Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Le Temps Des Fleurs ((aka Il Faut S'aimer Plus Fort (Sandra Kim) - 1993)) Composer(s): Boris Fomit - Konstantin Podnevsky - Eddy Marney Performer(s): Dalida - 1968
Versions In Other Languages: 1962 - Those Were The Days (The Limeliters) 1968 - An Jenem Tag (Dalida) 1968 - Quelli Erano I Giorni (Gigliola Cinquetti) 1968 - De Glade År (Gitte Hænning) 1993 - Dit Is Vast Weer Zo'n Dag (Sandra Kim)
Dans une taverne du vieux Londres Où se retrouvaient des étrangers Nos voix criblées de joie montaient de l'ombre Et nous écoutions nos curs chanter C'était le temps des fleurs On ignorait la peur Les lendemains avaient un goût de miel Ton bras prenait mon bras Ta voix suivait ma voix On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel La, la, la... On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
Et puis sont venus les jours de brume Avec des bruits étranges et des pleurs Combien j'ai passé de nuits sans lune À chercher la taverne dans mon cur Tout comme au temps des fleurs Où l'on vivait sans peur Où chaque jour avait un goût de miel Ton bras prenait mon bras Ta voix suivait ma voix On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel La, la, la .... On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
Je m'imaginais chassant la brume Je croyais pouvoir remonter le temps Et je m'inventais des clairs de lune Où tous deux nous chantions comme avant C'était le temps des fleurs On ignorait la peur Les lendemains avaient un goût de miel Ton bras prenait mon bras Ta voix suivait ma voix On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel La, la, la .... On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
Et ce soir je suis devant la porte De la taverne où tu ne viendras plus Et la chanson que la nuit m'apporte Mon cur déjà ne la connaît plus C'était le temps des fleurs On ignorait la peur Les lendemains avait un goût de miel Ton bras prenait mon bras Ta voix suivait ma voix On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel La la la... On était jeunes et l'on croyait au ciel
Dance: Ten, Looks: Three Composer(s): Marvin Hamlisch; Edward Kleban Originally performed by: Pamela Blair & Cast Covered by various other artists
Val: But after a while I caught on... I mean, I saw what they were hiring! I also swiped my dance card once after an audition and on a scale of one to ten, they gave me for dance: Ten, for looks: Three! Why?
Dance: Ten; Looks: Three And I'm still on unemployment Dancing for my own enjoyment That ain't it, kid! That ain't it, kid!
"Dance: Ten, Looks: Three" Is like to die! Left the theatre and Called the doctor For my appointment to buy...
Tits and ass Bought myself a fancy pair Tightened up the derriere Did the nose with it All that goes with it
Tits and ass! Had the bingo-bongos done Suddenly I'm getting National tours! Tits and ass won't get you jobs Unless they're yours!
Didn't cost a fortune neither Didn't hurt my sex life either!
Flat and sassy I would get the strays and losers Beggars really can't be choosers That ain't it, kid! That ain't it, kid!
Fix the chassis "How do you do!" Life turned into an Endless medley of "Gee, it had to be you" Why?
Tits and ass! Where the cupboard once was bare Now you knock and someone's there You have got 'em, hey Top to bottom, hey!
It's a gas! Just a dash of silicone Shake your new maracas and your fine! Tits and ass can change your life They sure changed mine!
Val: You're all looking at my tits now, aren't you?
Sheila: They aren't that big
Val: I heard that, you bitch I didn't want 'em like yours I wanted them in proportion
Sheila: Well, you got what you paid for
Connie: I wouldn't mind having just one of yours
Val: Well go out and buy 'em
Have it all done! Honey, take my word Grab a cab, c'mon See the wizard on Park and Seventy-Third For
Tits and ass Orchestra and balcony What they want is whatcha see Keep the best of you Do all the rest of you
Pits or class I have never seen it fail Debutante or chorus girl or wife
Tits and ass Yes, tits and ass Have changed... My... Life...
Those Were The Days Composer(s): Boris Fomit - Konstantin Podnevsky - Gene Raskin Performer(s): The Limeliters - 1962 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1968 - Le Temps Des Fleurs (Dalida) 1968 - An Jenem Tag (Dalida) 1968 - Quelli Erano I Giorni (Gigliola Cinquetti) 1968 - De Glade År (Gitte Hænning) 1993 - Dit Is Vast Weer Zo'n Dag (Sandra Kim) 1993 - Il Faut S'aimer Plus Fort (Sandra Kim)
Once upon a time there was a tavern Where we used to raise a glass or two Remember how we laughed away the hours And dreamed of all the great things we would do
Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
Then the busy years went rushing by us We lost our starry notions on the way If by chance I'd see you in the tavern We'd smile at one another and we'd say
Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
Just tonight I stood before the tavern Nothing seemed the way it used to be In the glass I saw a strange reflection Was that lonely woman really me
Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
Through the door there came familiar laughter I saw your face and heard you call my name Oh my friend we're older but no wiser For in our hearts the dreams are still the same
Those were the days my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way La la la la... Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
Dance, Sister, Dance (Baila Mi Hermana) Composer(s): Leon "Ndugu" Chancler; Tom Coster; David Rubinson Performer(s): Santana
Dance sister dance I love the way you move I love to watch you Dance sister dance Feel the rhythm flow into your soul Dance sister dance Feel the rhythm flow Feel the rhythm flow through you Dance sister dance I love to watch you move I love the way you dance
Baila mi hermana Baila para mi Baila mi hermana Baila para mi
I love to watch you move I love the way you dance with me Dance sister dance I love the way you move I love to watch you Dance sister dance Feel the rhythm flow into your soul Dance sister dance
Mi hermana Baila para mi Baila mi hermana Baila para mi I love the way you move I love the way you baila Baila para mi
Baila para mi Baila para mi hermana
Baila mi hermana Baila para mi Baila mi hermana I love to watch you move I love the way you dance with me
Dance with me Dance with me Dance with me Dance with me Dance with me
Dance, Gypsy, Dance Composer(s): Stanley Damerell; Tolchard Evans Performer(s): David Whitfield
Dance, Gypsy, dance Though tears may flow Love's a game you played and lost Now you're left to count the cost Dance, Gypsy, dance On with the show Though your aching heart is breaking Dance, Gypsy, dance
Gypsy campfires glowing `neath the stars Hearts beat to the throbbing of guitars But one heart is crying So her feet are flying
Dance, Gypsy, dance Though tears may flow Love's a game you played and lost Now you're left to count the cost Dance, Gypsy, dance On with the show Though your aching heart is breaking Dance, Gypsy, dance
Dance, Gypsy, dance Though tears may flow Love's a game you played and lost Now you're left to count the cost Dance, Gypsy, dance On with the show Though your aching heart is breaking Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, Gypsy, dance
An Irishman's Idea Of Love Composer(s): Allan Roberts - Doris Fisher Performer(s): The Happy Gang Orch.
When a Frenchman is courting a mademoiselle He takes her to dinner at some fine hotel He spends all the salary he worked for that week And if he is lucky, he kisses her cheek
But an Irishman's idea of love Is to meet the girl he's dreamin' of Compliment her eyes of blue And the divil if he doesn't mean it too
Fills her full of a line of blarney That he learned in ole Killarney Gets the kiss so easily That cost the poor Frenchman his week's salary
Dance, Dance, Dance Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Carl Wilson Originally performed by: The Beach Boys
After six hours of school I've had enough for the day I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot (Dance dance dance right there on the spot) The beat's really hot (Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick With my chick by my side the radio does the trick
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot (Dance dance dance right there on the spot) The beat's really hot (Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
Ohby!
At a weekend dance we like to show up late I play it cool when it's slow and jump it when it's fast
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot (Dance dance dance right there on the spot) The beat's really hot (Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) (Dance dance dance right there on the spot) (Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) (Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
An Invitation To North America (Traditional) Performer(s): Sam Richards & Tish Stubbs
There is many a family of late that has gone Away to New York, father, mother and son Let us likewise follow and make no delay For 'tis much cheaper living in North Americay
The farmers in England sell there corn so dear They do what they can to starve the poor here They send it to France, which sure is not right To feed other nations that against us do fight
Come all you bold Britons, wherever you be I would have you draw near and listen to me The times they get harder in England ev'ry day It is much better living in North Americay
Why do we stay here for to be their slaves When in Nova Scotia we can do as we please For who'd work in England for ten pence a day When we can get four shillings in North Americay
The landlords in England do raise the lands high It forces some farmers abroad for to fly If times grow no better, I'll venture to say Poor men had better go to North Americay
Observe then good people what to you I've told What a plague is in England by short weight of gold With bad silver and halfpence, believe what I say There's nothing of this in North Americay
The priests in England come into the field They tithe as they please, you dare not but yield This is no great hardship, you believe, I dare say But we'll have no taxes in North Americay
There's many a farmer you very well know That went to New York but a few years ago Have bought land and houses; who now would here stay But go and make fortunes in North Americay
Manufactures in England are grown very bad For weavers and combers no work's to be had But let's go abroad, I dare venture to say They'll find us employment in North Americay
So here's a health to George our gracious king I hope none will take amiss the song that I sing Then lads and lasses now come away And ship yourselves to North Americay
Dance, Dance, Dance Composer(s): J. Cooper; B. Cooper; Steve Miller Performer(s): Steve Miller Band
My grandpa, he's ninety five And he keeps on dancin', he's still alive My grandma, she's ninety two She loves to dance and sing some too I don't know but I've been told If you keep on dancing you'll never grow old
{Refrain}
Come on, darlin', put a pretty dress on We're gonna go out tonight Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, all night long
I'm a hard-workin' man, I'm a son of a gun I've been workin' all week in the noonday sun The wood's in the kitchen and the cow's in the barn I'm all cleaned up and my chores are all done Take my hand and come along Let's go out and have some fun
{Refrain}
Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, all night long
Come on, darlin', don't look that way Don't you know when you smile I've got to say You're my honey pumpkin lover, you're my heart's delight Don't you want to go out tonight You're such a pretty lady, you're such a sweet girl When you dance it brightens up my world
An Innocent Man Composer(s): Billy Joel Performer(s): Billy Joel and multiple other artists
Some people stay far away from the door If there's a chance of it opening up They hear a voice in the hall outside And hope that it just passes by
Some people live with the fear of a touch And the anger of having been a fool They will not listen to anyone So nobody tells them a lie
I know you're only protecting yourself I know you're thinking of somebody else Someone who hurt you But I'm not above Making up for the love You've been denying you could ever feel I'm not above doing anything To restore your faith if I can Some people see through the eyes of the old Before they ever get a look at the young I'm only willing to hear you cry Because I am an innocent man I am an innocent man Oh yes I am
Some people say they will never believe Another promise they hear in the dark Because they only remember too well They heard somebody tell them before
Some people sleep all alone every night Instead of taking a lover to bed Some people find that it's easier to hate Than to wait anymore
I know you don't want to hear what I say I know you're gonna keep turning away But I've been there and if I can survive I can keep you alive I'm not above going through it again I'm not above being cool for a while If you're cruel to me I'll understand
Some people run from a possible fight Some people figure they can never win And although this is a fight I can lose The accused is an innocent man I am an innocent man Oh yes I am An innocent man
You know you only hurt yourself out of spite I guess you'd rather be a martyr tonight That's your decision But I'm not below Anybody I know If there's a chance of resurrecting a love I'm not above going back to the start To find out where the heartache began
Some people hope for a miracle cure Some people just accept the world as it is But I'm not willing to lay down and die Because I am an innocent man
An Hour Never Passes Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy Performer(s): Ambrose Orch. and multiple other artists
An hour never passes but I think of you An hour never passes but I miss you too Every day from dawning till the moon rides low Youre beside me darling everywhere I go An hour never passes, the clock never chimes But I keep recalling those old happy times Without my prayer for you in each lonely sigh An hour never passes by
Without my prayer for you in each lonely sigh An hour never passes by
Dance With My Father Composer(s): Richard Marx; Luther Vandross Originally performed by: Luther Vandross Covered by various other artists
Back when I was a child
before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me high
and dance with my mother and me and then Spin me around 'til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love To dance with my father again When I and my mother would disagree To get my way, I would run from her to him He'd make me laugh just to comfort me Then finally make me do just what my mama said Later that night when I was asleep He left a dollar under my sheet Never dreamed that he would be gone from me If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love To dance with my father again Sometimes I'd listen outside her door And I'd hear how my mother cried for him I pray for her even more than me I pray for her even more than me I know I'm praying for much too much But could you send back the only man she loved I know you don't do it usually But dear Lord she's dying To dance with my father again Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
An Everlasting Love Composer(s): Barry Gibb Performer(s): Andy Gibb
I've been here all your life Watching your crying game You were the heaven in my lonely world And he was your sun And your rain I was losing you before I ever held you tight Before you ever held me in your arms And I won't make you blue And maybe an everlasting love will do
Ah, we got an everlasting love So tall, so wide, so high Above the rumble of thunder down below It's your love I need, It's the only show And it's you want an everlasting dream Can take us anywhere are the tears of yesterday We killed the pain, We blew away the memories Of the tears we cried And an everlasting love will never die
Take me out of the cold, give me what I've hungered for If it's the pleasure of taking My heart that you need, then it only makes me Love you more I was yours before The stars were born and you were mine I could have saved you all the pain you knew And I won't make you cry And maybe an everlasting love can try
Dance With Me Henry Composer(s): Hank Ballard; Etta James; Johnny Otis Performer(s): Georgia Gibbs and various other artists
(Hey, baby, what do I have to do) (To make a hit with you)
You gotta dance with me Henry (All right, baby) Dance with me Henry (Don't mean maybe) Rock with me Henry (Any old time) Talk to me Henry (Don't change your mind) Dance with me Henry (All right) You better dance while the music goes on Roll on, roll on, roll on
While the cats are ballin' (Roll on, roll on) You better stop your stallin' (Roll on, roll on) Its intermission in a minute (Roll on, roll on) So you better get with it (Roll on, roll on) Dance with me Henry (Roll on, roll on) You better dance while the music goes on Roll on, roll on, roll on
Oooo-ooo-ooo-wee Henry, you aint movin' me You better feel that boogie beat And get the lead out of your feet
You gotta dance with me Henry Dance with me Henry Rock with me Henry Talk to me Henry Dance with me Henry You better dance while the music goes on
Roll, roll, roll Roll, roll, roll Rock, rock, rock Rock, rock, rock Roll, roll, roll Roll on, roll on, roll on
Rock with me Henry (All right, baby) Dance with me Henry (Don't mean maybe) Rock with me Henry (Any old time) Dance to me Henry (Don't change your mind) Jump with me Henry (All right) You better dance, dance while the music goes on
Dance With Me
Composer(s): Lewis Lebish - Jerry Leiber - Irving Nahan - Mike Stoller - George Treadwell
First release by: The Drifters - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
(Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me, dance with me)
(Dance with me), oh-oh hold me closer, closer and closer Much closer while the music plays, oh, my little darlin', won'tya (Dance with me), oh-oh hold me tighter, tighter and tighter Much tighter while the rhythm sways
Put your lips to mine while the rhythm sways We're no longer strangers Now we're more than friends so-o-o
(Dance with me), dance with me closer, closer and closer And maybe we'll be lovers when the music ends
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
(Dance with me), dance with me closer, closer and closer And maybe we'll be lovers when the music ends
(Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me) (Doot-doot) (Dance with me)
An Englishman In The U.S.A. Composer(s): Les Davidson - Leo Sayer Performer(s): Leo Sayer
Rambling around your city streets I feel no earth below my feet And I feel my life is crumbling into the sea But I can't swim three thousand miles So all I have is lonely nights I'm an Englishman lost in the U.S. of A. And it's a long way back home Such a long way back home And I'm wondering Where am I gonna go Lines dead, operators gone And now the fear is coming on And I hear my love wondering where have I gone So I'm gambling my bucks for pounds Yeah, but Lady Luck just won't come around For an Englishman who is stuck in the U.S. of A. And it's a long way back home Such a long way back home Oh I'm wondering will I ever get away
So here I am and there are you Where wishful thoughts don't serve no use And all the worrying in the world won't pull me through So I think of love that might have been And an airline ticket that's like a dream For an Englishman who is lost in the U.S. of A. Such a long way from home Such a long way from home And I'm wondering, I'm wondering Will I ever get to I'm a long way, a long way A long way back home I've been wondering Will I ever get to go, yeah
Yeah I'm waiting for you to take me home C'mon baby And I'm waiting for you to take me home Yes I'm waiting for you to take me home Take me home
