Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sunday's Not My Day ((Adapted from: Je Hais Les Dimanches (by Juliette Gréco) - 1955)) ((Dutch Version: Wat Haat Ik De Zondag (by Conny Vandenbos) - 1968)) Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Florence Véran - Robert E. Morrison Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Though the days of the week wear the same empty face There's a day in the week I would like to replace It's the Sunday, so smuggly pretending to be Something more than a day that has nothing for me I've reasons to say, Sunday's not my day
Harrassed by its crowds, how they pass and defile An expressionless crowd with a time-wearied smile Though I walk through its streets, my direction's unknown Sunday's worthless to one who must spend it alone It's always this way, Sunday's not my day
You must work this day Sunday, the one day I'm free This is why Sunday seems so oppressive to me If only you were near, you would open my eyes I'd be ready to like all the things I despise
All the Sundays in Spring, light and blue there we were All our cares taking wing, as we breath, as we dare Lying there in the grass, watching children at play Watching lovers who pass, like the wind on its way The skies deep and blue, they would smile for you
We would dance through the streets, we would join this parade We would do all the things, for which Sunday is made Without trying to know what tomorrow will be Having only one hope that together we'd see Our Sunday again, Sunday back again
Of the people I see, in their Sunday disguise There are those who believe they are hopeful and wise Some are going to church, for appearances' sake Some are willing to give half as much as they make Some will sleep the whole day, having nowhere to go Some will visit a grave, some will put on a show, Well rehearsed in their part, they will pass review Some will make Sunday love, to have something to do
Yet, I envy their joy When their Sundays arrive, they frolic, they play I'm less than alive, what more can I say Sunday's not my day
Zoom Composer(s): Len Barry; Bobby Eli Performer(s): Fat Larrys Band; Murphy's Law
Zoom, just one look and then my heart went boom Suddenly, and we were on the moon Flying high in a neon sky oh
Bang, just one touch and all the church bells rang Heaven called and all the angels sang Sunrise shine in a midnight sky oh
Zoom, you chased the day away I knew The moon and stars came out to play and then My whole wide world went
Zoom, moonbeams dancing in the afternoon Shadows blowing as the roses bloom Looking down on a wonderland oh
Smack, just one kiss and I was outta whack All at once there was no turning back Oh so far above the brightest star oh
Zoom, you chased the day away I knew, the moon and stars came out to play
Zoom, you chased the day away I knew The moon and stars came out to play and then My whole wide world went zoom
I touched a rainbow as we went flyin by Faster and faster we were higher than high For once in my life time I was finally free And you gave that to me
Zoom, you chased the day away I knew, the moon and stars came out to play oh, oh Zoom, you chased the day away I knew The moon and stars came out to play oh, oh Zoom, you chased the day away I knew The moon and stars came out to play Spoken: zoom
Zoom Composer(s): Ronald LaPread; Lionel Richie Performer(s): The Commodores; Big Bub; Maysa; Lionel Richie
I may be just a foolish dreamer But I don't care 'Cause I know my happiness is waiting out there somewhere I'm searching for that silver lining Horizons that I've never seen Oh I'd like to take just a moment and dream my dream Dream my dream Zoom
I'd like to fly far away from here Where my mind is fresh and clear And I'd find the love that I long to see Where everybody can be what they wanna be
I'd like the greet the sun each morning And walk amongst the stars at night I'd like to know the taste of honey in my life Well I've shared so many pains And I've played so many games But everyone finds the right way Somehow Somewhere Someday Zoom I'd like to fly far away from here Where my mind can be fresh and clear And I'll find the love that I long to see People can be what they wanna be
I wish the world were truly happy Living as one I wish the word they call freedom someday would come Someday would come Zoom I'd like to fly far away from here Where my mind can be fresh and clear And I'd find the love that I long to see Everybody can be what they wanna be Zoom I'd like to fly away Zoom I'd like to fly away Zoom I'd like to fly away You and me, baby Walking free Don't you wanna go? Don't you wanna go?
Zorro Composer(s): George Bruns; Norm Foster Performer(s): The Chordettes; Mellomen
Sound of hoof beats Zorro, Zorro Zorro, Zorro Zorro, Zorro Sound of blade going through the air Sound of hoof beats again
Out of the night when the full moon is bright Comes a horseman known as Zorro He's already gave his mark of Z with his blade A Z that stands for Zorro
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro The fox of cunning and creed Zorro, Zorro, Zorro He makes the sign of the Z
Zorro, Zorro Zorro, Zorro Zorro, Zorro
He is alive let the wicked take fright When they catch the sight of Zorro He's a friend of the weak and the poor and the meek This very unique Senor Zorro
Zorro, Zorro, Zorro The fox of cunning and creed Zorro, Zorro, Zorro He makes the sign of the Z
Zorro, Zorro Zorro, Zorro Zorro, Zorro Sound of hoof beats
Sunday Susie Composer(s): John Dawson Performer(s): New Riders Of The Purple Sage
Nine To Five To Stay Alive Is What I Have To Do Nine To Five I Stay Alive By Hoping That You Will Come And See Me Sunday Susie You Know Where I'll Be Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
You Don't Have To Bring Me Nothing Maybe Just Say Hi You Don't Have To Pledge Your Loving You Don't Have To Try Just Come And See Me Sunday Susie You Know Where I'll Be Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
Ah Sunday Is The Lord's Day Susie He Sat Down To Rest Sunday Doesn't Make No Difference Susie Is The Best
All Alone Is Where I've Been But I Don't Want To Stay All Alone On Sunday Susie Like I've Been Today Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie You Know Where I'll Be Ah Come And See Me Sunday Susie Come Make, Come Make Love With Me Come Make, Come Make Love With Me
Zorro Est Arrivé
((Adapted from: Along Came Jones (by The Coasters) - 1959))
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber - Mike Stoller - Bernard Michel
Performer(s): Henri Salvador - 1964
Dans mon fauteuil, je regardais
Le film à la télé
Un type nommé Jojo le Bouffi
Poursuivait la pauvre Suzy
Il la coinça près d'la scierie
Et très méchamment lui dit:
"Si tu m'donnes pas ton ranch, en moins d'deux
Je vais t'couper en deux"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben, il la ficela
Et alors?
Il la mit sous la scie
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Mais bientôt j'ai pris la deuxième chaîne
Car un vieux schnock parlait
Charmante soirée, sur la deuxième chaîne
Ils passaient le même navet
Près d'une cabane Jo le Bouffi
Coinçait la pauvre Suzy
Et il lui disait
"Donne-moi ton ranch, eh, poupée!
Ou j'te transforme en purée"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben, il la ficela
Et alors?
Il mit le feu à la dynamite
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Mais moi j'en avais tellement marre
J'ai repris la première chaîne
Et devant mes yeux, mes yeux hagards
Se déroulait la même scène
Et Jojo, Jojo le Bouffi
Dans un sac fourrait Suzy
Disant
"Donne-moi ton ranch, eh, boudin!
Ou j'vais t'balancer sous l'train"
Puis il l'empoigna
Et alors?
Ben il la ficela
Et alors?
Sur les rails il la fit rouler
Et alors?
Ben le train arrivait, les copains!
Et alors? Et alors?
Eh, eh, Zorro est arrivé
Sans s'presser
Le grand Zorro, le beau Zorro
Avec son ch'val et son grand chapeau
Avec son flingue et son grand lasso
Avec ses bottes et son vieux banjo
Ah! Ah! Sacré Zorro, va!
Ah ah ah ah!
Sunday Morning Coming Down Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson First release by: Ray Stevens - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1971 - Søndag Morgen (by John Mogensen) 1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs) 1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)
Well, I woke up Sunday morning With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad So I had one more for dessert Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes And found my cleanest dirty shirt Then I washed my face and combed my hair And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day
I'd smoked my mind the night before With cigarettes and songs I'd been picking But I lit my first and watched a small kid Playing with a can that he was kicking Then I walked across the street And caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken And Lord, it took me back to something that I'd lost Somewhere, somehow along the way
On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down
In the park I saw a daddy With a laughing little girl that he was swinging And I stopped beside a Sunday school And listened to the songs they were singing Then I headed down the street And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringing And it echoed through the canyon Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday
On a Sunday morning sidewalk I'm wishing, Lord, that I was stoned 'Cause there's something in a Sunday That makes a body feel alone And there's nothing short a' dying That's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleeping city sidewalk And Sunday morning coming down
Zot Van Aa ((aka Eeuwig Geluk (by Nicole & Hugo) - 2008))
((Adapted from: Les Divorcés (by Michel Delpech) - 1973))
Composer(s): Michel Delpech - Jean-Michel Rivat - Roland Vincent - F. Rover
Performer(s): De Strangers - 1975
Soemwijle denk ik 't is ni waar, is da na al bekan e jaar Da gij d'r uittrok mè diên andere Nog altijd kan ik er ni bij, da gij zo tegenover mij In doen en late kon verandere Ge wou direkt nen avokaat, de klein die moest nor 't pensionaat Daar was ze zogezee geborge Want och diê vent wou aa alleen, da kind da was nen blok on oe been D'r moest 'n ander mor veur zorge
Ge woont nà same mè diê vent, op 'n modern appartement Zo hee 't 'm 'r wel e stuk of zeve En z'hemme mij nà ook verteld, da ni diê vent mor wel ze geld Ba aa den deurslag hee gegeve Ik zèn daarom da weet ik wel, bij aa compleet van giênen tel Ge zè mij nor het schijnt vergete Mor a's ge me van tijd, god-wèt, veur 't iên of 't ander nodig hèt Lot mij dan astemblieft iet wete
't Leve go voort Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve zot van aa
M'n vriende zegge och komaan, vergettet. . Trekket oe ni aan 't zal allemol z'nen tijd wel dure Mor azzek thuis koom krij'k 't wèr, en ik zit lak nen onnozelèr Te suffe tusse m'n vier mure Ik wou da'k oe spreke kon, al was het langs den telefon' Mor ik heb de moed ni om te belle Ik heb de nummero pertang, mor 't hee d'in feite giên belang Wa kunne wij nà nog vertelle
't Leve go voort Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve zot van aa
Ik weet wel dat 't aa ni intresseert, mor 'k heb in 't eerste geprobeerd Om me veur aa van kant te make Het feit da gij kon afstand doen, van al wa tussen ons bestoeng Da konnek ni gewoon gerake Mor sè ge zie, we leve toch, en af en toe dan droom ik nog Da meen ik zonder overdrijve Ik droom dan da wij allebei, beginne mè 'n proper lei Om dan veurgoe bijeen te blijve
't Leve go voort Mor wa naa...ik zèn nog eve Eve zot van aa
Søndag Morgen ((Adapted from: Sunday Morning Coming Down (by Ray Stevens) - 1969)) Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson - John Mogensen Performer(s): John Mogensen - 1971
Titles In Other Languages: 1979 - Zondagmiddag Lilian (by Louis Neefs) 1975 - Nedelní Ráno (by Pavel Bobek)
Jeg stod op en søndag morgen kigged´ ud og så en himmel trist og grå fik mig vasket lidt en kam igennem håret skægget lod jeg bare stå Hvorfor pynte sig, en ensom mand der blot skal ha´ en lang dag til at gå og for øvrigt knækked´ snørrebåndet det var det, der mangled´ Jeg fik nok Jeg sprang ned a´ trappen, ud på gaden blæsten kom og rusked´ mig i nakken Jeg blev hurtigt kølet af, slog kraven op og fandt den sidste mønt i frakken På en kaffebar i nabolaget sad jeg lidt og lytted´ efter snakken det´ svært at være ene, når man ønsker man var medlem af en flok Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag I en park så jeg en far som stod og leged´ med sin pige ved en gynge Fra et åbent vindue hørtes barnegråd en mor fik standset ved at synge Det var mer´ end jeg ku´ ta´ det var som sten blev lagt på hjertet i en dynge Jeg blev syg i sjælen længtes efter kærlighed, et sted at gå i dok Så´n en tidlig søndag morgen er der ingen brug for mig Alle andre holder fridag, slapper af, kun ikke jeg Når man lever helt alene uden no´en at holde af må man nok ha´ lov at mene, søndag er den værste dag
You Oughta Be In Pictures Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Dana Suesse Performer(s): Little Jack Little; and various other artists
You oughta be in pictures Youre wonderful to see You oughta be in pictures Oh what a hit you would be! Your voice would thrill a nation Your face would be adored Youd make a great sensation with wealth and fame your reward And if you should kiss the way you kiss When were alone Youd make evry girl and man A fan worshiping at your throne You oughta shine as brightly As Jupiter and Mars You oughta be in pictures My star of stars
The Children Of Bethlehem
Composer(s): Tom Paxton
Performer(s): John Denver
The children of Bethlehem
One cold winter's night
Were wakened by singing
And a heavenly light
With whispers and murmurs
On pattering feet
The children of Bethlehem
Came into the street
The people were sleeping
All safely in bed
The children heard singing
In the sky overhead
They heard, "Peace will be with you
Whoever you are
Oh, come to the stable
Come, follow the Star!"
And the children of Bethlehem
That cold winter's night
Came down to the stable
They followed the light
Now the roosters were crowing
At the dawning of day
The baby lay sleeping
In the manger he lay
The children of Bethlehem
Came in two by two
They came to the manger
That the Star brought them to
They came to the manger
Where the sweet Baby lay
The children of Bethlehem
Showed us the way
You Ought To Be With Me Composer(s): Al Green; Willie Mitchell; Al Jackson Performer(s): Al Green; Al Jarreau
Sit right down and talk to me about how you want to be you ought to be with me ya, you ought to be with me Thinking about what people do talking about how I love you thinking there's nothing to what they say you ought to be with me, anyway They don't want to see us do all of the dumb things we want to you ought to be with me hey, you ought to be with me You don't have to waste my time if you want to be a friend of mine you can be denied and walk away and turn your back for another day You ought to be the kind of girl that can brighten up this old world and it's hard to see why you and me can't be together happily I'm trying to realize you being with some other guy I don't know the reason why you ought to be with me until I die (you ought to be with me until I die) I don't want to waste my time if you want to be a friend of mine I want to hold you tight, love you right put good feelin' in your night
Sunday Morning Christian Composer(s): Harlan Howard Performer(s): Harlan Howard
Mr. Jones, this car you sold me, isn't all that I desired You swore it was young and healthy, now I find it's old and tired But a deal's a deal you tell me and there's nothing to be done Mr Jones, I'd like you better if you robbed me with a gun
You're a Sunday morning Christian, sir, singin' louder than the rest Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin' Don't let me stand in your way Surely God will forgive you next Sunday
Mrs. Smith, your fine attendance shows the Christian life you live But I know your little secret, you expect God to forgive You'll kiss your husband Monday mornin', see him safely on his way Then get ready for your lover, it's a long time till Sunday
You're a Sunday morning Christian, ma'm, singin' louder than the rest Beg forgiveness at the altar, with your chin down on your chest But tomorrow will be Monday, you'll revert back to your ways Gougin' kickin' cheatin' shovin', with no thoughts of God or lovin' Don't let me stand in your way Surely God will forgive you next Sunday
You Only Live Twice Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse; John Barry Performer(s): Nancy Sinatra; and various other artists
You Only Live Twice or so it seems One life for yourself and one for your dreams You drift through the years and life seems tame Till one dream appears and love is its name
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone
This dream is for you, so pay the price Make one dream come true, you only live twice
And love is a stranger who'll beckon you on Don't think of the danger or the stranger is gone
This dream is for you, so pay the price Make one dream come true, you only live twice
Sunday Morning Composer(s): Lou Reed - John Cale First release by: The Velvet Underground & Nico - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Sunday morning Brings the dawn in It's just a restless feeling by my side Early dawning Sunday morning It's just the wasted years so close behind Watch out the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all
Sunday morning And I'm falling I've got a feeling I don't want to know Early dawning Sunday morning It's all the streets you crossed, not so long ago Watch out the world's behind you There's always someone around you who will call It's nothing at all
You Never Really Wanted Me Composer(s): Charlie Rich Performer(s): Charlie Rich; Candi Station
You never really wanted me Now I can see Yes I can see You took your love and ran away from me You've gone and now you're back What do you want from me? Standing there Please don't cry over me After all you never cried for me before Why start now? Isn't it a little late for that now girl Don't go feeling sorry for yourself Remember I loved you I loved you I never knew the games we played Had such a lasting grip upon the plans we made I was busy laughing waiting for the day Now our time is gone And there's nothing left to say Standing there Please don't cry over me After you never cried for me before...
A Sunday Kind Of Love Composer(s): Barbara Belle - Louis Prima - Anita Leonard - Stan Rhodes First release by: Claude Thornhill & His Orch. - 1946 Covered by multiple other artists
I want a Sunday Kind of Love A love to last, past Saturday night And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight I want a Sunday Kind of Love And I want a, a love that's on the square
Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care And I'm on a lonely road that leads to nowhere I need a Sunday kind of love I do all my Sunday dreaming, and all my scheming Every minute, every hour, every day And I'm hoping to discover a certain kind of lover Who will show me the way And my arms need someone to imput To keep me warm when Monday's and Tuesday's grow cold. And I need a love for all my life to have and to hold I want a Sunday kind of love Oh yeahhhhh I don't want a Monday or a Tuesday, Wednesday or a Thursday Friday or Saturday I don't want nothing baby I want a Sunday Kind of Love
You Never Miss The Water Till The Well Runs Dry Composer(s): Roland Howard
When a child I lived at Lincoln With my parents on the farm The lessons that my Mother taught To me were quite a charm She'd often take me on her knee When tired of childish play And as she pressed me to her breast I've heard my Mother say
Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach Let your watchword be despatch And practice what you preach Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by For you never miss the water Till the well runs dry
As years rolled on I grew to be a mischief loving boy Destruction seemed my only sport It was my only joy And well I do remember When oft times well chastised How Father sat close by my side And thus has me advised
Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach Let your watchword be despatch And practice what you preach Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by For you never miss the water Till the well runs dry
When I arrived at manhood I engaged in public life But found the hill was rugged then And full of care and strife I speculated foolishly My losses were severe But still a tiny little voice Kept whispering in my ear
Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach Let your watchword be despatch And practice what you preach Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by For you never miss the water Till the well runs dry
Then I studied strict economy And found to my surprise My funds, instead of sinking Very quickly then did rise I grasped each chance and always Struck the iron while 'twas still hot I seized the opportunities And never once forgot
Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach Let your watchword be despatch And practice what you preach Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by For you never miss the water Till the well runs dry
I am married now and happy I've a charming little Wife We live in peace and harmony Devoid of care and strife Fortune smiles upon us We have little children, three The lessons that I teach them As they cluster round my knee
Waste not, want not Is the maxim I would teach Let your watchword be despatch And practice what you preach Do not let your chances Like sunbeams, pass you by For you never miss the water Till the well runs dry
