Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Wait And See
Composer(s): Dave Bartholomew; Fats Domino
Performer(s): Fats Domino
The sun's gonna shine in my back door someday
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
One day you'll cry, I won't come back to you
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
You've got such a great, big beautiful smile
I wanna hug and kiss you for a while
The sun's gonna shine in my back door someday
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
You've got such a great, big beautiful smile
You're so doggone mean I wonder why?
One day you'll cry, I won't come back to you
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
The sun's gonna shine in my back door someday
Just you wait and see, just you wait and see
Wait and see, wait and see
Wait and see, wait and see
Carnaval Naar Santiago
((Adapted from: À Santiago (Jean Ferrat) - 1967))
Composer(s): Jean Ferrat - R. Smit - Arno Guldemond
Performer(s): Herman van Veen - 1969
Het carnaval is reusachtig vol met kleuren, klanken, prachtig mensenmassa's hossen jachtig en ik, ik dans als een toerist
Meisjes dansen opgetogen zwarte haren, schitterogen zoeken dingen die niet mogen en ik, ik dans als een pastoor
De rum die stroomt overvloedig maakt de bange minnaars spoedig opgewekt en doldwaas moedig en ik, ik dans als een kanon
Wait A While
Composer(s): Jon Lord; Sam Brown
Performer(s): Deep Purple;
and various other artists
Wait before you go
So you will know, what I am feeling as you leave
I understand, your need for some time
Some solitude
Wait a while, before you go
You should know by now, my heart belongs to you
I know that you must leave
And I can see, that it's not easy for you, no
Buy I'll be here and know that my soul
Is always near you
Wait a while before you go
You should know by now I love you and so I will wait a while
Shake the vow and the leaves start falling
Spill the wine and our dreams come tumbling down
All around
The sand of time is slipping through my fingers
You and I, still the memories linger on
And on
Now I know that if I can only let go
And wait a while, you'll be here again with me
The same old friends we've always been
Wait a while before you go
You should know by now I love you and so I will wait a while
Wait a while
Wait a while
For you
A Salty Dog ((Italian Versions: Il Marinaio (by Massimo Ranieri) - 1970; Un Marinaio (by The Beans) Un Angelo In Più (by Oro) - 1995; Nel Così Blu (by Zucchero) - 2006)) Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid First release by: Procol Harum - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
'All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry 'Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!' Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly? A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all
We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy Now many moons and many Junes have passed since we made land A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand
Wait A Minute
Composer(s): Darin; Kirshner
Performer(s): The Coasters
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
Wait a Minute let me understand...
While I'm a-sittin' here holdin' your hand
Your tellin' me about the boy next door
Tellin' me that he can offer you more
What a nerve!
What a case!
Chorus:
Wait just a minute
You know that won't get it
Wock-a-doo wock-a-doo
If thats the way your love will be
You might as well forget it
Wock-a-doo, wock-a-doo, wha
Am I correct in hearin' what you say
That you would rather be with him instead
You said that you could travel with him far
You say he's got a brand new Cadillac car
Well...What you mean?
Is that so!?!
Better let that woman go!
Chorus
I don't go for all the crazy noise
About you datin' all those other boys
If I'm gonna be your only one
I'm not waitin' till your honey's done
You're a riot!
And you're tough!
Honey, cut out all that stuff
Chorus
I'm gonna tell you for the very last time
If I'm yours, you better be mine
When I come home about a quarter to 4
Don't wanna hear the slammin' of the back door
Youre bad!
And so wild!
Stop a-messin with me, child!
You might as well forget it...
Why, you can just forget about
The whole cotton-pickin affair!
I get so tired of you finaglin' around...
Il Marinaio ((aka Un Marinaio (by The Beans); Un Angelo In Più (by Oro) - 1995; Nel Così Blu (by Zucchero) - 2006)) ((Adapted from: A Salty Dog (by Procol Harum) - 1969)) Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid - Mogol Performer(s): Massimo Ranieri - 1970
Seduto qui io guardo il mar sono quasi già le sei la nave è là in fondo al mar lentamente se ne va...
Il sole tarda il vento è freddo e frusta gli occhi miei i miei ricordi il viso tuo non mi ha lasciato mai
Un marinaio vicino a me anche lui guarda il mar a cosa pensa io non lo so c'è sale negli occhi suoi...
Il suo fantasma chissà chi è certamente non sei tu! Il vento è freddo anche per lui ma lui non piange più...
Un marinaio vicino a me anche lui guarda il mar a cosa pensa io non lo so c'è sale negli occhi suoi...
Il suo fantasma chissà chi è certamente non sei tu! Il vento è freddo anche per lui ma lui non piange più...
Wait
Composer(s): Jackie Jackson; David Paich
Performer(s): The Jacksons
How come you tell me that we have to get away?
But girl, you can't be found
We'll dine in Paris on the Champs Elysées
Whenever you come around
There's been a break down, break down
Don't change your mind on me!
Just take a little time
You say the finer things
Are worth waiting for
Just give me some kinda sign, baby
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years!
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years!
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer, whoa!
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!
Sometimes I think of all the moments that we share
I've been waiting for so long
You know it hurts me
Everytime you run and hide
I look up and now you're gone
I've been put down, way down
There's no tomorrow for me
You can't let love just fade away, baby
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years!
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years!
I can't hold back my tears any longer!
Girl, I've been longing for you deep inside
And I tell myself, baby, baby
If this love of ours will survive
Then let's take this chance together, together
Baby, you know!
I just can't wait (I just can't wait)
Wait for a hundred years (I just can't wait)
I just can't wait
I can't hold back my tears any longer, longer!
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years
I can't hold back my tears (can't hold back my tears) any longer!
Now hear, you pushed my heart around
Tore me up inside, made me feel so bad
You took away my pride!
(My pride!)
I can't wait, wait for a hundred years
I can't hold back my tears any longer
I can't hold back my tears
(Any longer)
I can't hold back my tears, baby
(Any longer)
I can't hold back my tears, darling
(Any longer)
I can hold back my tears, baby
(Any longer)
Any longer
I can't wait
I'm down on my knees, baby
Baby, baby, baby
Don't talk to me
Break down on my knees, baby
Must tell me
Can't help my soul
I can't help my soul, baby, baby
(Any longer)
Talk to me
(Any longer)
Break down on my knees, now baby
(Any longer)
(Any longer)
Can't wait
(Any longer)
I can't wait
I can't wait
I can't wait
Wait, baby
I can't wait no more, now baby
Break down on my knees
Un Angelo In Più ((aka Il Marinaio (by Massimo Ranieri) - 1970; Un Marinaio (by The Beans); Nel Così Blu (by Zucchero) - 2006)) ((Adapted from: A Salty Dog (by Procol Harum) - 1969)) Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid - Alibani Performer(s): Oro - 1995
Come sarà amore mio La tua vita senza me Non basterà la compagnia Dei miei ricordi in te Se me ne andrò dai giorni tuoi E come un angelo in più Io pregherò per te se vuoi Da una casa in mezzo al blu Come sarà amore mio La tua vita senza me Aspetterai che ci sia anchio Poi mangerai da te Lavorerai ti piegherai Dietro una scrivania Ma non potrai buttarti via Perché amore eterno è E piangerai davanti a un film Che parlerà di noi Di me di tedi quelli che Non si perderanno mai E se lassù fra il cielo e Dio Cè uneterna casa blu Vivrà lassù amore mio Il tuo angelo in più Come sarà amore mio La tua vita senza me
Wait
Composer(s): Andrew Latimer; John McBurnie
Performer(s): Camel
You're looking nervous at the dealer
Money goes like sand
Slipping through your hands
You're leaving everything behind you
Wave it all goodbye
I can hear you cry
Wait - don't think about it
Wait - it's never too late
Wait - don't worry 'bout it
Wait - leave it all to fate
Wait
Oh no this game is like a nightmare
There can be no doubt
Luck has dealt me out
I'm only searching for the right time
Money on the line
I can hear you cry
Nel Così Blu ((aka Il Marinaio (by Massimo Ranieri) - 1970; Un Marinaio (by The Beans); Un Angelo In Più (by Oro) - 1995)) ((Adapted from: A Salty Dog (by Procol Harum) - 1969)) Composer(s): Gary Brooker - Keith Reid - Pasquale Panella - Zucchero Performer(s): Zucchero - 2006
In testa ho La frase che Incendia un bosco in testa a me La frase che Ho in testa è
"E allora la baciai" E immaginai Cobalto il cielo D'amore immenso intorno a lei E me ne andai E navigai E non lo so se più tornai In testa ho La frase che Fa la tempesta in testa a me E se la neve Non fa rumore
"Allora lei mi amò" Di vento e dune Di notti intere E bianche in mare insieme a lei E me ne andai Nel così blu E non lo so se più tornai In testa ho La frase che Lei disse, resta in testa a me E mi estasiai E dissi anch'io
"Per sempre amore mio" Abbiamo insieme Ingoiato il sole Dipinto d'infinito il mare E me ne andai E navigai E non lo so se più tornai
Waipio
Composer(s): George Allen
Performer(s): Rene Paulo;
and various other artists
O kau hana mau no ia
O ka hookipa I kealoha
A na'u i hooheno mua
Ka makani o Laulani
E ka i'a hamau leo
E hii poi malie nei
I ka mea kamehai
Oo ua aina nei
He inoa ke ia
No Waipio Of Waipio
O Kahalelaupkekoa
I puia i ke ala
Ona ona i ka ihu
A Sailor's Not A Sailor ('Til A Sailor's Been Tattooed)
A Sailor's Not A Sailor ('Til A Sailor's Been Tattooed) Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Ethel Merman & Mitzi Gaynor
Merman: I'm an old salt Gaynor: I'm a young salt Both: In the Navy we've been working very hard Merman: I was part of the Flotilla with Dewey in Manila Gaynor: I'm a new recruit at the Brooklyn Navy yard
Both: Tonight we're on a spree and feeling flow'ry Both: We've got a date with gals and drink and food Gaynor: Across the Brooklyn Bridge and to the Bow'ry Merman: And I'm gonna get the kid tattooed Gaynor: Tattooed? Merman: Tattooed! Both: A sailor's not a sailor 'til a sailor's been tattooed
Merman: Here's an anchor from a tanker That I sailed upon when first I went to sea Here's another of my mother Takes me back to when I sat upon her knee Here's a crimson heart with a Cupid's dart Here's a Battle Cruiser and when I sit down On that, too There's a tattoo Of my home town
Gaynor: To the Bow'ry Merman: To the Bow'ry Gaynor: 'Cross the Brooklyn Bridge and I'm just in the mood
Merman: He'll be filled with diff'rent mixtures And covered up with pictures
Gaynor: I can't wait to be, 't will be great to be tattooed
Merman: Tattooed? Gaynor: Tattooed! Both: A sailor's not a sailor 'til a sailor's been tattooed
Wahjahka Man
Composer(s): Jimmy Cliff
Performer(s): Jimmy Cliff
I never needed nobody, to show me how to walk
I never needed nobody, to teach me how to talk
Never needed nobody, to tell me make my mark
I'm experienced man, I can understand
I know how to get along
Wahjahka man, in a any land
In a Jamaica, in a Britannia (I'm a)
Wahjahka man, in a any land
In a Africa, in America (uh huh hey hey)
I never needed nobody, to come and hold me hand
I never needed nobody, to take me thru' the land
Never needed nobody, to tell me make a stand
I'm experienced man, I can understand
I know how to get along
Wahjahka man, in a any land
In a Jamaica, in a Britannia (I'm a)
Wahjahka man, in a any land
In a Africa, in America (uh huh hey hey)
I never needed nobody, to show me how to walk
I never needed nobody, to teach me how to talk
Never needed nobody, to tell me make my mark
I'm experienced man, I can understand
I know how to get along
Wahjahka man, in a any land
In a Jamaica, in a Britannia (I'm a)
Wahjahka man, in a any land
In a Africa, in America (uh huh hey hey)
Wahjahka man, in a any land
Got this name ya, in a me blood now
The love that you gave me - has gone with the rain
The joy that just filled me - has turned into pain
My face in the mirror - reminds me of you
It's the one that you lied to - when you said you'd be true
The tears in my eyes - are all that you'll find
The scars on my face - just deepen my mind
Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a-turnin', wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Carry me over the hill
Go 'long, mule, there's a steamer at the landin'
Waitin' for the cotton to load
Go 'long mule, the boss is understandin'
There's a pasture at the end of the road
Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a-turnin', wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Wagon wheels, carry me home
Wagon wheels, carry me home
A Russian Love Song
Composer(s): Spike Milligan - Stephens
Performer(s): The Goons; Spike Milligan
There were two Russian lovers walking hand in hand
On the banks of a river in a snow covered land.
A boy and a girl with starlight in their eyes
They kiss and caress as he tenderly sighs
Oh! Oh! Oh! Comrade!
All right comrade that's enough!
We meet each night by the silvery light of our dear old fashioned
Russian satellite moon
It shines so bright -- turns Americans white at the sight of our dear
old fashioned Russian satelite moon
And over here in England
I saw it at my flat
I ran into the cellar
And put on my old ARP hat
Don't be silly! Comrades!
Just dance with joy, while we are all still alive by the light of our
glorious Russian satelite moon
Gentleman! Look up in the skies -- I can't believe my eyes!
It's that dear old fashioned Russian satelite moon!
What, what, where?
Hand me get my gun -- we're going to have some fun (bang)
Oh I missed that naughty Russian satellite moon
I'll have to run you in there for a very legal reason
Shooting at Russian moons when they are out of season
Stand aside -- my reply to that is this rocket driven hat
England's answer to that Russian satellite moon...The President.
Gentleman the President of the har-har-har of the har-har-har
There is a Russian satelite moon over Arkansas, Mr President
Thank heaven it is not over America
Don't worry, we are prepared for this Mr Presley: hit 'em heavy
Now listen here! I'll make it clear just what we intend to do I'm
gonna rock around that Russian satelite moon
I'm gonna rock around that Russian satellite moon (mumbles - fades - to replaced by a Russian)
That's right, comrade Elvis Go on, shake your hips while we listen to the blips
Of our glorious Russian satellite moon
(Various strange words getting faster until the Russian explodes!)
Wagon Train
Composer(s): Henri René; Bob Russell
Performer(s): The Sons Of The Pioneers;
and various other artists
Roll along Wagon Train
Rollin' over prairie where there ain't no grass
Rollin' over mountain where there ain't no pass
Sittin' on a board, eyein' the weather
Prayin' to the Lord, we stay together
Side by side on the Wagon Train
Wagon Train, roll along
Pickin' up a passenger in every town
Wonderin' if he's ever gonna shoot you down
Lookin' for a pal, ain't it a pity
Lookin' for a gal, needn't be pretty
If she'll ride on the Wagon Train
Wagons ho!
Gotta keep em on the run
Time to go and follow the sun
Roll along Wagon Train
Never had a cabin near a general store
Only had a wagon and a forty-four
Sittin' on a board, eyein' the weather
Prayin' to the Lord, we stay together
Side by side on the Wagon Train
A Runner With The Pack Composer(s): Pete Bellotte Performer(s): Donna Summer
Hes got a second side hes got sixth sense He got everything He got what it takes He got what it makes to be everything Seems to know all there is to know I took him there He steals the show Hes so astute hes so acute hes gold sure he is Hes eloquent hes intelligent and benevolent Hes the epitome of ability with his expertise Hes versatile with a lot of style Hed mess my heart every time hed smile So unpretentious a warm and gentle soul
A runner with the pack, no hes not like that A runner with the pack, no hes not like that Cause hes inventive, attentive, protective, selective Perceptive, receptive, affective, reflective A runner with the pack, no hed never do that
He got tolerance he got confidence hes significant And hes a connoisseur and a social stir hes magnificent So fair and square he reciprocates And every way he stimulates His quality of voracity is great
A runner with the pack, no hes not like that A runner with the pack, no hes not like that Cause hes inventive, attentive, protective, selective Perceptive, receptive, effective, reflective (you know the hes) A runner with the pack, no hed never do that
Waco
Composer(s): Hal Blair; Jimmie Haskell
Performer(s): Lorne Greene
Waco, yeah
He stood tall with heavy guns that tied down at the thigh
Gunmen knew that to test his draw was to pick your time to die
Even an outlaw deadly mean, the ones that you been said
But now a bad gringo has done his best and he was the law instead
Waco, Waco
People moved away from him, his smile was grim and cold
The badge he wore was a mockery to the notches on his soul
Was he good or was he bad, even Waco didnt know
The girl he loved was promised now, so which way would he go
Waco, Waco
The hour was getting closer and the odds were mighty long
His life would be the forfait if he decided wrong
He whose God would not be his, what was he fighting for
The people of a little town that couldnt despise him more
Waco, Waco
No more time he must decide, some thought he might have prayed
He checked his guns then faced the speed, a decision had been made
There was a dignity about him, a somber look of doom
The people that were in his way moved back and gave him room
Never had he faced such odds, hed never learned upon
He had loved and now hed die with his only friend the gun
A solemn lonely figure moving up the dusty street
A solitary target for the fate he was to meet
Waco (Waco), Waco (Waco)
With a roar the fight exploded, his big guns cut him down
That day will be remembered as long as theres a town
The people saw one gunman stand and fight an outlaw band
He gave them the courage they had lost and they backed him to the man
Waco
Now his job was finished here
As he slowly turned away, a hand reached out and touched his arm
And a gentle voice said : stay
The girl hed loved forever was standing at his side
And the real man that was Waco lived, and the outlaw Waco died
Waco, Waco, (Waco, Waco, Waco), yeah
