Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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A Junkie's Lament Composer(s): James Taylor Performer(s): James Taylor
Ricky's been kicking the gong Lickety split didn't take too long A junkie's sick A monkey's strong That's what's wrong
Well, I guess he's been messing around downtown So sad to see the man losing ground Winding down behind closed doors On all fours
Mama, don't you call him my name He can't hear you anymore And even if he seems the same to you That's a stranger to your door Ask him what's he come here for
Oh my God, a monkey can move a man Send him to hell And home again With an empty hand in the afternoon Shooting for the moon
It's halfway sick And it's halfway stoned He'd sure like to kick But it's too far gone They wind him down with the methadone He's all on his own
But baby, don't you throw your love away I hate to seem unkind It's only that I understand the man That the monkey can leave behind I used to think he was a friend of mine
You've Got A Friend Composer(s): Carole King Performer(s): Bing Crosby
When your down and troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing, whoa nothing is going right Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there to brighten up even your darkest nights You just call out my name and you know wherever I am I'll come running, oh yeah baby to see you again Winter, spring, summer, or fall all you have to do is call and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah You've got a friend If the sky above you should turn dark and full of clouds and that old north wind should begin to blow Keep your head together and call my name out loud and soon I will be knocking upon your door You just call out my name and you know wherever I am I'll come running to see you again Winter, Spring, summer or fall all you got to do is call and I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, ain't it good to know that you've got a friend? People can be so cold They'll hurt you and desert you Well they'll take your soul if you let them Oh yeah, but don't you let them You just call out my name and you know wherever I am I'll come running to see you again Oh babe, don't you know that Winter spring summer or fall Hey now, all you've got to do is call Lord, I'll be there, yes I will You've got a friend You've got a friend Ain't it good to know you've got a friend Ain't it good to know you've got a friend You've got a friend
A Journey To A Star Composer(s): Leo Robin - Harry Warren Performer(s): Judy Garland and multiple other artists
A journey to a star would not be very far As long as Im alone with you Romantic as we are, a journey to a star Could start before the dawn breaks through
Youre right beside my heart Were just about a kiss apart And we could make a dream come true A moment of your love would have the feeling of A journey to a star with you
Youre right beside my heart Were just about a kiss apart And we could make a dream come true A moment of your love would have the feeling of A journey to a star with you
You've Changed
((Spanish Version: Cambió (by Pedro Aznar))
Composer(s): Carl Fischer - Bill Carey
First release by: Dick Haymes & Harry James and His Orch. - 1941
Covered by multiple other artists
I've an awful feeling that This thought that's been a-stealing Through my brain Is not to be ignored
But to really tell the truth Though I'm not a well known sleuth I honestly believe That you are bored
You've changed That sparkle in your eye is gone Your smile is just a careless yawn You're breaking my heart You've changed
You've changed You're kisses now are so blasé You're bored with me in every way I can't understand You've changed
You've forgotten the words 'I love you' Each memory that we've shared You ignore every star above you I can't realize you've ever cared
You've changed You're not the angel I once knew No need to tell me that we're through It's all over now You've changed
À Joinville Le Pont Composer(s): Étienne Lorin - Ras Baboo Pierre Performer(s): André Bourvil and multiple other artists
J'suis un petit gars plombier zingueur J'fais des semaines de quarante huit heures Et j'attends qu'les dimanches s'amènent Pour sortir ma jolie Maimaine Ou bien une autre ça revient au même Mais moi j'préfère quand même Maimaine À qui qu'un jour fougueux j'ai dit Si qu'on allait s'promener chérie
À Joinville le Pont Pon! Pon! Tous deux nous irons Ron! Ron! Regarder guincher Chez chez chez Gégène Si l'cur nous en dit Dis dis On pourra aussi Si si Se mettre à guincher Chez chez chez Gégène
Au bord de l'eau y a les pêcheurs Et dans la Marne y a les baigneurs On voit des gens qui mangent des moules Ou des frites s'ils n'aiment pas les moules On mange avec les doigts c'est mieux Y a qu'les belles filles qu'on mange des yeux Sous les tonnelles on mange des glaces Et dans la Marne on boit la tasse
À Joinville le Pont Pon! Pon! Tous deux nous irons Ron! Ron! Regarder guincher Chez chez chez Gégène Si l'cur nous en dit Dis dis On pourra aussi Si si Se mettre à guincher Chez chez chez Gégène
Et quand la nuit tombe à neuf heures Y a pu d'pêcheurs, y a pu d'baigneurs Y a pu d'belles filles sous les ramures Y reste plus qu'des épluchures Maimaine me dit j'ai mal aux pieds Sur mon vélo j'dois la ramener Mais dès lundi j'pense au samedi Quand vient le samedi, moi ça me dit
À Joinville le Pont Pon! Pon! Tous deux nous irons Ron! Ron! Regarder guincher Chez chez chez Gégène Si l'cur nous en dit Dis dis On pourra aussi Si si Se mettre à guincher Chez chez chez Gégène
You've Been In Love (That Little Bit Too Long) Performer(s): Phil Collins
You've been in love that little bit too long You've been in love and I think that you know You've been in love it's time to move on You've been in love and it's starting to show
She's getting to used to your face, getting too used to your smile She's saying the same things every morning before you leave her
You'd better run, find out what's going through her mind You'd better look out, cos he's not far behind You've been in love that little bit too long You've been in love and I think that you know You've been in love it's time to move on You've been in love and it's starting to show
Suddenly she's trying to please you, you start to think she's acting strange And after all these years she wears make-up in the morning You'd better run, find out what's going through her mind You'd better look out, cos he's not far behind
Did you really believe she's doing it all for you? Oh, can't you see, there's somebody else You never showed it, you should have known it
You've been in love, yeah you've been in love You've been in love, yeah you've been in love
Going round singing all those love songs, songs you haven't heard for years You're gonna have to ask her why she's so happy You'd better run, find out what's going through her mind. But it may be too late, and I know why
You've been in love that little bit too long You've been in love and I think that you know You've been in love it's time to move on You've been in love and it's starting to show You've been in love that little bit too long You've been in love, I think that you know You've been in love it's time to move on You've been in love and it's starting to show To show, show, you've been in love, oh oh
À Jeun Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Gérard Jouannest Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Parfaitement à jeun Vous me voyez surpris De ne pas trouver mon lit ici
Parfaitement à jeun Je le vois qui recule Je le vois qui bascule aussi
Guili guili guili
Viens-là mon petit lit Si tu ne viens pas t'a moi Ce n'est pas moi qui irai t'à toi Mais qui n'avance pas recule Comme dit Monsieur Dupneu Un mec qui articule Et qui est chef du contentieux
Parfaitement à jeun Je reviens d'une belle fête J'ai enterré Huguette ce matin
Parfaitement à jeun J'ai fait semblant d'pleurer Pour ne pas faire rater la fête
Z'étaient deux cents noirs Les voisins les amis Y avait qu'moi qu'était gris Dans cette foire Y avait beau-maman belle-papa Z'avez pas vu Mirza Et puis Monsieur Dupneu Qu'est chef du contentieux
Parfaitement à jeun En enterrant ma femme J'ai surtout enterré la maitresse d'André
Je n'l'ai su que c'matin Et par un enfant de chur Qui m'racontait qu'sa sur ah ça Il me reste deux solutions Ou bien frapper André Ou bien gnougnougnafié La femme d'André Sur son balcon Ou bien rester chez moi Feu-cocu mais joyeux C'est ce que me conseille André André André Dupneu Qu'est mon chef du contentieux
Parfaitement à jeun Vous me voyez surpris De ne pas trouver mon lit
Youth Of Today Composer(s): Kelvin Grant; Michael Grant; Dennis Seaton; Patrick Waite Performer(s): Musical Youth
Dennis come back with My apple pie! Dont blame the youth
Dont blame the youth
Dont take us for fools
Dont blame the youth You know that its true
Dont blame the youth
So dont blame the youth Dont blame the youth The youth of today has got lots to say its our life its our future
Because were living today so dont blame the youth - what do you say? My mother went to town to buy a little bike And when she see the price she nearly loose her sight Ca dis a judgement time slang bong Lord ca dis a judgement time Slang bong bong bong Ai the youth of today the youth of today
Were under heavy heavy manners yeah Were under heavy heavy manners yeah What did he say? I went down-town to buy a set of drums but when me see the price It have me tumble down ca dis a judgement time boy Lord ca dis a judgement time Do it right Ai the youth of today the youth of today . . . I went down-town to go buy keyboard The price of the board make me shout out loud ca dis a judgement time Slong bong biddley bong ca dis a judgement time mirror style Ai the youth of today the youth of today . . . All night long shine The youth of today has got lots to say its our life our future
Because were living today so dont blame the youth
You know that its true so dont blame the youth My mother went to town to buy a little bike
Da janela o horizonte, a liberdade de uma estrada eu posso ver O meu pensamento voa livre em sonhos pra longe de onde estou Eu às vezes penso até onde essa estrada pode levar alguém Tanta gente já se arrependeu e eu Eu vou pensar Eu vou pensar
Quantas vezes eu pensei sair de casa mas eu desisti Pois eu sei lá fora eu não teria o que eu tenho agora aqui Meu pai me dá conselhos, minha mãe vive falando sem saber Que eu tenho meus problemas e que às vezes só eu posso resolver
Coisas da vida Choque de opiniões Coisas da vida Coisas da vida
Novamente eu penso ir embora viver a vida que eu quiser Caminhar no mundo enfrentando qualquer coisa que vier Penso andar sem rumo, pelas ruas, pela noite sem pensar No que vou dizer em casa, nem satisfações a dar
Penso duas vezes, me convenço que aqui é o meu lugar Lá fora às vezes chove, e é quase certo que eu vou querer voltar A noite é sempre fria quando não se tem um teto com amor E esse amor eu tenho mas esqueço às vezes de lhe dar valor
Tudo tem seu tempo, e uma vida inteira eu tenho pra viver E nessa vida é necessário a gente procurar compreender Coisas que aborrecem acontecem muitas vezes por amor E esse amor eu tenho esquecido às vezes de lhe dar valor
Yours Is No Disgrace Composer(s): Jon Anderson; Chris Squire; Steve Howe; Tony Kaye; Bill Bruford Performer(s): Yes
Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place If the summer changed to winter, yours is no disgrace
Battleships confide in me and tell me where you are Shining, flying, purple wolfhound, show me where you are Lost in summer, born in winter, travel very far Lost in losing circumstances, that's just where you are
Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human race On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place If the summer changed to winter, yours is no Yours is no disgrace Yours is no disgrace Yours is no disgrace
Death defying, mutilated armies scatter the earth Crawling out of dirty holes, their morals, their morals disappear
Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face Caesar's palace, morning glory, silly human, silly human race On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place If the summer changed to winter, yours is no Yours is no disgrace Yours is no disgrace Yours is no disgrace
A Hymn To Him ((Dutch Version: Een Loflied Op Hem (Wim Sonneveld)) Composer(s): Alan Jay Lerner - Frederick Loewe Performer(s): Rex Harrison and multiple other artists
Women are irrational, that's all there is to that! There heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags! They're nothing but exasperating, irritating vacillating, calculating, agitating Maddening and infuriating hats!
Why can't a woman be more like a man? Men are so honest, so thoroughly square Eternally noble, historic'ly fair Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat Why can't a woman be like that?
Why does ev'ryone do what the others do? Can't a woman learn to use her head? Why do they do ev'rything their mothers do? Why don't they grow up like their father instead? Why can't a woman take after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to please Whenever you're with them, you're always at ease Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours? Would you be livid if I had a drink or two? Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers? Why can't a woman be like you?
One man in a million may shout a bit Now and then there's one with slight defects One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you doubt a bit But by and large we are a marvelous sex!
Why can't a woman behave like a man? Men are so friendly, good natured and kind A better companion you never will find If I were hours late for dinner, would you bellow? If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss? Would you complain if I took out another fellow? Why can't a woman be like us?
Why can't a woman be more like a man? Men are so decent, such regular chaps Ready to help you through any mishaps Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum Why can't a woman be a chum?
Why is thinking something women never do? Why is logic never even tried? Straight'ning up their hair is all they ever do Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside? Why can't a woman be more like a man?
If I were a woman who'd been to a ball Been hailed as a princess by one and by all Would I start weeping like a bathtub over flowing? And carry on as if my home were in a tree? Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going? Why can't a woman be like me?
Yours And Mine Composer(s): Arthur Freed; Nacio Herb Brown Performer(s): Judy Garland; and various other artists
Love can come along in the strangest ways It looks at a lucky couple and sets their hearts ablaze I can feel that fire in my happy heart For we are the lucky couple look what we have for a start
The stars that shine are Yours and Mine The rainbows in the sky are Yours and Mine The song of springtime the lullaby of fall The sunshine of summertime belongs to us all
The moon above is Yours and Mine The right to fall in love is Yours and Mine The hope of finding the dream our hearts design All this is yours and mine
A Hundred Years From Today Composer(s): Victor Young - Ned Washington - Joseph Young First performance/First recording by: Katherine Perry - 1933/Peggy Lee - 1947 Covered by multiple other artists
Don't save your kisses just pass them around You'll find my reason is logically sound Who's gonna know that you passed them around A hundred years from today
Why crave a penthouse that's fit for a queen You're nearer heaven on mother earth's green If you had millions what would they all mean A hundred years from today
So laugh and sing Make love the thing Be happy while you may There's always one Beneath the sun who's bound to make you feel that way
The moon is shining and that's a good sign Cling to me closer and say you'll be mine Remember darling we won't see it shine A hundred years from today A hundred years from today
The moon is shining and that's a good sign Cling to me closer and say you'll be mine Remember darling we won't see it shine A hundred years from today A hundred years from today
Yours Spanish Title: Quiereme Mucho Composer(s): Gonzalo Roig; Augustin Rodriguez; Jack Sherr Performer(s): Dinah Shore; and various other artists
Yours till the stars lose their glory Yours till the birds fail to sing Yours to the end of life's story This pledge to you, dear, I bring
Yours in the grey of December Here, or on far distant shores I've never loved anyone the way I love you How could I, when I was born to be just yours
This night has music, the sweetest music It echoes somewhere within my heart I hold you near me, so, darling, hear me I have a message I must impart
Yours till the stars lose their glory Yours till the birds fail to sing Yours to the end of life's story This pledge to you, dear, I bring
Yours in the grey of December Here, or on far distant shores I've never loved anyone the way I love you How could I when I was born to be just yours Just yours When I was born to be just yours
A Hundred Years From Now Composer(s): Lester Flatt - Earl Scruggs Performer(s): Elvis Presley and multiple other artists
Well a hundred years from now I won't be crying A hundred years from now I won't be blue My heart will have to forget that we ever met But I won't care a hundred years from now
I'll never forget sweetheart the night you told me That you could Live without my love somehow That's all in the past I knew it wouldn't last But I won't care a hundred years from now
You're Under Arrest Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg; Zenith
Un soir que j'étais dans le Bronx J'étais on ne peut plus anx ieux de retrouver Samantha Entre Thelonius Monk Quelques punks aussi Brons Ki beat giclant de mon Aiwa
You're under arrest 'Cause you are the best
J'ai dit et je redis donc s' Ur le trop tard du Bronx Je recherchais Samantha S'pointent deux gorilles du Bronx Il est évident donc c' Etait mal barré pour moi
You're under arrest 'Cause you are the best
C'était deux police blacks Qui pratiquaient le slang Ainsi que le colt cobra Ils m'plaquent au mur du Bronx Et je défie quiconque De ne pas avoir les foies
You're under arrest 'Cause you are the best
You're under arrest 'Cause you are the best
L'un des ces yankees monk Ey me dit "give us your money" Qu'est-ce que t'aurais fait toi Ils m'relachent ainsi donc J'enfonce dans le Bronx Retrouver Samantha You're under arrest 'Cause you are the best You're under arrest 'Cause you are the best
A Hundred Pounds Of Clay ((French Version: Avec Une Poignée De Terre (by Johnny Hallyday) - 1961)) Composer(s): Bob Elgin - Luther Dixon - Kay Rogers First release by: Gene McDaniels - 1961 Covered by multiple other artists
He took a hundred pounds of clay And they He said "Hey, listen, I'm gonna fix this-a world today Because I know what's missin'" Then He rolled his big sleeves up And a brand-new world began He created a woman and-a lots of lovin' for a man Whoa-oh-oh, yes he did
With just a hundred pounds of clay He made my life worth livin' And I will thank Him every day For every kiss you're givin' And I'll thank Him every night For the arms that are holdin' me tight And He did it all with just a hundred pounds of clay Yes he did, whoa-oh, yes He did
Now can'tcha just see Him a-walkin' 'round and 'round Pickin' the clay uppa off the ground? Doin' just what He should do To make a livin' dream like you He rolled His big sleeves up And a brand-new world began He created a woman and-a lots of lovin' for a man Whoa-oh-oh, yes he did
With just a hundred pounds of clay People, let me tall ya what He did With just a hundred pounds of clay ...
You're The Voice Composer(s): Andy Qunta; Keith Reid; Maggie Ryder; Chris Thompson Performer(s): John Farnham; and various other artists
We have the chance to turn the pages over We can write what we wanna write We gotta make ends meet before we get much older We're al someone's daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun?
Chorus: You're the voice, try and understand it Make a noise and make it clear We're not gonna sit in silence We're not gonna live with fear
This time, you know that we all can stand together With the power to be powerful Believing, we can make it better We're all someone's daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun?
Chorus Repeat
We're all someone's daughter We're all someone's son How long can we look at each other Down the barrel of a gun?
Avec Une Poignée De Terre ((Adapted from: A Hundred Pounds Of Clay (by Gene McDaniels) - 1961)) Composer(s): Bob Elgin - Luther Dixon - Kay Rogers - Manou Roblin Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday; Dalida; Richard Anthony - 1961
Avec une poignée de terre Il a crée le monde Et quand il eut crée la terre Tout en faisant sa ronde Le Seigneur jugeant en somme Qu'il manquait le minimum Il créa la femme et l'amour Qu'elle a donné aux hommes Oui c'est vrai!
Avec une poignée de terre Il a crée les lèvres Et tes deux bras quand ils me serrent Pour me donner la fièvre Et je pense à chaque instant Que celle que j'aime tant Le Seigneur l'a fait Rien qu'avec une poignée de terre Oui c'est vrai! Oui c'est vrai!
Marchant à grands pas Allant de-ci de-là De la terre il ramassa Puis ses manches il retroussa Et de ses mains il façonna La divine et douce personne Celle que tout le monde nomme L'éternelle dame pour l'amour Qu'elle a donné aux hommes Oui c'est vrai!
Avec une poignée de terre Voilà ce que le Seigneur a fait Avec une poignée de terre Oui c'est vrai!
You're The Top Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Ethel Merman; and various other artists
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic That I always have found it best Instead of getting 'em off my chest To let 'em rest unexpressed I hate parading my serenading As I'll probably miss a bar But if this ditty is not so pretty At least it'll tell you how great you are
You're the top! You're the Colosseum You're the top! You're the Louvre Museum You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss You're a Bendel bonnet, a Shakespeart sonnet You're Mickey Mouse You're the Nile, You're the Tow'r of Pisa You're the smile on the Mona Lisa I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop But if, Baby, I'm the bottom You're the top!
Your words poetic are not pathetic On the other hand, boy, you shine And I can feel after every line A thrill divine down my spine Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans Might think that your song is bad But for a person who's just rehearsin' Well I gotta say this my lad
You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi You're the top! You're Napolean brandy You're the purple light of a summer night in Spain You're the National Gall'ry, You're Garbo's sal'ry You're cellophane You're sublime, You're a turkey dinner You're the time of the Derby winner I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop But if, Baby, I'm the bottom You're the top!
You're the top! You're a Ritz hot toddy You're the top! You're a Brewster body You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning You're broccoli You're a prize, You're a night at Coney You're the eyes of Irene Bordoni I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop But if, Baby, I'm the bottom You're the top
You're the top! You're an Arrow collar You're the top! You're a Coolidge dollar You're the nimble tread of the feet of Fred Astaire You're an O'Neill drama, You're Whistler's mama You're Camembert You're a rose, You're Inferno's Dante You're the nost of the great Durante I'm just in the way, as the French would say "De trop" But if, Baby, I'm the bottom You're the top
You're the top! You're a Waldorf salad You're the top! You're a Berlin ballad You're a baby grand of a lady and a gent You're an old dutch master, You're Mrs. Aster You're Pepsodent You're romance, You're the steppes of Russia You're the pants on a Roxy usher I'm a lazy lout that's just about to stop But if Baby, I'm the bottom You're the top!
You're the top! You're a dance in Bali You're the top! You're a hot tamale You're an angel, you simply too, too, too diveen You're a Botticelli, You're Keats, You're Shelley You're Ovaltine You're a boon, You're the dam at Boulder You're the moon over Mae West's shoulder I'm a nominee of the G.O.P. or GOP But if, Baby, I'm the bottom You're the top!
You're the top! You're the Tower of Babel You're the top! You're the Whitney Stable By the River Rhine, You're a sturdy stein of beer You're a dress from Saks's, You're next year's taxes' You're stratosphere You're my thoist, You're a Drumstick Lipstick You're da foist in da Irish svipstick I'm a frightened frog that can find no log to hop But if, Baby, I'm the bottom You're the top!
