Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Somewhere ((Dutch Version: Later (by Karin Bloemen) - 2006)) Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein - Stephen Sondheim First release by: Larry Kert, Reri Grist, Carol Lawrence - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Tony: And - and And I'll take you away, take you far, far away out of here Far, far away till the walls and the streets disappear
Tony & Maria: Somewhere there must be a place we can feel we're free Somewhere there's got to be some place for you and for me
A Girl: There's a place for us Somewhere a place for us Peace and quiet and open air Wait for us Somewhere
There's a time for us Some day a time for us Time together with time spare Time to learn, time to care Some day!
Somewhere We'll find a new way of living We'll find a way of forgiving Somewhere ...
There's a place for us A time and place for us Hold my hand and we're halfway there Hold my hand and I'll take you there Somehow Some day Somewhere!
Attention, ah là, voilà son avion au bout de la piste Attention au cur qui bat, beaucoup trop fort et beaucoup trop vite Attention aux yeux, l'éclat du soleil autour du cockpit Attention branle-bas de combat, passager très spécial en transit
V.I.P. most important person to me V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly Duty-free, just, just, hail me V.I.P. première classe, accueil garanti V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie
Quelque chose d'un peu à part, de troublant toujours le désir Son allure et son regard, dans cette grâce, qui vous assassine C'est l'amour aléatoire de silence, qu'il faut qu'on devine Limousine pour la Sao-Paulo, oh tout sans lui, devient en ruine
V.I.P. most important person to me V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly Duty-free, just, just, hail me V.I.P. première classe, accueil garanti V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie
yes ou oui, just, just, hail me V.I.P. première classe, effet garanti V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie V.I.P. most important person to me V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly
Attention, ah là, voilà son avion, au bout de la piste Attention au cur qui bat, beaucoup trop fort et beaucoup trop vite Attention aux yeux, l'éclat du soleil autour du cockpit Attention branle-bas de combat, passager très spécial en transit
V.I.P. most important person to me V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly Duty-free, just, just, hail me V.I.P. première classe, accueil garanti V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie
Quelque chose d'un peu à part, de troublant toujours le désir Son allure et son regard, dans cette grâce, qui vous assassine C'est l'amour aléatoire de silence, qu'il faut qu'on devine Limousine pour la Sao-Paulo, oh tout sans lui, devient en ruine
V.I.P. most important person to me V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly Duty-free, just, just, hail me V.I.P. première classe, accueil garanti V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie
Yes ou oui, just, just, hail me V.I.P. première classe, effet garanti V.I.P. like a glass of Glenmorangie V.I.P. most important person to me V.I.P. bienvenue à Paris-Orly
Comme È Ddoce 'O Mare First performance by: Peppino di Capri - 1991
Ammore, sole, mare, luna e stelle Parole belle, sò parole belle Nisciuno ha scritto mai cchiù doce e cheste Parole sò, parole ma Ma surtanto chi, nun s'annammora maje Nun tene 'o core p' 'e cantà
Ma comme è ddoce 'o mare Comme si ddoce tu Quanno l'ammore è ggiovane Te vene voglia 'e cantà
Ma comme è bello 'o sole Quanno tu staje cu' mme Quanno te chiamme: 'Palummè' Vola, e i' volo cu' tte
E gira, gira 'o munno gira mmiez 'a tutte 'e stelle nun se pò fermà E canta, canta 'nà canzona cà nisciuno sente, cà nisciuno sà Da sempe accussì, pe' sempe sarrà L'ammore è chillo cà ce fà campà
Ammore, sole, mare, luna e stelle So' sempe belle p' 'e cantà
Ma comme è ddoce 'o mare Comme si ddoce tu Quanno l'ammore è ggiovane Te vene voglia 'e cantà
Ma comme è bello 'o sole Quanno tu staje cu' mme Quanno te chiamme: 'Palummè' Vola, e i' volo cu' tte
Quanno te chiamme: 'Palummè' Vola, e i' volo cu' tte
Pump Your Blood Performer(s): Henry Winkler & Anson Wiliams
Fonzie: Okay, like we rehearsed it... Cunningham, harmonica Malph, bones, Lori Beth, kazoo Jennifer, beaker The name of this tune is "Pump Your Blood" Hit It One, two, one, two, three ...
Potsie: "Pump, pump, pumps your blood The right atrium's where the process begins Where the C02 blood enters the heart Through the tricuspid valve to the right ventricle The pulmonary artery and lungs Once inside the lungs it dumps its carbon dioxide And picks up its oxygen supply Then it's back to the heart through the pulmonary vein Through the atrium and left ventricle"
Chorus
All: "Pump, pump, pumps your blood
Potsie: "The aortic valvels where the blood leaves the heart Then it's channeled to the rest of the bod The arteries, arterioles, and capillaries too Bring the oxygenated blood to the cells The tissues and the cells trade off waste and CO2 Which is carried through the venules and the veins Through the larger vena cava to the atrium and lungs And we're back to where we started in the heart
Chorus
All: "Pump, pump., pump, pumps your blood"
Potsie (to professor): Well?
Professor: What's this? The Zigfield Follies ...? Weber, I apologize I'm giving you an "A"
Sometimes When We Touch Composer(s): Dan Hill - Barry Mann First release by: Dan Hill - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
You ask me if I love you and I choke on my reply I'd rather hurt you honestly than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you on what you say or do? I'm only just beginning to see the real you
And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
Romance and all its strategy leaves me battling with my pride But through the insecurity, some tenderness survives I'm just another writer still trapped within my truths A hesitant prizefighter still trapped within my youth
And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
At times I'd like to break you and drive you to your knees At times I'd like to break through and hold you endlessly
At times I understand you, and I know how hard you've tried I've watched while love commands you, and I've watched love pass you by At times I think we're drifters, still searching for a friend A brother or a sister. But then the passion flares again
And sometimes when we touch, the honesty's too much And I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die, till we both break down and cry I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides
Pump It Up Composer(s): Elvis Costello Performer(s): Elvis Costello
I've been on tenterhooks, ending in dirty looks List'ning to the Muzak, thinking 'bout this 'n' that She said, "That's that, I don't wanna chitter-chat" Turn it down a little bit or turn it down flat Pump it up, when you don't really need it Pump it up, until you can feel it
Down in the pleasure centre, hell-bent or heaven-sent Listen to the propaganda, listen to the latest slander There's nothing underhand that she wouldn't understand Pump it up, until you can feel it Pump it up, when you don't really need it
She's been a bad girl, she's like a chemical Though you try to stop it, she's like a narcotic You wanna torture her, you wanna talk to her All the things you bought for her, putting up your temperature Pump it up, until you can feel it Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Out in the fashion show, down in the bargain bin You put your passion out under the pressure pin Fall into submission, hit-and-run transmission No use wishing now for any other sin Pump it up, until you can feel it Pump it up, when you don't really need it
Goodbye Earl Composer(s): Dennis Linde First release by: Dixie Chicks - 1999 Covered by multiple other artists
Mary-Ann and Wanda were the best of friends All through their high school days Both members of the 4H Club Both active in the F.F.A.
After graduation Mary-Ann went out Lookin' for a brand new world Wanda looked all around this town And all she found was Earl
Well, it wasn't two weeks after she got married That Wanda started gettin' abused She put on dark glasses, long sleeve blouses And make-up to cover a bruise
Well, she finally got the nerve to file for divorce She let the law take it from there But Earl walked right through that restraining order And put her in intensive care
Right away Mary-Ann flew in from Atlanta On a red eye midnight flight She held Wanda's hand as they worked out a plan And it didn't take 'em long to decide
That Earl had to die Goodbye, Earl, those black eyed peas They tasted alright to me Earl, you're feelin?' weak Why don't you lay down and sleep, Earl Ain't it dark, wrapped up in that tarp, Earl
The cops came by to bring Earl in They searched the house high and low Then they tipped their hats and said, "Thank you, ladies If you hear from him let us know?"
Well, the weeks went by and Spring turned to summer and summer faded into fall And it turns out he was a missing person Who nobody missed at all
So the girls bought some land and a roadside stand Out on Highway 109 They sell Tennessee ham and strawberry jam And they don't lose any sleep at night
'Cause Earl had to die Goodbye, Earl, we need a break Lets go out to the lake, Earl, we'll pack a lunch And stuff you in the trunk Earl, well, is that alright? Good, let's go for a ride, Earl, hey
Puisque Vous Partez En Voyage Composer(s): Mireille Darc; Jean Franc Nohain Performer(s): Mireille Darc; and various other artists
Savez-vous que c'est la première fois que nous nous séparons depuis que c'est arrivé? Remarquez que ça ne fait que quinze jours!... Evidemment quinze jours ce n'est pas très long... mais songez tout de même à ce que ça fait d'heures!...
Puisque vous partez en voyage Puisque nous nous quittons ce soir Mon cur fait son apprentissage Je veux sourire avec courage Voyez j'ai posé vos bagages Marche avant, côté du couloir Et pour les grands signaux d'usage J'ai préparé mon grand mouchoir Dans un instant le train démarre Je resterai seul sur le quai Et je vous verrai de la gare Me dire adieu là-bas avec votre bouquet Promettez-moi d'être bien sage De penser à moi tous les jours Et revenez dans notre cage Où je guette votre retour
Voilà, je vous ai trouvé une bonne place dans un compartiment où il y a une grosse dame et un vieux curé avec une barbe blanche Et puis je vous ai acheté deux livres... Le premier, c'est la vie des saintes... Et l'autre, c'est l'exemple de bienheureuse Ernestine... Cela vous plaît?
Puisque vous partez en voyage Vous m'avez promis ma chérie De m'écrire quatorze pages Tous les matins ou davantage Pour que je voie votre visage Baissez la vitre je vous prie C'est affreux je perds tout courage Soudain je déteste Paris Le contrôleur crie: "En voiture" Le cochon il sait pourtant bien Que je dois rester, mais je jure Que s'il le crie encore une fois, moi je viens J'ai mon amour pour seul bagage Et tout le reste je m'en fous Puisque vous partez en voyage Ma chérie... je pars avec vous
Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough Composer(s): Glen Burtnik - Patty Smyth Performer(s): Patti Smyth & Don Henley; Styx
Now, I don't want to lose you, but I don't want to use you just to have somebody by my side And I don't want to hate you I don't want to take you, but I don't want to be the one to cry
And that don't really matter to anyone anymore But like a fool I keep losing my place and I keep seeing you walk through that door
But there's a danger in loving somebody too much and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust There's a reason why people don't stay where they are Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough
Now, I could never change you, I don't want to blame you Baby, you don't have to take the fall Yes, I may have hurt you, but I did not desert you Maybe I just want to have it all
It makes a sound like thunder, it makes me feel like rain And like a fool who will never see the truth I keep thinking something's gonna change
But there's a danger in loving somebody too much and it's sad when you know it's your heart you can't trust There's a reason why people don't stay where they are Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough
And there's no way home, when it's late at night and you're all alone Are there things that you wanted to say? And do you feel me beside you in your bed there beside you, where I used to lay?
And there's a danger in loving somebody too much and it's sad when you know it's your heart they can't touch There's a reason why people don't stay who they are Baby, sometimes, love just ain't enough
Baby, sometimes, love... it just ain't enough Oh, Oh, Oh, No
{Refrain:} Puisque l'amour commande Laissons-le commander Les amants qui attendent Sont pressés de s'aimer Puisque l'amour commande Laissons-le protéger Ceux qui n'ont que leurs coeurs À offrir au bonheur Qu'ils ont enfin trouvé
Quand deux enfants s'embrassent Devant les gens qui passent On les montre du doigt Pourquoi tant de méfiance Devant l'adolescence Alors que la jeunesse A toutes les richesses Que le monde lui doit?
{au Refrain}
Quand deux enfants se quittent Et se retrouvent ensuite Ça étonne les gens Pourquoi tant de méfiance Lorsque tout recommence Alors que l'indulgence C'est, pour eux, l'espérance Que tout soit comme avant?
{au Refrain}
Puisque l'amour commande Faisons ce qu'il demande Laissons-le commander
Puff (The Magic Dragon) Composer(s): Leonard Lipton; Peter Yarrow Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And froliked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff And brought him strings and sealing wax And other fancy stuff oh, ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And froliked in the autumn mist In a and called Honah Lee Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autume mist In a land called Honah Lee ..
Together they would travel On a boat with billowed sail Jackie kept a look out perched on Puff's gigantic tail Noblekings and princess would bow when e'er they came Pirate ships would low'r their flag When puff roared out his name Oh! ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee .. Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And froliked in the autume mist In a land called Honah Lee ..
A dragon lives forever but not so little boys Painted wings and giant rings Make way for other toys One grey night it happened Jackie Paper came no more And Puff that might dragon He ceased his fearless roar .. His head was bent in sorrow Green scales fell like rain Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane Without his life long friend Puff could not be brave So Puff that mighty dragon, Sadly slipped into his cave Oh! ..
Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea And frolicked in the autumn mist In a land called Honah Lee...
Comme un bateau perdu sous la colère du ciel Un montagnard mourant dans les neiges éternelles Je sens mes forces me lâcher J'ai besoin de secours Le temps pour me sauver Est de plus en plus court
Au bout de l'horizon Mon cur te lance un S.O.S Du fond de ma maison Mon cur te lance un S.O.S S.O.S. Je me noie dans le cirque des jours S.O.S. Je tattends, sauve-moi mon amour
Si j'étais un bateau je coulerais déjà J'aurais la proue dans l'eau J'aurais brisé mon mât Comme un soldat qui perd son sang Je risque d'en mourir Toute seule maintenant, je ne peux m'en sortir
Au bout de l'horizon Mon cur te lance un S.O.S Du fond de ma maison Mon cur te lance un S.O.S S.O.S. Je me noie dans le cirque des jours S.O.S. Je tattends, sauve-moi mon amour
Au bout de l'horizon Mon cur te lance un S.O.S Du fond de ma maison Mon cur te lance un S.O.S S.O.S. Je me donne à qui veut chaque nuit S.O.S. Je me perds dans le gouffre d'un lit S.O.S. Je me noie dans le cirque des jours S.O.S. Je t'en prie sauve-moi mon amour
Puerto Triste Composer(s): Alfonso Valencia M. Performer(s): Javier Solís
Partí de puerto alegre una mañana de carnaval llevando con mi barca dulce alegría y felicidad Al mar de las pasiones lancé mi vida a navegar pero perdí mis velas en una noche de tempestad
Anclado en puerto triste quedó mi corazón sintiendo con su ocaso más triste mi dolor Ya va mi pobre vida muriendo sin piedad como una carabela que se hunde allá en el mar
Ya va mi pobre vida muriendo sin piedad como una carabela que se hunde allá en el mar Las nieves ya vinieron mis sienes a platear se fue mi juventud y no vendrá jamás
S.O.S. ((French & Swedish Versions: S.O.S. (by Marie); S.O.S. (by Agnetha Fältskog) - 1975)) Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus - Stig Anderson First release by: ABBA - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind Whatever happened to our love? I wish I understood It used to be so nice, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S.O.S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S.O.S. When you're gone How can I even try to go on? When you're gone Though I try how can I carry on?
You seem so far away though you are standing near You made me feel alive, but something died I fear I really tried to make it out I wish I understood What happened to our love, it used to be so good
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S.O.S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S.O.S. When you're gone How can I even try to go on? When you're gone Though I try how can I carry on?
So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S.O.S. And the love you gave me, nothing else can save me S.O.S. When you're gone How can I even try to go on? When you're gone Though I try how can I carry on? When you're gone How can I even try to go on? When you're gone Though I try how can I carry on?
Puerta De Amor Composer(s): Roger Cook; Roger Greenaway; V. Lopez Performer(s): Nino Bravo
Hay una casa sola, sin luz dondo yo logré ocultarme casi pude de tristeza, llorar de una ayer cruel, infame
Algunas hora allí pensando pero nada conseguí de pronto en la cama estaba yo y llorando al fin me dormí y entre mis sueños yo me vi de pie, en la nueva calle buscando la puerta del amor y yo ya no sufrí al ver que esa puerta se abre pues siento dentro de mi... el amor
Contento y sin dudas desperté recordando aquella calle de un pueblo llamado libertad donde yo llegué a encontrarme salté de la cama, bajé al bar tú te hallabas junto a mí perdona te dije, sonreí me miraste, fui feliz
Y entre mis sueños yo me vi de pie, en la nueva calle buscando la puerta del amor y yo ya no sufrí al ver que esa puerta se abre pues siento dentro de mi... el amor
Junto a la puerta del amor te hallé y logré besarte mis sueños son ya realidad, amor
Junto a la puerta del amor te hallé y logré besarte te siento dentro de mí
Sometimes It Snows In April (Dutch Version: Soms Sneeuwt Het In De Lente - 2002) Composer(s): Wendy Melvoin - Lisa Coleman - Prince First release by: Prince & The Revolution - 1986 Covered by multiple other artists
Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war just after I'd wiped away his last tear I guess he's better off than he was before A whole lot better off than the fools he left here I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend Those kind of cars don't pass u every day I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again But sometimes sometimes life ain't always the way...
Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad Sometimes I wish life was never ending and all good things, they say, never last
Springtime was always my favorite time of year A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy's tears Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized No, staring at his picture I realized No one could cry the way my Tracy cried
Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes I feel so bad Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending And all good things, they say, never last
I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy's there I know that he has found another friend Maybe he's found the answer 2 all the April snow Maybe one day I'll see my Tracy again
Sometimes it snows in April Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad Sometimes I wish that life was never ending But all good things, they say, never last
All good things that say, never last And love, it isn't love until it's past
Soms Sneeuwt Het In De Lente (Adapted from: Sometimes It Snows In April - 1986) Composer(s): Wendy Melvoin - Lisa Coleman - Prince - Bart Peeters Performer(s): Bart Peeters - 2002
De lente was nochtans mijn favoriet seizoen Vanwege veel pastel en weinig schril De Fallus Impudicus staat dan in bloei Wat Jan De Wilde daar mee zeggen wil
Dat weet ik niet maar zelfs overdag is er maneschijn En rozegeur en alles wat je wilt Je ziet koppels en hun haar zit goed ze hebben het voor mekaar Maar heel soms durft het sneeuwen in April
Soms sneeuwt het in de lente Soms is een spits doodsbang Doodsbang dat hij ernaast zal knallen En goeie dingen duren zelden lang
En Gert Verhulst vroeg aan Robert: "hoe zit het maat?" Zijn lied was klaar het was mooi maar idioot Want in zijn nummer voor de derde Samsonplaat Ging Samson in de derde strofe dood
Soms sneeuwt het in de lente Wat Gert Verhulst erover vond Dat dat misschien een soort van hint was Dat begreep hij niet want dat begreep geen hond Dat begreep hij niet want dat begreep geen hond
Puedo decir amor que yá he cumplido El dolor que me impulso tu sentencia Que he pagado con llanto la impaciencia De adorarte y amarte con delirio Puedo abrazar el silencio y el olvido Apartar mi guitara y mis canciones Matar mis esperanzas, ilusiones No regresar al camino en que he creído
Puedo Comer de mi dolor Beber mi llanto Puedo Comer de mi dolor Beber mi llanto
Puedo romper esa querella Quebrantar esa pena Fermento de mi mal Puedo cambiar esa tristeza En canto de esperanza Puedo volver a amar
Puedo Comer de mi dolor Beber mi llanto Puedo Comer de mi dolor Beber mi llanto
Puedo Alzar la soledad dentre mis manos Puedo Volver a la ilusión de enamorado
