Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Et S'il Fallait Le Faire Composer(s): Anze Lazio - Fred Blondin
First performance by: Patricia Kaas - 2009
{Fréhel} Et puis regarde-moi D'abord, premièrement, c'est une chanson sentimentale Ça se chante avec tout son cur Tiens, regarde!
S'il fallait le faire J'arrêterais la Terre J'éteindrais la lumière Que tu restes endormi S'il fallait pour te plaire Lever des vents contraires Dans un désert sans vie Je trouverais la mer
Et s'il fallait le faire J'arrêterais la pluie Elle fera demi-tour Le reste de nos vies S'il fallait pour te plaire T'écouter chaque nuit Quand tu parles d'amour J'en parlerais aussi
Que tu regardes encore Dans le fond de mes yeux Que tu y voies encore Le plus grand des grands feux Et que ta main se colle Sur ma peau, où elle veut Un jour si tu t'envoles Je suivrai si je peux
Et s'il fallait le faire Je repousserais l'hiver À grands coups de printemps Et de longs matins clairs S'il fallait pour te plaire J'arrêterais le temps Que tous tes mots d'hier Restent à moi maintenant
Que je regarde encore Dans le bleu de tes yeux Que tes deux mains encore Se perdent dans mes cheveux Je ferais tout plus grand Et si c'est trop ou peu J'aurais tort tout le temps Si c'est ça que tu veux
Je veux bien tout donner Si seulement tu y crois Mon cur veut bien saigner Si seulement tu le vois Jusqu'à n'être plus rien Que l'ombre de tes nuits Jusqu'à n'être plus rien Qu'une ombre qui te suit
Stomp! Composer(s): Valerie Johnson - George Johnson - Louis Johnson - Rod Temperton Performer(s): The Brothers Johnson
Steppin' out the weekends open wide Fill it up let's blast the jams and ride While we're cruisin' around in the street Listen up for the party in feet
Slap me five that's the place we've arrived it's alive Ev'rybody take it to the top we're gonna Stomp all night wanna party Till morning light
Runnin' runnin' runnin' The set is hot there's people wall to wall Old gones young things short ones standing tall Grab the one with the smile on her face
And hit the floor and stay right on the case The heat is on and the funk just won't leave us alone Ev'rybody take it to the top we're gonna
Stomp all night in the neighbourhood Don't it feel all right gonna Stomp all night wanna party Till morning light
Stomp step down in it put your foot Where you feel the fit Stomp you don't want to quit Put your heels where you're feeling it
Stomp all night in the neighbourhood Don't it feel all right gonna Stomp all night wanna party Till morning light
Hong Kong Garden Composer(s): John McKay; Kenny Morris; Steven Severin; Siouxsie Sioux Performer(s): Siouxsie And The Banshees
Harmful elements in the air symbols clashing everywhere Reaps the fields of rice and reeds while the population feeds Junk floats on polluted water an old custom to sell your daughter Would you like number 23? Leave your yens on the counter please Hong Kong Garden
Tourists swarm to see your face Confuscius has a puzzling grace Disoriented you enter in unleashing scent of wild jasmine
Slanted eyes meet a new sunrise a race of bodies small in size Chicken Chow Mein and Chop Suey Hong Kong Garden takeaway Hong Kong Garden
Love Composer(s): Sasha Son First performance by: Sasha Son - 2009
I've had it all, as a little child I've done it all, as a little child But the pain that I had For the fame that I got, was for what?
A little girl is crying alone A little boy, searching for his home Giving up to a sin for a heart-craving dream Is that a sin?
If you really love the love you say you love, really love Then surely that love would love Then surely that love would love to love you back
If you really love the love you say you love, really love Then surely that love would love Then surely that love will love you back
For just one moment, we all wanna be Just as happy as one can be (So don't you make the same mistake) (You gotta give for what you take) And don't you break
A little girl or boy crying at home alone A faithful song will lead the way To make you strong
If you really love the love you say you love, really love Then surely that love would love Then surely that love would love to love you back
If you really love the love you say you love, really love Then surely that love would love Then surely that love
If you really love If you really love the love you say you love, really love Then surely that love would love Then surely that love would love to love you back
If you really love the love you say you love, really love Then surely that love would love Then surely that love Then surely that love Then surely that love will love you back Will love you back
Hong Kong Bar Composer(s): Tim Buckley; Joe Falsia Performer(s): Tim Buckley
Sittin' in a Hong Kong bar Sweet dreams of you darling Ah when we were sweet sixteen Mama makin' love in the belly of an old freight train Life was so simple and easy Oh the sun went down You took care of the children darlin' Then you felt like movin' away, Lord now you didn't stand and stare You felt like movin' and leavin' darlin' Didn't I treat you fair It's all right now darlin' It's alright now darlin'
Stolen Moments Composer(s): Oliver Nelson First release by: Oliver Nelson - 1961 Covered by multiple other artists
Stolen moments... Stolen moments... If I told you I love you, pretty baby Would it make up for what they say? If I hold you and shield you, darlin` Will you linger awhile today? If I hold you and hug you My kissin` won`t bug you The gossips won`t hurt you I`ll never desert you And someday will find us Where people won`t bind us To the hands of time I can use more than moments, pretty baby And I know where you steal them from There are so many things I`ll teach you And they call me a useless bum They just chatter and clatter And patter and matter They titter and twitter Their glitter gets bitter But we`re here I steered here It`s weird here Those beards, dear Watch the pantomime Watch the pantomime
Honeysuckle Rose Composer(s): Andy Razaf; Fats Waller Performer(s): Fats Waller; and various other artists
Honey, honey Oh, honey, listen to my plea
Every honeybee Fills with jealousy When they see you out with me! I don't blame them, goodness knows Oh, honey! suckle rose!
When you're passin' by Flowers droop and sigh And I know the reason why You're my sweety, goodness knows Oh, honey! suckle rose!
I don't buy sugar You just have to touch my cup I don't need sugar It's sweet enough when you stir it up! When I'm taking sips From your dainty lips Seems the honey fairly drips You're confection, goodness knows Oh, honey! suckle rose
Every honeybee Fills with jealousy When they see you out with me! I don't blame them, goodness knows Oh, honey! suckle rose!
When you're passin' by Flowers droop and sigh And I know the reason why You're my sweety, goodness knows Oh, honey! suckle rose!
I don't buy sugar You just have to touch my cup I don't need sugar It's sweet -- stir it up! When I'm taking sips From your dainty lips Seems the honey fairly drips You're confection, goodness knows Oh, honey! suckle rose
Hoop-Dee-Doo Composer(s): Frank Loesser; Milton DeLugg Performer(s): Perry Como; and various other artists
Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-doo I hear a polka and my troubles are through Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-dee This kind of music is like heaven to me Hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-doo Has got me higher than a kite Hand me down my soup and fish I am gonna get my wish Hoop-dee-doin' it tonight
When there's a trombone playin' I get a thrill, I always will When there's a concertina stretched about a mile I always smile 'cause that's my style When there's a fiddle in the middle Oh, it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet Plays a tune so sweet that I could die Lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more 'Cause I'm a hoop-dee-doin' kind of guy
(Hoop-dee-doo), hoop-dee-doo (Hoop-dee-doo), hoop-de-doo (I hear a polka and my troubles are through) Ha, ha, ha (Hoop-dee-doo), hoop-dee-doo (Hoop-dee-dee) hoop-de-dee (This kind of music is like heaven to me)
Oh, hoop-dee-doo (hoop-hee-doo) Hoop-dee-doo (hoop-Dee-Doo) Has got me higher than a kite Hand me down my soup and fish I am gonna get my wish Hoop-dee-doin' it tonight
(When there's a trombone playin') Ah, ha, ha, ha (He gets a thrill) I get a thrill, I always will (He always will) (When there's a concertina stretched about a mile I always smile (You'll see him smile) 'Cause that's my style (Oh, that's his style) When there's a fiddle in the middle Oh, it really is a riddle how he plays a tune so sweet (Plays a tune so sweet that we could die) Ah, yes lead me to the floor and hear me yell for more 'Cause I'm a hoop-dee-doin' kind of guy
Ooooh, hoop-dee-doo, hoop-dee-doo It's got us higher than a kite They're in clover, we're in bloom When we're dancin' give us room Hoop-de-doin' it with all of our might Rain may fall and snow may come Nothin's gonna stop us from Hoop-dee-doin' it Hoop-dee-doin' it Hoop-dee-doin' it tonight
Honeymoon Blues Composer(s): Robert Johnson Performer(s): Robert Johnson; and various other artists
Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday Betty Mae, Betty Mae, you shall be my wife someday I wants a little sweet girl, that will do anything,
That I say Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny Betty Mae, you is my heartstring, you is my destiny And you rolls across my mind, baby, each and every day
Li'l girl, li'l girl, my life seem so misery Hmm hmm hmm, little girl, my life seem so misery Baby, I guess it must be love, now, hoom mmm, lord that's takin' effect on me
Some day I will return, with the marriage license in my hand Some day I will return, hoohoo, with the marriage license in my hand I'm 'on' take you for a honeymoon, in some long, long distant land
Mai avrei pensato a te Come mia complice Capace di capire ogni mia gioia o pianto La pace di un momento E' tutto cio' che siamo E' tutto cio' che sento?
E vedo te Come l'immenso Come una lacrima Su un foglio bianco Tra sesso e musica Ho immaginato te Che sei molto di piu' Qualcosa che non c'e'?
E sentirti parte di me E' come avere un angelo qui A sostenere ogni mio passo incerto E piove come sempre Quando ci ritroviamo Sospesi nel silenzio? (di un bacio)
E vedo te Come l'immenso Come una lacrima Su un foglio bianco Tra sesso e musica Ho immaginato te Che sei molto di piu' Qualcosa che non c'e'?
Come l'immenso Come una lacrima Su un foglio bianco Tra sesso e musica Ho immaginato te Che sei molto di piu' Qualcosa che non c'e'?
E vedo te Come l'immenso Come una lacrima Su un foglio bianco Tra sesso e musica Ho immaginato te Che sei molto di piu' Qualcosa che non c'e'?
Honeycomb Composer(s): Merrill Performer(s): Jimmie Rodgers; and various other artists
Well it's a darn good life And it's kinda funny How the Lord made the bee And the bee made the honey And the honeybee lookin' for a home And they called it honeycomb And they roamed the world and they gathered all Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball And the honeycomb from a million trips Made my baby's lips
Oh, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own What a darn good life When you got a wife like Honeycomb
And the Lord said now that I made a bee I'm gonna look all around for a green, green tree And He made a little tree and I guess you heard Oh, then well he made a little bird And they waited all around till the end of Spring Gettin' every note that the birdie'd sing And they put 'em all into one sweet tome For my Honeycomb
Oh, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own What a darn good life When you got a wife like Honeycomb
And the Lord says now that I made a bird I'm gonna look all round for a little ol' word That sounds about sweet like "turtledove" And I guess I'm gonna call it "love" And He roamed the world lookin' everywhere Gettin' love from here, love from there And He put it all in a little ol' part Of my baby's heart
Oh, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby Well, Honeycomb, be my own What a darn good life When you got a wife like Honeycomb
Stockholmsserenad Composer(s): Tomas Adolphson - Anders Falk Performer(s): Adolphson & Falk
Det hörs ett vrål ifrån tusen kubik men för Jonny själv är det ljuvlig musik som en frihetssång genom nattens trafik mot en soluppgång
Intill en port väntar Cathrine med sin synt-pop och sin avmätta min men hon tinar upp när Jonnys maskin vrålar ut sin sång att natten är lång
i Stockholm i en Stockholmsserenad I Stockholm i en stockholmsserenad
Och hon tar på sina softade glas för hon vet så väl hur Jonny ska tas Hon kan spela med sin look och sin grace och sin säkerhet
Och dom flyr bort mellan sovande hus över tysta torg, under stjärnornas ljus och dom hör på håll storstadens brusande ljudlöshet och natten är het
i Stockholm ...
Det ryms en evighet innan hanarna gal innan Jonny står i sin datacentral med sin "frihetssång" och Cathrine är tillbaks vid sin portuppgång för natten är lång
Honeybee Composer(s): Melvin Steals; Matthew Ledbetter Performer(s): Gloria Gaynor; and various other artists
Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey Honey
You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me (Your love is sweet as can be) You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me (Your love is sweet as can be)
You're always so busy Workin' on love's honeycomb Chalk full of sugar down your sweet mouth Every time you kiss me, boy, really turns me on
You're always buzzin', buzzin', buzzin' Love is in the air There's nothin' like your lovin' Boy, it's beyond compare, yeah
You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me (Your love is sweet as can be) You're my honeybee, yeah (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me (Your love is sweet as can be)
There's so much love power In everything you bring to me Whenever I'm snuggled in your arms The love you bring makes my heart sing
You know love is where you are There's where I want to be When its cold outside You're honey love's so good to me
You're my honeybee, oh, yeah (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me, oh (Your love is sweet as can be) You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me, ah (Your love is sweet as can be), ow
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You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Come on and sting me, yeah (Your love is sweet as can be) You're my honeybee (You're my honeybee, baby) Sweet love, oh (Your love is sweet as can be)
Honey, honey, honey (You're my honeybee, baby) Honeybee (Your love is sweet as can be) Sweet love (You're my honeybee, baby) Sweet love, give it to me (Your love is sweet as can be)
Got to have it, need your love, ah, yeah (You're my honeybee, baby) Sweet honeybee, yeah (Your love is sweet as can be) Sweet (You're my honeybee, baby) love, ah (Your love is sweet as can be)
Your Heart Belongs To Me Composer(s): Hind - Bas van den Heuvel - Tjeerd van Zanen First performance by: Hind - 2008
I remember the time when I was in love with a fool He stepped on my heart, bruised me, broke the golden rule There was a time when I couldn't tell weak from strong A voice in my head kept saying: this can't go on Even though I longed, something's wrong
You know your heart belongs to me You made it clear to see That we were never meant to be Only a memory remains
Oh yes, your heart belongs to me But I've got to set you free 'Cause we were never meant to be Together
I've learned my lesson, now I know where I stand Time heals all wounds, and broken hearts will mend I've read all the signs, now I've moved along This carousel keeps turning on and on And on and on, life goes on
You know your heart belongs to me You made it clear to see That we were never meant to be Only a memory remains
Oh yes, your heart belongs to me But I've got to set you free 'Cause we were never meant to be Together
I wish I was the wind, the sun, the rain And I could hold time in my hands In my dreams I'll fly high so I can reach the stars I sit on top of a mountain And scream when nobody hears me Nobody sees me, ho...
You know your heart belongs to me You made it clear to see That we were never meant to be Only a memory remains
Oh yes, your heart belongs to me But I've got to set you free 'Cause we were never meant to be Together
Honey, Honey Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Stig Anderson; Björn Ulvaeus Performer(s): ABBA; and various other artists
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey I'd heard about you before I wanted to know some more And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine Oh, you make me dizzy
Honey honey, let me feel it, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, don't conceal it, ah-hah, honey honey The way that you kiss goodnight (The way that you kiss me goodnight) The way that you hold me tight (The way that you're holding me tight) I feel like I wanna sing when you do your thing
I don't wanna hurt you, baby, I don't wanna see you cry So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high But I'm gonna stick to you, boy, you'll never get rid of me There's no other place in this world where I rather would be
Honey honey, touch me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, hold me, baby, ah-hah, honey honey You look like a movie star (You look like a movie star) But I know just who you are (I know just who you are) And, honey, to say the least, you're a dog-gone beast
So stay on the ground, girl, you better not get too high There's no other place in this world where I rather would be
Honey honey, how you thrill me, ah-hah, honey honey Honey honey, nearly kill me, ah-hah, honey honey I heard about you before I wanted to know some more And now I know what they mean, you're a love machine
Säj, har du nånsin vart i Stockholm City Och gjort affärer med hon och han Säj, har du nånsin vart i Stockholm City Och prasslat med stålar Och fått på skann Har du nånsin gått på gatorna Och spelat över och haft det bra Ja, har du nånsin vart i Stockholm City Aha, då har du vart där i alla fall Där finns det sköna kvinnor Som har saft i köttet Och grabbar med käft Och cowboyboots Och se upp för näsan Nobless i leopardpäls Hon flår dig utan krus Och snor dig på ditt blod Ja, har du nånsin vart i Stockholms City Och slickat skiten Från pressvecksben Ah då har du vart där i alla fall Och skrattat och lidit Och känt dig vlamm Säj, har du nånsin vart i Bullshit City och stapplat spritstinn Och lekt med tjack Har du sprungit som besatt på tricken och slagit nån på käften Som tack, som tack Har du pröjsat allt du hade På plast och plock och virrat omkring i en drogad flock Ja, då vet du nog min vän Hur det känns Flugan mot fönstret Flugan mot fönstret
