Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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A Tree In The Park Composer(s): Lorenz Hart - Richard Rodgers Performer(s): Helen Morgan and multiple other artists
When the noisy town lets its windows down Little slaves are free at night Then we'll soon retreet from the busy street Till the crowds are out of sight There's a rendezvous for lovers Where we two can play Very near your door, In the city's core But it seems a millions miles away
Meet me underneath our little tree in the park No one else around, but you and me in the dark Just five minutes from your door-step I'll wait for your step to come along And the city's roar becomes a song
While I'm waiting, I discover more in your charms Suddenly I turn around and your in my arms And if there's a moon above you I'll carve "I Love You" upon the bark Underneath our little tree, inside the park
We'll make ev'ry bough shake, and wonder how Two could be so nearly one Ev'ry blade of grass sadly sighs, "Alas!" Grass can never have such fun In the desert town's oasis We'll love 'neath the tree It can't be amiss if the birdies kiss We're as good as birds, aren't we?
A Tree In The Meadow Composer(s): Billy Reid Performer(s): Margaret Whiting and multiple other artists
There's a tree in the meadow With a stream drifting by And carved upon that tree I see "I love you till I die" I will always remember The love in your eye The day you carved upon that tree "I love you till I die" But further on down lovers' lane A silhouette I see I know you're kissing someone else I wish that it were me By that tree in the meadow My thoughts always lie And wherever you go, you'll always know I love you till I die
Wanted Man Composer(s): Bob Hilliard; Lee J. Pockriss Performer(s): Frankie Laine
Bullet in my shoulder Blood runnin' down my vest Twenty in the posse and they're never Gonna let me rest
Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun But now they hunt me like a mountain cat And I'm always, always, always on the run
I killed poor Jed Kline in bad Laredo fight Killed him with my bare hands for the girl I loved that night Jed's brother's out to get me He's comin' with a gang But I'd rather shoot it out, by God Than let 'em watch me hang
Bullet in my shoulder!! Blood runnin' down my vest Twenty in the posse!! And they're never gonna let me rest Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun But now they hunt me like a mountain cat And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run
She had spangles on her red dress She had laughter in her voice When he tried to put his hands on her My heart left me no choice But was she really worth it? Well, I guess I'll never know She'll be drinking someone else's rye When I'm six feet below
Bullet in my shoulder!! Blood runnin' down my vest Twenty in the posse!! And they're never gonna let me rest Till I became a wanted man I never even owned a gun But now they hunt me like a mountain cat And I'm always (always), always (always), always on the run
À Travers Elle, Tu T'aimes Composer(s): Claude Moine - Pierre Papadianmandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'ai r'péré, l'endroit est "classe" T'entendrais voler un fax Détends-toi, cool, sois relax "Garçon !... la carte !... " alors, dis-moi c' qui s'passe
J'en suis sûr, tu vas me dire qu'un' fois d' plus elle t'a laissé tomber C'est pas pour m' vanter, pour dire, mais faudra bien t'y habituer
Quand j' te parle, tu n'entends rien Tu t' répands dans ton chagrin Tu monologues, j' me mets sur "pause" On est deux mais y a qu' toi qui cause
Toi tu as la prétention d'être modeste, facile à gérer J' la connais pas, j'imagine, un' saint faut t' respirer
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne Si t'es si malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne Si t'es malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
Tu n' perds pas le sens du pratique Même dans les moments les plus critiques T'as pensé à m'inviter... merci... Mais t'as oublié ton chéquier
Je te fais don de mon crédit toutes les fois où t'as b'soin d' moi Je crois comm' ça qu'on est quitte, que ça n'arrive qu'à toi
À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne Si t'es si malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne À travers elle, tu t'aimes, tout en toi te passionne Si t'es malheureux tu n' f'ras le bonheur de personne
À Tout Jamais Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Quand nous aurons fermé les yeux À tout jamais, à tout jamais À l'instant du dernier adieu J'en aurai encore du regret J'en aurai encore du remords Et partirai avec ma peine Et pour peu que je me souvienne Ce mal n'en sera que plus fort Car nous avons fermé nos coeurs À tout jamais, à tout jamais Pour remplacer tant de bonheur Par du chagrin et des regrets
Lorsque les siècles bout à bout À tout jamais, à tout jamais Aurons mis le passé sur nous Et que l'oubli sera complet S'il reste encore une lueur S'il reste encore un rien de flamme Sous la cendre tiède de l'âme Qui paraît-il jamais ne meurt Pour trouver le calme infini À tout jamais, à tout jamais Tout comme au temps de notre vie Mon amour je te chercherai T'appellerai Te trouverai Te garderai À tout jamais
À Tout Casser Composer(s): G. Aber - Johnny Hallyday - T. Brown Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
À plein gaz il faut choisir dans la vie Je ne veux pas marcher au ralenti Pour gagner je prends tous les raccourcis Si je gagne un jour alors vous direz
Il est à tout casser Il est à tout casser À tout casser
En amour je ne fais pas de roman Comme je suis on me laisse on me prend Mais comme pour ma moto à cent pour cent Il faut aimer ça pour vivre avec moi
L'amour a tout cassé L'amour a tout cassé L'amour L'amour a tout cassé
L'amour a tout cassé L'amour a tout cassé
À plein gaz je préfère ma liberté Tout ou rien mais jamais la moitié Ce qui est moi faut pas y toucher Dans ces moments là toujours malgré moi
J'arrive à tout casser J'arrive à tout casser J'arrive à tout casser J'arrive à tout casser À tout casser
Want More Composer(s): Aston Barrett Performer(s): Bob Marley & The Wailers
Now you get what you want Do you want more? (want more) Now you get what you want Do you want more? (want more)
You think it's the end But it's just the beginning You think it's the end But it's just the beginning Go down back-biter, down back-bite; down back-biter, down back-bite! Down back-biter, down back-biter; down back-biter, down back-bite!
They stab you in the back And they claim that you're not looking But Jah have them in the region In the valley of decision They stab you in the back And they claim that you're not looking But Jah have them in the region In the valley of decision In the valley of decision Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite!
Now you get, what you want Do you want more? Now you get, what you want Do you want more? Now you get, what you want Do you want more? You think it's the end Do you want more?
Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite! Go down back-biter, down back-bite, down back-biter, down back-bite!
They stab you in the back And they claim that you're not looking But Jah have them in the region In the valley of decision Now: what you want? Want more? Want more? Now: what you get? Want more? Want more? Now - Now: do you want more? You think it's the end: (think it's the end) Do you want more? (want more) (you think it's the end)
(Now: what you want? Want more? Want more? Now: what you get? Want more? Want more?)
A Touch Of Texas Composer(s): Jimmy McHugh - Frank Loesser Performer(s): Marcy McGuire, Harold Peary, Peter Lind Hayes, Victor Mature
McGuire: Headin' for that depot Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Headin' for that depot And here's the reason why
Ensemble: Why, gal why?
McGuire: Got a touch of Texas in my talk I got too much of Texas in my talk Oh, this place will be my ruin Ki-yi-yip-pin' and wahooin' Oh, take me back to Noo Yawk! Got a touch of Texas in my hair Got too much of Texas in my hair Yes, the sand from Amarillo Keeps a scratchin' on my pillow Oh, take me back to Times Square! For I've seen ev'ry part of Ev'ry part of What I'm deep in the heart of
Got a touch of Texas in my walk Got too much of Texas in my walk Oh, the sage may be a-bloomin' But for miles there's nothin' human Take me back to Noo Yawk!
Headin' for that depot Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Headin' for that depot And here's the reason why
Hayes: Now wait a minute si You've got a touch of Texas in your walk
Peary: Got too much of Texas in your walk
McGuire: I rode a bronco down in Dallas So be careful of my callus Take me back to Noo Yawk!
Peary: Hold on, chum, you got Texas on your brain, yeah
Hayes: Yeah, too much Texas on your brain
McGuire: Oh, the brush that's full of rabbits Got me in these jumpin' habits Put me back on that train! For I've seen ev'ry part of
[Clap-clap-clap-clap]
Just what I'm deep in the heart of That's why I'm headin' for the depot Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Mature: You'll never make the depot And here's the reason why You got too much of Texas in you, gal
McGuire: And that's too much of Texas for me, pal
Hayes: I reckon I will have to stop you If'n you move, I'll have to drop you
Peary: Get back in your corral
Mature: You got too much Texas in your talk
McGuire: I got too much of Texas in my walk But the funny part about it Is that I can do without it Don't take me back, don't take me back Oh, please don't Take me back to New York!
Got a touch of Texas in my face Got too much of Texas in my face Oh, that sunshine in Laredo Got it like a ripe tomato Oh, take me out of this place!
Want Ads Composer(s): General Johnson; Barney Perkins; Greg Perry Performer(s): Honey Cone; Taylor Dayne; Hattie Littles
Wanted, young man single and free Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee Oh I'm gonna put it in the want ads, I need a love that's true Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
At home I find myself, lost and all alone My man is playing the field, the thrill is gone He stays out all night, says he's with the boys But lipstick on his collar, perfume on it too Tells me he's been lying, tell ya what I'm gonna do I'm gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery Gonna put it in the want ads, somebody rescue me
I spend my nights alone, cryin' bitter tears Although I cry aloud, nobody really hears And when I need him most, he's never by my side He's either playing cards, or drinking at the bar He thinks that I'm a fool, I'm going to the evening news Gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through
Extra extra, read all about it, wanted, young man single and free Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee
Extra extra, read all about it, wanted, young man single and free Experience in love preferred, but will accept a young trainee
Oh I'm gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through Gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery Gonna put it in the want ads, please somebody rescue me
Lipstick on his collar, perfume on it too Tells me he's been lying, I'm going to the evening new Gonna put it in the want ads, I need somebody new Gonna put it in the want ads, my man and I are through Gonna put it in the want ads, this girl's in misery Gonna put it in the want ads, please somebody rescue me
A Touch Of Class Composer(s): Chris Bradford - Mark Hankins Performer(s): Dr. Feelgood
Poor boy, up west, and the action wasnt going my way Rich girl, best dressed, lookin like she come out to play I stood back, you swept passed, I decided that Id give it a shot I stepped in, I moved fast, I thought Id give it everything that Id got
We take tea at the ritz, I take you down to the docks You can rely on me to lower the tone You call me your bit of rough, I call you my bit of stuff You aint brass, youre a touch of class
I like a pint, you like your bubbles We have a whip round when you order your drink Youre in whos who, Im whose in trouble Youre upper class and Im the missing link
You got a bun(? ) in your mouth and too much time on your hands I got an accent, you can cut with a knife Your dads a bit of a snob but mines a terminal slob You aint brass, youre a touch of class
We go dutch, it aint much I knew a classy girl like you wouldnt mind A bit rough, a bit tough, a bit of low life knocks that perfect punch
You got a race horse at home, you keep him down on the farm I buy the sporting life to studying the odds I got a feel for the streets, you got your country retreat You aint brass, youre a touch of class You aint brass, youre a touch of class You aint brass Huh, youre a touch of class
Wang-Dang-Doodle Composer(s): Willie Dixon Performer(s): Howlin' Wolf; and various other artists
Tell Automatic Slim , tell Razor Totin' Jim Tell Butcher Knife Totin' Annie, tell Fast Talking Fanny A we gonna pitch a ball, a down to that union hall We gonna romp and tromp till midnight We gonna fuss and fight till daylight We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long, All night long, All night long
Tell Kudu-Crawlin' Red, tell Abyssinian Ned Tell ol' Pistol Pete, everybody gonna meet Tonight we need no rest, we really gonna throw a mess We gonna to break out all of the windows, we gonna kick down all the doors We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long, All night long, All night long
Tell Fats and Washboard Sam, that everybody gonna to jam Tell Shaky and Boxcar Joe, we got sawdust on the floor Tell Peg and Caroline Dye, we gonna have a time When the fish scent fill the air, there'll be snuff juice everywhere We gonna pitch a wang dang doodle all night long All night long, All night long etc.
Wand'rin' Star Composer(s): Frederick Loewe; Alan Jay Lerner Performer(s): Lee Marvin
I was born under a wandrin' star I was born under a wandrin' star Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back I was born under a wandrin' star
Life can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to Which with any luck will never come true I was born under a wandrin' star I was born under a wandrin' star
Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go I was born under a wandrin' star A wandrin' wandrin' star
(Life can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry) (Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry) (Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to) (Which with any luck will never come true) (I was born under a wandrin' star) (I was born under a wandrin' star)
When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree For I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be I was born under a wandrin' star A wandrin' wandrin' star
À Toi Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Claude Lemesle Performer(s): Joe Dassin
À toi À la façon que tu as d'être belle À la façon que tu as d'être à moi À tes mots tendres un peu artificiels Quelquefois À toi À la petite fille que tu étais À celle que tu es encore souvent À ton passé, à tes regrets À tes anciens princes charmants
À la vie, à l'amour À nos nuits, à nos jours À l'éternel retour de la chance À l'enfant qui viendra Qui nous ressemblera Qui sera à la fois toi et moi
À moi À la folie dont tu es la raison À mes colères sans savoir pourquoi À mes silences et à mes trahisons Quelquefois À moi Au temps que j'ai passé à te chercher Aux qualités dont tu te moques bien Aux défauts que je t'ai caché À mes idées de baladin
À la vie, à l'amour À nos nuits, à nos jours À l'éternel retour de la chance À l'enfant qui viendra Qui nous ressemblera Qui sera à la fois toi et moi
À nous Aux souvenirs que nous allons nous faire À l'avenir et au présent surtout À la santé de cette vieille terre Qui s'en fout À nous À nos espoirs et à nos illusions À notre prochain premier rendez-vous À la santé de ces milliers d'amoureux Qui sont comme nous
À la vie, à l'amour À nos nuits, à nos jours À l'éternel retour de la chance À l'enfant qui viendra Qui nous ressemblera Qui sera à la fois toi et moi
Wandering Spirit Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Jimmy Ripp Performer(s): Mick Jagger
When all the twelve Apostles try to ring me on the phone Take a message but I won't return their call For I have no eyes to see him and I thought I lost my way And I know I've lost the keys to your door
And I climbed the highest mountain and I looked down on the sea And I saw a ship a-sail to the shore I took a passage to the East and I journeyed to the West I made love from Battambang to Baltimore
I said, oh, am I running in a race I said, oh, am I getting anyplace I said, oh, can I make it
I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit, yes I am a restless soul I'm a wandering spirit, there's no place that I can call my own
I was a glutton at the banquet and I spilt the finest wine Trod the pyramids and ruins of Angkor I kissed the Mona Lisa and I breakfasted with kings And I touched the nerves of nature in the raw
I said, oh, am I running in a race I said, oh, take that smile right off your face I said, oh, I can't make it
I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit, no escape, no parole I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit, there's no place that I can call my home
I said, oh, am I running in a race I said, oh, take that smile right off your face I said, oh, I can't make it
I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit, looking for a place to go
I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit I'm a wandering spirit, no escape, no parole I'm a wandering spirit, I'm a lost and lonely soul
A Timeless Place Composer(s): Norma Winstone - Jimmy Rowles Performer(s): Jeri Brown & Jimmy Rowles and multiple other artists
The window looked out onto a pattern never ending A flower and trees and little paths far descending To the garden far below us, the pavilions in the sunlight Where the peacocks proudly grace the scene The vision, a timeless place, another way of living You moved in so close I really thought that you were giving I allowed myself a moment to believe that you could love me To reflect upon what might have been The summer sky I saw reflected in the colour of your eyes But somehow I could never peel away the layers of disguise I'm drowning now, I'm slowly sinking in a sea of blue and green Where what you are is never seen How can anybody know you? I still hear the ringing of the church bells in the morning The peacocks still call out their sad and bitter warning Take a final look around you Hold the memory forever Find a quiet place inside where You can listen to the things your heart is saying Beauty's only an illusion, here your truth is an intrusion A mirage is all it's ever been
Waltzing Matilda Composer(s): A.B. "Banjo" Paterson Performer(s): John Williamson; and various other artists
Oh! there once was a swagman camped in a Billabong Under the shade of a Coolabah tree And he sang as he looked at his old billy boiling "Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling? Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me? Waltzing Matilda and leading a water-bag Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
Down came a jumbuck to drink at the water-hole Up jumped the swagman and grabbed him with glee And he sang as he stowed him away in his tucker-bag "You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me"
Down came the Squatter a-riding his thoroughbred Down came Policemen -- one, two and three "Whose is the jumbuck you've got in the tucker-bag? You'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me!"
But the swagman he up and he jumped in the water-hole Drowning himself by the Coolabah tree And his ghost may be heard as it sings in the Billabong "Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
