non sia altro che una frase tra le tante che si dicono
Rimurgino le parole estremamente intelligenti come piacciono a me E aspetto che la sera mi procuri l'atmosfera per offrirle a te Ma vuoi che sia la luna o il tuo profumo che io sento vicinissimo Inevitabilmente m'impappino in qualche stupido "Ti amo"
Ma vuoi che sia la luna o il tuo profumo che io sento vicinissimo Inevitabilmente m'impappino in qualche stupido "Ti amo" "Ti amo" "Ti amo"
Fri? Composer(s): Kim Engblom - Tina Krause - Janne Engblom - Stina Engblom First performance by: Beat - 1990
Oo yeah...
Fri, om jag frågar dig, säger du ej nej Frihet har vi väl Men, om du frågar mig, vad vår frihet är Svarar jag så här
Fri, vem av oss är fri? Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa... Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...
Säg, varför dessa krav Vad gör mig så svag för ditt yttre skal? Vem ger behoven fart? Vem gör mig till slav under all reklam?
Fri, vem av oss är fri? Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa... Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...
Whoa... vem av oss är fri? Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa... Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...
Fri, vem av oss är fri? Fri att tänka själv, att ärligt och stolt vara den vi är, whoa... Rädd, rädd att göra fel, fångad i ett spel Där de som är lika får leka med, whoa...
Utopia Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Je chanterai le nouveau monde Né de la zone et de l'ordure En ces temps-là vos belles actions Passaient toujours par l'écriture Vous vous gaviez de projections De projects sérieux, de futur Pendant que l'ordre et la répression Vous alignaient contre un mur
Vous ronronniez pour le vieux monde Dans l'opposition objective Respectant la règle et la ronde Dans vos manchettes maladives Ça sentait le médicament La frustration et le soumis Ça puait déjà l'électron Le temps qui passe à crédit
Des technocrates maigrichons Vous prédisaient des jours meilleurs Des aurores de l'expansion A la sournoise nuit des chomeurs Vous faisiez du lard aux ceintures Les pancartes au bout des bras mous Faisaient des cercles dans l'ordure Ou vous vous traîniez à genoux
Les barbares, qui montraient leurs crocs Aux barrières des périphériques Ricanaient, remplaçant vos mots Par des cris de guerriers celtiques Vous en aviez froid dans le dos Bien qu'expliquant ce phénomène Vous essayiez de rentrer tôt Détestant les milices urbaines
Vous nous regardiez en ces temps Inventer une autres musique Faite de violence et de sang D'ignorance et de prophétique Votre raison vous pesait lourd Dans vos masochistes partouzes Dans vos dérisoires amours Votre révolte et vos ventouses
La petite gauche vivotait Frileuse comme une alouette Vos bars, vos fêtes, vos congrès Vos chanteurs, vos peintres, vos poètes Votre raison, votre droiture Vos illusions, vos habitudes Vos soumissions, votre culture Vos ambitions, vos certitudes
Cette lucidité bidon Qui remplaçait si bien les tripes Etait sinistre et sans passion Et militante et castratrice Elle vous bloquait le creux des reins Comme un calcul diabétique Elle vous laissait sur votre faim De bien nourris et d'asthmatiques
Nous rêvons d'une autre planète En ce futur, t'en souvient-tu? Nous tirons des plans à facettes Vers des comètes disparues Nous installons nos mines d'or Sur des podiums itinérants Ou nous jouons toujours très fort De la guitare, et du vent
Nous pressentons une cassure Une crevasse nette et sanglante Une balafre dans l'azur Un cran d'arrêt dans le silence Une fissure dans le certain Une embolie dans la finance Un détonateur dans la main Un embarras dans la nuance
Nous vivons au ras des pavés N'ayant jamais connu la plage Et jamais le roi des étés Ne s'est inscrit au paysage Nous avons la haine au profond Une haine fondamentale De la hiérarchie et des cons Du quotidien et du fatal
Something Sort Of Grandish Composer(s): Burton Lane - E.Y. Harburg Performer(s): David Wayne & Ella Logan and multiple other artists
Petula: Is it a warmish, kind of glowish, kind of peculiarish sensation?
Tommy: Oh no, it's sort of a shimmerish kind of quimmerish, flibbery-gibberish sensation
Petula: Does it make you feel humming birds in your heart?
Tommy: Butterflies in me feet
Petula: And bees in your bonnet
Tommy: Stars in me britches
Petula: Does it make you want to dance?
Tommy: I hadn't noticed
Petula: And sing?
Tommy: Oh, it does, it does....
Tommy: Something sweet Something sort of grandish Sweeps my soul When thou art near My heart feels so sugar candish My head feels so ginger beer Something so dareish So I don't careish Stirs me from limb to limb It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish To have such an amorish, glamorish dish We could be, oh, so bride and groomish Skies could be so bluish blue Life could be so love in bloomish If my ishes could come true
Petula: Thou art sweet Thou art sort of grandish Thou outlandish cavalier From now on, we're hand in handish Romeo
Tommy: And Guinevere Thou'rt so adorish Toujours l'amourish I'm so cherchez la femme Petula: Why should I vanquish Relinquish, resish
Tommy: When I simply relish this hellish condish I might be manish or mouseish I might be a fowl or fish But with thee I'm Eisenhowzish Please accept my propasish
Both: You're under my skinish So please be give-inish Or it's the beginish of the finish of me
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Reprise:
Children, if you help me find the little gold crock You can have anything that's made in fairyland
There'll be things plenty for allish Wondrish toys and magic tricks Electrish trains and basket ballish Mintish drops and licorice stick
Life will be keenish all halloweenish And jelly beanish too With ice-cream, and cakish And soda to sup And no bellyacheish To wakeish you up
There will be such delicious dishes And will end to this daffyish plot We will go from wretch to riches When we'll find that goldish pot
There will be chocolate castish With hot-dogs, and mustish But cheers! ev'rybodysh Must fastish come trough
Utterly Simple Composer(s): Dave Mason Performer(s): Traffic; The Smoke
Everything really is stupidly simple And yet all around is utter confusion Fairy tales written may help you to see it Do you understand about Lewis's Alice? We fit all our lives into regular patterns All that we really know is that we're really living
(spoken: The man that seeks the world, his wisdom seeks to know his mind And knowing where his feet should walk, and when he should or should not talk And have a friend to find Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet The hermit sits inside his cave and seeks to know his mind Staring into empty space and seeing things in people's faces others cannot find Don't look around to find the sound that's right beneath your feet)
We've nothing to hide so why try to hide it? I know there are some but they're screwed up inside If you need a reason for all this I'm singing It's simpleness really that gives it its meaning
Milas Poli Composer(s): Haris Anastasiou First performance by: Haris Anastasiou - 1990
The xero pos na s'agapiso The xero pos na su to po The xero ti na su hariso Ti thromo pia na perpato Pu tha me vgalei i istoria mu me sena Oso s'akolutho? Milas poli, zitas pola Vres ena tropo mia fora Ti parla na ti stamatas Milas poli, zitas pola
The xero ti na su thimiso Pia melothia, pio rithmo Me musiki na zontanepso ta loyia pu tha po Pu tha me vgalei i istoria mu me sena Oso s'akolutho?
Milas poli, zitas pola Vres ena tropo mia fora Ti parla na ti stamatas Milas poli, zitas pola
Lipon kalitera, mia ora arhitera Na teleionume mia yia panta Then itan boreto na sinehisume Kaname lathi pola
Milas poli, zitas pola Vres ena tropo mia fora Ti parla na ti stamatas Milas poli, zitas pola
Milas poli, zitas pola Vres ena tropo mia fora Ti parla na ti stamatas Milas poli, zitas pola
Ugly Chile Composer(s): Clarence Williams; Johnny Mercer Performer(s): Johnny Mercer
You're so pretty Oh! so pretty You're some pretty doll You've got the kind of eyes that seem to talk They make me get so nervous that I have to walk Oh! I love you, how I love you More and more each day You've got some smile, you're pretty too I've got a million dollars that I'll spend on you 'Cause you're so pretty, oh! o pretty You're some pretty doll
Now that's the way my folks would always sing to me When I was just a blossom on my family tree But when I got around to datin' my first chick This is what she said, an' did she spread it thick...
Hey! You're ugly, oh! so ugly You're some ugly chile The clothes you wear are not in style You look like an ape every time you smile How I hate you, you alligator bait, you Why don't you lay down and die How I hate you, you alligator bait, you An' here's the reason why...
You're knock kneed, pigeon toed, box ankled You're big foot, barefoot slue footed too How'd they ever get a pair of shoes on you Your short and squatty, just nobody You're some Ugly Chile What a joke on your family when along comes you You're dippy, dappy, hey! slap happy You're some Ugly Chile!
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Alternate Version: You're Some Pretty Doll
You're so pretty, oh! so pretty You're some pretty doll You've got the kind of eyes that seem to talk They make me get so nervous that I have to walk Oh! I love you, how I love you More and more each day You've got some smile, you're pretty too And I've a million dollars that I'll spend on you 'Cause you're so pretty Oh! so pretty You're some pretty doll
Now listen Dolly, come over here There's something I must whisper in your ear You've got me hanging 'round you like a child It seems as if you're goin' to drive me wild These words I tell you are really true And what I say I'll surely do Oh! you're cute and handsome, I can't help but fall You're just a perfect Doll
Your baby ways and your loving smile It sets my heart jumping ll the while Those charming little curls and dimples too They make me know that it is you, just you I wonder if your dear heart is mine If so, it is a joy divine Oh! won't you tell me and put my heart at ease Oh! for a loving squeeze
You're so pretty, oh! so pretty You're some pretty doll You've got the kind of eyes that seem to talk They make me get so nervous that I have to walk Oh! I love you, how I love you, More and more each day You've got some smile, you're pretty too And I've a million dollars that I'll spend on you 'Cause you're so pretty Oh! so pretty You're some pretty doll
Something So Strong Composer(s): Mick Leeson - Peter Vale - Miles Waters Performer(s): Jim Capaldi
We started off heading for the top and set our sights on the sun Now there's no more tears as we're standing here, and the morning light has begun They said that you'll expire. You're wasting your time to try But inside a heart of fire is a force you can't deny
Something so strong driving me on, never tire Something so strong, born of the sun Like a fire burns inside me so strong
We live in hope waiting for the day, when all our dreams can begin But the time it takes for the rain to fall, is the time it takes to give in They said that you'll expire. You're wasting your time to try But inside a heart of fire, is a force you can't deny
Something so strong driving me on, never tire Something so strong, born of the sun Like a fire, sea of fire, burns inside me so strong
Love is what brought us here And no-one can deny
Something so strong driving me on, never tire Something so strong burning so long, like a fire Something so strong born of the sun, taking me higher Something so strong been coming so long, burning desire
Something so strong driving me on, never tire Something so strong burning so long, like a fire Something so strong born of the sun, taking me higher Something so strong been coming so long, burning desire
Something so strong driving me on, never tire Something so strong burning so long, like a fire
Keine Mauern Mehr First performance by: Simone - 1990
Zur selben Zeit vor einem Jahr Hat niemand sich's gedacht Daß unser Freiheitstraum Den Sprung nach vorne macht Gegenwart kommt in Fahrt Sie muß um jeden Preis Bunter sein Nicht nur schwarz und weiß Denn unsere Zukunft wird erst jetzt geboren Viele Sprachen, viele Ohren
Keine Mauern mehr, no walls anywhere (Keine Mauern mehr) Tomber les barrières, keine Mauern mehr Keine Mauern mehr
Der Wind ist stark, er nimmt im Sturm Bläst manchem ins Gesicht Die feste Hand am Widerstand zerbricht Denn unsere Zukunft wird erst jetzt geboren Viele Sprachen, viele Ohren
Keine Mauern mehr, no walls anywhere (Keine Mauern mehr) Nema vie zidova, keine Mauern mehr Keine Mauern mehr
Something So Right Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Paul Simon - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1973 - Se Una Donna Non Va 1979 - Une Chose Qui Va Bien
You've got the cool water When the river runs high And you've got the look of love Right in your eyes And I was in a crazy motion Till you calmed me down It took a little time But you calmed me down
Some people never say the words "I love you" It's not their style to be so bold Some people never say the words "I love you" But like a child They're longing to be told They've got a wall in China It's a thousand miles long To keep out the foreigners They made it strong And I've got a wall around me That you can't even see It took a little time To get next to me
If something goes wrong I'm the first to admit it The first to admit it But the last one to know If something goes right Well,it's likely to lose me It's apt to confuse me Because it's such an unusual sight
Oh I can't get used to something so right Something so right
Some people never say the words "I love you" It's not their style to be so bold Some people never say the words "I love you" But like a child I'm longing to be told They've got a wall in China And I've got a wall around me It took a little time To get next to me
