Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Ya Got Trouble From the show "The Music Man" Composer(s): Meredith Wilson Performer(s): Robert Preston; and various other artists
Harold: Well, ya got trouble, my friend Right here, I say trouble right here in River City Why, sure, I'm a billiard player. Certainly mighty proud to say I'm always mighty proud to say it I consider the hours I spend with a cue in my hand are golden Help you cultivate horse sense and a cool head and a keen eye 'Jever take and try to give an iron clad leave to yourself from a three-rail billiard shot?
But just as I say it takes judgement brains and maturity to score in a balk-line game I say that any boob can take and shove a ball in a pocket And I call that sloth the first big step on the road to the depths of degreda I say, first- medicinal wine from a teaspoon, then beer from a bottle And the next thing you know your son is playin' for money in a pinchback suit And listenin' to some big out-o'-town jasper hear him tell about horserace gamblin' Not a wholesome trottin' race, no, but a race where they set down right on the horse Like to see some stuck up jockey boy sittin' on Dan Patch? Make your blood boil, well I should say
Now, folks, let me show you what I mean You got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table Pockets that mark the difference between a gentleman and a bum With a capital 'B' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'
And all week long, your River City youth'll be fritterin' away I say, your young men'll be fritterin'F Fritterin' away their noontime, suppertime, choretime, too Hit the ball in the pocket
Never mind gettin' dandelions pulled or the screen door patched or the beefsteak pounded Never mind pumpin' any water 'til your parents are caught with a cistern empty on a Saturday night and that's trouble
Oh, ya got lots and lots o' trouble I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers shirttails young ones peekin' in the pool hall window after school Ya got trouble, folks, right here in River City with a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'
Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents I'm gonna be perfectly frank Would you like to know what kind of conversation goes on while they're loafin' around that hall They'll be tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out Cubebs, tryin' out tailor-mades like cigarette fiends And braggin' all about how they're gonna cover up a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen Now one fine night they leave the pool hall headin' for the dance at the Armory Libertine men and scarlet women and ragtime Shameless music that'll grab your son your daughter into the arms of a jungle animal instinct-massteria! Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground, trouble!
Townspeople: Oh, we got trouble
Harold: Right here in River City
Townspeople: Right here in River City
Harold: With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'
Townspeople: That stands for pool
Harold: We surely got trouble
Townspeople: We surely got trouble
Harold: Right here in River City
Townspeople: Right here
Harold: Gotta figure out a way to keep the young ones moral after school
Townspeople: 'trouble'
Harold: Mothers of River City, heed this warning before it's too late Watch for the tell-tale signs of corruption The minute your son leaves the house does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee? Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger? A dime novel hidden in the corncrib? Is he starting to memorize jokes from Cap'n Billy's Whizbang? Are certain words creeping into his conversation? Words like... swell? And... 'so's your old man'?
Well if so, my friends...
Ya got trouble
Townspeople: Oh, we got trouble
Harold: Right here in River City
Townspeople: Right here in River City
Harold: With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'
Townspeople: That stands for pool
Harold: We've surely got trouble
Townspeople: We surely got trouble
Harold: Right here in River City
Townspeople: Right here
Harold: Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule? Oho, we got trouble We're in terrible, terrible trouble That game with the fifteen numbered balls is the devil's tool
Townspeople: Devil's tool
Harold: Yes, we've got trouble, trouble, trouble
Townspeople: Oh, yes, we got trouble here, we got big, big trouble
Harold: With a 'T'
Townspeople: With a capital 'T'
Harold: And that rhymes with 'P'
Townspeople: That rhymes with 'P'
Harold: And that stands for pool
Townspeople: That stands for pool
Harold: Remember my friends, listen to me because I pass this way but once
Stop! In The Name Of Love (French Version: Stop Au Nom De L'amour - 1972) Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr. First release by: The Supremes - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart
Baby, baby I'm aware of where you go Each time you leave my door I watch you walk down the street Knowing your other love you'll meet But this time before you run to her Leaving me alone and hurt (Think it over) After I've been good to you? (Think it over) After I've been sweet to you?
Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart Think it over Think it over
I've known of your Your secluded nights I've even seen her Maybe once or twice But is her sweet expression Worth more than my love and affection? But this time before you leave my arms And rush of to her charms (Think it over) Haven't I been good to you? (Think it over) Haven't I been sweet to you?
Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart Think it over Think it over
I've tried so hard, hard to be patient Hoping you'd stop this infatuation But each time you are together I'm so afraid I'll be losing you forever
Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart Stop! In the name of love Before you break my heart
Baby, think it over Think it over, baby Ooh, think it over baby...
Stop Au Nom De L'amour (Adapted from: Stop! In The Name Of Love - 1965) Composer(s): Brian Holland - Lamont Dozier - Edward Holland Jr. - Eddy Marnay Performer(s): Claude François - 1972
Stop au nom de l'amour Avant qu'il soit trop tard Je sais bien où tu t'en vas Quand tu t'en vas comme un oiseau blessé Je connais cet inconnu Que tu retrouve dans la rue Tu t'aimes à partager ton cur Mais moi dans mon coin j'ai peur
{Si tu m'aimes} Ne joues plus avec le feu {Si tu m'aimes} Ne joues plus avec nous deux
Stop, au nom de l'amour Avant qu'il soit trop tard Stop, au nom de l'amour Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Si tu m'aimes Si tu m'aimes
Je sais qu'avant d'en arriver là Tu t'es longtemps battue contre toi Mais ce soir sais-tu encore Qui de nous deux est le plus fort? Il est encore temps je crois de changer de chemin
{Si tu m'aimes} Ne joues plus avec le feu {Si tu m'aimes} Ne joues plus avec nous deux
Stop, au nom de l'amour Avant qu'il soit trop tard Stop, au nom de l'amour Avant qu'il soit trop tard
Si tu m'aimes Si tu m'aimes
Des jours, des nuits j'ai voulu comprendre Et j'ai vraiment tout fait pour t'attendre Mais ce soir tu vas vers lui Je crois que j'ai perdu ma vie
Stop, au nom de l'amour Avant qu'il soit trop tard Stop, au nom de l'amour Avant qu'il soit trop tard Stop, au nom de l'amour Stop, au nom de l'amour Stop, au nom de l'amour Stop
Y'a De La Joie Composer(s): Charles Trenet Performer(s): Mistinguett
{1er Refrain:} Y a d'la joie bonjour bonjour les hirondelles Y a d'la joie dans le ciel par dessus le toit Y a d'la joie et du soleil dans les ruelles Y a d'la joie partout y a d'la joie Tout le jour, mon cur bat, chavire et chancelle C'est l'amour qui vient avec je ne sais quoi C'est l'amour bonjour, bonjour les demoiselles Y a d'la joie partout y a d'la joie
Le gris boulanger bat la pâte à pleins bras Il fait du bon pain du pain si fin que j'ai faim On voit le facteur qui s'envole là-bas Comme un ange bleu portant ses lettres au Bon Dieu Miracle sans nom à la station Javel On voit le métro qui sort de son tunnel Grisé de ciel bleu de chansons et de fleurs Il court vers le bois, il court à toute vapeur
{2e Refrain:} Y a d'la joie la tour Eiffel part en balade Comme une folle elle saute la Seine à pieds joints Puis elle dit: "Tant pis pour moi si j'suis malade J'm'ennuyais tout' seule dans mon coin" Y a d'la joie le percepteur met sa jaquette Plie boutique et dit d'un air très doux, très doux " Bien l'bonjour, pour aujourd'hui finie la quête Gardez tout Messieurs gardez tout"
Mais soudain voilà je m'éveille dans mon lit Donc j'avais rêvé, oui, car le ciel est gris Il faut se lever, se laver, se vêtir Et ne plus chanter si l'on n'a plus rien à dir' Mais je crois pourtant que ce rêve a du bon Car il m'a permis de faire une chanson Chanson de printemps, chansonnette d'amour Chanson de vingt ans chanson de toujours.
Just Get Out Of My Life Composer(s): Gunter Johansen - Peter Match - José Juan Santana Rodriguez First performance by: Andrea - 2009
Everybody's sayin' your love is like a prison Everybody's tryin' to help me to come free Everybody's talkin' 'bout all the things I'm missin' And for all them reasons I must agree
It's too dangerous when we touch And I love you much too much Get out of my life, babe
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my head Just get out of my, out of my, out of my bed It's beyond belief, but true I became a slave to you
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my dreams Just get out of my, out of my, out of my scenes Where I lose all of my drive While I'm fighting to survive
Just get out of my life Get out of my life
Well, you are like a moonbeam that makes me feel so lonely You are like a mountain and I'm afraid to fall Every time I'm certain you are my one and only I know if you leave me, I'll lose it all
'Cause you're overwhelming me You're too perfect, can't you see? Please, get out of my life
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my head Just get out of my, out of my, out of my bed It's beyond belief, but true I became a slave to you
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my dreams Just get out of my, out of my, out of my scenes Where I lose all of my drive While I'm fighting to survive Just get out of my life
Because I love you More than you will ever know Would be hard to let you go But get out of my life Get out of my life
It's beyond belief, but true I became a slave to you
Just get out of my, out of my, out of my dreams Just get out of my, out of my, out of my scenes Where I lose all of my drive While I'm fighting to survive
Just get out of my life Get out of my way, hey... Or just stay
Ya Ana Ya Ana (Oh Me, Oh Me) Composer(s): The Rahbani Brothers Performer(s): Fairouz
Ya ana ya ana ana wayak serna el esas el ghareeba Ya ana ya ana ana wayak w ensaraat makateebi W aarfo enak habeebi W aarfo enak habeebi
Ya ana ya ana harab el saif harabt aanaeed el zeena W iza dhayaani el hawa she said b albak betlaaeeni W khabeeni w la tkhabeeni W khabeein w la tkhabeeni
Layaleek b eini shababeek medhweeni Saferni habeebi saferni b layaleek Wana aool la tesnsa aala tool la tensa W oyounak takhedni w tooaadni b layaleek Tarako tarako sahr el bal wel aashaa lam jnaho Tarako asameehun al baba aala kateb el damaa w rahoo Nesyoona w ertaho Nesyoona w ertaho
Ya ana ya ana Ya ana ya ana Ya ana ya ana Ana weyak
Stop Your Sobbing Composer(s): Ray Davies First release by: The Kinks - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
It is time for you to stop all of your sobbing Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing There's one thing that you gotta do To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now Yeah, stop it, stop it Gotta stop sobbing now
It is time for you to laugh instead of crying Yes it's time for you to laugh so keep on trying There's one thing that you gotta do To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now Yeah, stop it, stop it Gotta stop sobbing now
Each little tear that falls from your eye Makes, makes-a me want To take you in my arms and tell you to stop all your sobbing
Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing Yes it's time for you to stop all of your sobbing There's one thing that you gotta do To make me still want you
Gotta stop sobbing now Yeah, stop it, stop it Gotta stop sobbing now Stop it, stop it Gotta stop sobbing now Sobbin' sobbin' sobbing
Illusion Composer(s): William Tabanou - Casie Tabanou - Krassimir Avramov First performance by: Krassimir Avramov - 2009
Give me, give me your time Show me, show me youre mine Give me, give me your time Show me, show me youre mine So I want your touch All I want is your touch I need you much Baby, I need you so much
Show me all Ive never seen Wrong, it feels so wrong To be a part from afar
Your lips can solve it for me You dont know how You dont know where to go, to go
Give me, give me your time Show me, show me youre mine So I want your touch Cause I want your touch I need you much Baby, I need you so much
Give me, give me your time Show me, show me youre mine So I want your touch All I want is your touch I need you much Baby, I need you so much, so much
Aha aha aha
(Give me, give me your time) Show me, show me youre mine So I want your touch Cause I want your touch I need you much I need you so much
Give me, give me your time Show me, show me youre mine So I want your touch All I want is your touch I need you much I need you so much
Give me, give me your time Show me, show me youre mine So I want your touch I need you much
Tú me ofendiste profundo y yo te di una flor tú me escupiste el rostro y yo te di una flor tú me amarraste las manos y yo te di una flor tú me pateaste el pecho y yo te di una flor tú me arrojaste al fuego y yo te di una flor tú esparciste mis cenizas y yo te di una flor te di una flor colorada y brillante te di una flor para siempre encendida te di una flor te di una flor te di una flor te di una flor radiactiva
tú te burlaste de todo y yo te di una flor tú exterminaste mis hijos y yo te di una flor tú me borraste hasta el nombre y yo te di una flor tú silenciaste mi rastro y yo te di una flor tú me redujiste a nada y yo te di una flor tú respiraste apacible y yo te di una flor te di una flor colorada y brillante te di una flor para siempre encendida te di una flor te di una flor te di una flor te di una flor radactiva
Stop Thinking About It Composer(s): Joey Ramone - Andy Shernoff Performer(s): Joey Ramone
Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it Dwelling is driving me crazy Obsessing don't you know where that's at Yeh, you don't know what you want but you want it
Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it
This world is driving you crazy Baby don't you know where that's at Yeh, you don't know what you want but you want it
Oh oh oh oh oh you don't know what you want but you want it
Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it Stop thinking about it
Ahh nothing lasts forever And nothing stays the same Feeling numb all over And totally deranged When you finally make your mind up I'll be buried in my grave
O yeah o yeah o yeah Allright
You don't know what you want You don't know what you need You don't know what you want but you want it
Y Volvere Composer(s): R. López; G. de la Fuente; Alain Barrière Performer(s): Raphael; and various other artists
Amor adios, no se puede continuar Ya la magia termino Y ahora me tengo que marchar Sera mejor seguir nuestra soledad Si hoy el cielo se cubrio Quizas mañana brille el sol
No sufras mas Quizas mañana nuestro llanto quede atras Y si me dices que tu amor me esperara Tendra la luz que mi sendero alumbrara
Y volvere Como un ave que retorna a su nidal Veras que pronto volvere y me quedare Por esa paz que siempre, siempre tu me das Que tu me das
Sera mejor seguir nuestra soledad Si hoy el cielo se cubrio Quizas mañana brille el sol
Y volvere Como un ave que retorna a su nidal Veras que pronto volvere y me quedare Por ese amor que siempre, siempre tu me das Yo volvere
Copycat Composer(s): Miam Monster Miam - Jacques Duvall First performance by: Copycat - 2009
Way down in Memphis, Tennessee There's a guy looking just like me Wearing the same blue suede shoes Singing the same old blues
Way down in the US of A There's a guy doing things my way Combing the same greasy hair Hugging the same teddy bear
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
Way down in the deep deep South There's a guy with a girly mouth Eating the same banana sandwich Dressed in the same kind of kitsch
Way down by the Mississippi river There's a guy with a voice that quivers Driving the same Cadillac car Chasing the same lucky star
He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll He's a copycat, trying to steal my soul But he's too fat to rock 'n' roll
Way down in America There's a guy, rich and arrogant Dating my fair Priscilla He makes me want to hire a killer
Way down in the land of the brave There's a guy lying in his grave 'Cause nobody duplicating my jive Will never get away with that alive
He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll He was a copycat, trying to steal my soul Now he's too dead to rock 'n' roll
(Copycat) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll... (He's too dead) To rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll... (Copy-copycat, copycat) (Copy-copycat, copycat) (Copy-copycat, copycat) (Copy-copycat, copycat) He was a copycat
Y Vives Con La Ventana Abierta Performer(s): Pablo Guerrero
Afuera cae la nieve y tú sales y te llenas de frío Afuera pasa un río y tú sales te sumerges entero Y vives con la ventana abierta tienes abierta la ventana Afuera un hombre canta y tú sumas a su voz esperanza Afuera hay una fecha y haces algo para que sea mañana Y vives con la ventana abierta tienes abierta la ventana. Afuera hay una guerra y es tu enemigo cada hombre que mata Afuera hay charlatanes, sus palabras están llenas de nada Y vives con la ventana abierta tienes abierta la ventana
Stop The Cavalry Composer(s): Jona Lewie Performer(s): Jona Lewie
Hey Mister Churchill comes over here to say we're doing splendidly But it's very cold up here in the snow marching to and from the enemy Oh I say it's tough I have had enough can you stop the cavalry I have had to fight almost ev'ry night down throughout the centuries
That is when I say oh yes yet again can you stop the cavalry Mary Bradley waits at home in the nuclear fallout zone
Wish I could be dancing now in the arms of the girl I love Lum a-lum a-lum lum lum a-lum a-lum lum lum lum a-lum lum (a-lum a-lum) Lum a-lum a-lum lum lum a-lum a-lum lum lum lum a-lum lum (a-lum a-lum) Wish I was at home for Christmas Bang! There's another bomb on another town while the Czar and (Jim have tea)
If I get home live to tell the tale I'll run for all Presidencies If I get elected I'll stop I will stop the cavalry I have had to fight almost ev'ry night down throughout the centuries
Lum a-lum a-lum lum lum a-lum a-lum lum lum lum a-lum lum (a-lum a-lum) Wish I could be dancing now in the arms of the girl I love
Mary Bradley waits at home she's been waiting two years long Wish I was at home for Christmas
Y Viva España Spanish Title: Que Viva España Composer(s): Eddie Seago; Leo Caerts Performer(s): Sylvia Vrethammar; and various other artists
All the ladies fell for Rudolph Valentino He had a beano back in those balmy days He knew every time you meet an icy creature You've got to teach her hot blooded latin ways But even Rudy would have felt the strain Of making smooth advances in the rain
Chorus
Oh this year I'm off to Sunny Spain Y Viva Espana I'm taking the Costa Brava 'plane Y Viva Espana If you'd like to chat a matador, in some cool cabana And meet senoritas by the score Espana por favor
Quite by chance to hot romance I found the answer Flamenco dancers are by far the finest bet There was one who whispered oh hasta la vista Each time I kissed him behind the castanette He rattled his maracas close to me In no time I was trembling at the knee
When they first arrive the girls are pink and pasty but oh so tasty as soon as they go brown I guess they know ev'ry fellow will be queuing to do the wooing his girlfriend won't allow but every dog must have his lucky day that's why I've learnt the way to shout ole
Y Tú Dónde Estás Composer(s): Miguel Gallardo Performer(s): Miguel Gallardo
Estoy tan lleno de tristeza y pienso en ti estoy cansado de estar solo y pienso en ti estoy de nuevo en nuestra casa y encuentro en cada paso detalles y recuerdos Y tú donde estás hoy que mi vida está vacía y tú donde estás porque me duele tanta soledad Y tú donde estás cuando me faltan tus caricias y tú donde estás porque sin ti me asusta despertar Estoy perdido en el silencio y pienso en ti estoy envuelto de amarguras y pienso en ti estoy en medio de la noche y busco en la almohada los besos que olvidaste Y tú donde estás hoy que mi vida está vacía y tú donde estás porque me duele tanta soledad Y tú donde estás cuando me faltan tus caricias y tú donde estás porque amor me da miedo despertar... sin ti
