Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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What Am I Gonna Do (I'm So in Love With You) Composer(s): Tony Brock - Jay Davis - Rod Stewart Performer(s): Rod Stewart
Can I tell you what you mean to me You're essential as the air I breathe Almost impossible to believe that you're mine You're like weekends all year long under a hot Jamaican sun You are a winner at a hundred to one yes you are
Something you've got is something I need right now You don't have to prove it no more I'm down on my bended knees honey
What am I gonna do I'm so in love with you What am I gonna say if ever you go away
One in a million oh so rare a nightingale in Barkley Square and baby I ain't goin' nowhere without you You are the goal that wins the game the very last bus home in the rain You're like rock and roll and champagne all in one
Something you've got is something I need right now Let's not mess around any more I'm down on my bended knees honey
What am I gonna do I'm so in love with you What am I gonna say if ever you go away What am I gonna do I'm so in love with you What am I gonna say if ever you go away
I'll be a sleek one of a kind and so difficult to define I could drink a case of you any time
The Sistine Chapel and the Eiffel Tower a national anthem an April shower tomorrow's fashion and now I've found you I'm complete
Something you've got is something I need right now You don't have to prove it no more I'm down on my bended knees honey
What am I gonna do I'm so in love with you What am I gonna say if ever you go away
I'm like a schoolboy in your hands I wanna get up and sing and dance You see one hell of a happy man standing here
Individually quite unique You really swept me off my feet and baby you look oh so neat with nothing on
Day Is Done French Title: Mon Enfant Composer(s): Peter Yarrow Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
Tell me why you're crying, my son I know you're frightened, like everyone Is it the thunder in the distance you fear? Will it help if I stay very near? I am here
(Refrain) And if you take my hand my son All will be well when the day is done And if you take my hand my son All will be well when the day is done Day is done, day is done, day is done, day is done
Do you ask why I'm sighing, my son? You shall inherit what mankind has done In a world filled with sorrow and woe If you ask me why this is so, I really don't know
(Refrain)
Tell me why you're smiling my son Is there a secret you can tell everyone? Do you know more than men that are wise? Can you see what we all must disguise through your loving eyes?
Don't Look Any Further Composer(s): Franne Golde - Duane Hitchings - Dennis Lambert Performer(s): Dennis Edwards & Siedah Garrett
Someone to count on in a world ever changing here I am, stop where you standing what you need is a lover, someone to take over oh girl don't look any further
Strange when you think of the chances that we've both been in a state of mind too cool to be careless, looking for the right thing. Oh baby don't look any further
Tonight (tonight) we're gonna taste a little paradise rockin` all night long Rockin` all night long Daylight (daylight) I`ll still be looking in your heavenly eyes
Oh we rocked on and on and on
Day o umba day o mambu ji ay o Don't look any further Don't you look no furhter Day o umba day o na jam bay um bay o Don't look any further
Someone to count on (someone to count on) in a world ever changing here I am, stop where you standing what you need is a lover (you need a lover) to love you all over (love you all over) Oh baby don`t look any further (further)
Tonight (tonight) we're gonna taste a little paradise rock you night long, rock me all night long Daylight (daylight) I`ll still be looking in your heavenly eyes
We'll go on and on and on
Day o umba day o mambu ji ay o Don't look any further Don't you look no furhter Day o umba day o na jam bay um bay o Don't look any further ...
Day In, Day Out Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Rube Bloom Performer(s): Bob Crosby and various other artists
Day in, day out The same old hoodoo follows me about The same old pounding in my heart whenever I think of you And, darling, I think of you Day in and day out
Day out, day in I needn't tell you how my days begin When I awake, I awaken with a tingle One possibility in view That possibility of maybe seeing you
Come rain, come shine I meet you and to me the day is fine Then I kiss your lips And the pounding becomes The ocean's roar A thousand drums Can't you see it's love Can there be any doubt When there it is Day in, day out
Angelique Composer(s): Eva Ein - Kenny Loggins Performer(s): Kenny Loggins
From the time that I wake to the time that I rise, she's a lover and so am I But the lady loves her passion more than me When I'm under her spell, then I know very well, how her magic can mystify And the lady leaves her lovers in ecstasy She's young, but she's wise, and the heaven in her eyes at half a glance Is as much as a man can see But she'll never really love any more than any other lover in her life And you'll come to know the devil in Angelique For a moment it seems I'm a part of her dreams And she loves like she's hypnotized While she hides inside the man she's made of me And then just when I've found her, her visions surround her And I'll never fill her eyes, but I wonder who in hell the young girl sees And she moans, and she sighs, and you search inside her eyes But all you find is a man who can never be And you wonder if she'll ever discover that the devil could never set her free She's young, but she's wise, and the heaven in her eyes at half a glance Is as much as any man can see And you'll never really lose any more than any other lover has lost in her life When you've come to know the devil in Angelique And you'll come to know the devil in Angelique And you'll learn to love the devil
Day For Decision Composer(s): Allen N. Peltier Performer(s): Johnny Sea
The other day I heard someone say You know, America is in real trouble It's true Old Glory has never fallen so close to the earth Our embassies are being stoned Our diplomats are often in fear for their lives And we're involved in a half-dozen nameless, winless conflicts spilling American blood on foreign soil Our young men are dying for ideals that don't seem to mean too much to Americans anymore
The truth is America's real trouble doesn't lie in the rice paddies of Vietnam in the masses of Red China, or in the diabolical intrigues to the south of us The real trouble lies in the playgrounds of St. Louis the hillside mansions of San Francisco, and in the slums of Chicago A disease which is slowly eating away at the heart of America lives in the small southern towns, the fishing villages of New England and in the hot dusty streets of the midwest
This is the age of the American cynic The year of the unbeliever The day of doubt We've killed all the sacred cows and destroyed all the images And there's nothing left to respect Old fashioned love of God, country, and family is passé We stare at our shoelaces when they play the national anthem We wouldn't want to be seen at a political rally or a town hall meeting And we don't want to be caught with our eyes closed during public prayers We've decided the only way to get into public office is to buy it Our heroes are the fast guys who get away with things Patriotism, the old hand-over-the-heart flag-waving singing patriotism has been condemned Think about this Patriotism When you tear away the fancy phrases and crepe paper, it's plain and simple pride I'ts a new car-prettier girl-bigger house sort of pride in country Somewhere along the way we've lost it Our form of government is the same We still say America stands for the same things But next time you're at a party, ask someone to sing American the Beautiful and see what happens
The basic ideals and structure of America haven't changed We have You and me Our enemies know it They've seen the newsreels of the discontented marching around the capitol They've distorted and blown up our mistakes They've been putting steel wedges in the cracks in our wall of solidarity The new idea is: Don't attack America wear it down gradually till it eventually falls under the weight of its own corruption And did you know, it's working?
This sneering complacency once stamped out by the bloody feet of a tattered Continental Army in 1776 once drowned beneath the keel of the U.S.S. Arizona in Pearl Harbor Bay has risen again This deadly "Let George do it" attitude lights the way for the Vietcong in the swampy jungles of Vietnam This "Better red than dead" cancer is more feared by the American soldier than all the communist mortar shells It kills the vitality and spirit of America Democracy is a frail and fragile instrument Made of hope, prayer, and Yankee ingenuity It is held together by a fourth-of-July flag-waving patriotism And we've almost exhausted our supply of it Try this test Lift your eyes to a flag, then sing out as loud as you can that old out-worn antiquated freedom hymn you learned so many years ago
For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain America America God shed His grace on thee
Now if you feel a little pride welling up inside of you if you feel a little mist in your eye then, thank God for you, mister, you're still an American!
America, America God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea
De Letter Van De Wet Composer(s): Kris de Bruyne Performer(s): Kris de Bruyne
Droom je eigen dromen bij mekaar als een daad van verzet droom je dromen regelrecht tegen de letter van de wet
Schrijf je eigen dagboek bij mekaar met alle letters van het alfabet keer op keer krijg je het mes tegen de keel gezet
Teken je eigen wereld bij mekaar je eigen prentenkabinet zo onderteken je direct de laatste aktes van de wet
Je zoent je grote liefdes bij mekaar leest ze verhalen voor in bed veel te veel wereld, te veel tijd volgens de letter van de wet
Droom je eigen dromen bij mekaar als een daad van verzet droom je dromen regelrecht tegen de letter van de wet krijg je een kogel door het hoofd da's naar de letter van de wet
Angeline Composer(s): Dickey Betts - Johnny Cobb - Mike Lawler Performer(s): The Allman Brothers Band
Ridin' in a long gray limousine Sittin' in a pair of hundred dollar jeans Tryin' to talk sense to a rock'n'roll queen Damn, best kinda livin' anybody ever seen Oh, Angeline
Chorus
Lookin' at the bright lights, searchin' for the sliver screen I never seen a woman who could look so good, and be so doggone mean Yeah Oh, midnight struttin' in New York City Midnight woman, she is lookin' so pretty Her little heart beat in rhythm with the world She used to be her mama's little girl Hey, hey Angeline
Chorus
Whoa, just a game that she loves to play leavin' broken hearts all along the way She's got friends that she ain't never used She's winnin' now but she's bound to lose Oh, Angeline
Day By Day Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Axel Stordahl; Paul Weston Performer(s): Jo Stafford and various other artists
Day by day I'm falling more in love with you And day by day my love seems to grow There isn't any end to my devotion It's deeper dear by far than any ocean
I find that day by day you're making all my dreams come true So come what may I want you to know I'm yours alone, and I'm in love to stay As we go through the years day by day
Day After Day (It's Slippin' Away) Composer(s): Tommy Reynolds; Stuart Margolin; Jerry Riopelle Performer(s): Shango
Day after day, more people come to L.A. Ssh! Don't you tell anybody the whole place is slipping away Where can we go when there's no San Francisco? Ssh! Better get ready to tie up the boat in Idaho
Do you know the swim? You better learn quick, Jim Those who don't know how to swim, better sing the hymn Tuna at the bowl. Fine fillet o' much soul Whoo! Whoo! What can we do with a bushel of wet gold?
Day after day, more people come to L.A. Ssh! Don't you tell anybody the whole place is slipping away Where can we go when there's no San Francisco? Ssh! Better get ready to tie up the boat in Idaho
Where can we go when there's no San Diego? Ssh! Better get ready to tie up the boat in Idaho
Do you know the swim? You better learn quick, Jim Those who don't know how to swim, better sing the hymn Tuna at the bowl. Fine fillet o' much soul Whoo! Whoo! What can we do with a bushel of wet gold?
Day after day, more people come to L.A. Ssh! Don't you tell anybody the whole place is slipping away Where can we go when there's no San Francisco? Ssh! Better get ready to tie up the boat in Idaho Better get ready to tie up the boat in Idaho (repeat)
Angelina/Zooma Zooma Composer(s): Pablo Citorello - Doris Fisher - Louis Prima - Allan Roberts Performer(s): Louis Prima
I eat antipasta twice just because she is so nice Angelina Angelina the waitress at the pizzeria
I eat zuppa and minestrone just to be with her alone Angelina Angelina the waitress at the pizzeria
Ti voglio bene Angelina I adore you Ti voglio bene Angelina I live for you E un passione You have set my heart on fire But Angelina never listens to my song
I eat antipasta twice just because she is so nice Angelina Angelina the waitress at the pizzeria
If she'll be a my cara mia then I'll join in matrimony with a girl who serves spumoni and Angelina will be mine
C'e' la luna 'n mezzo 'u mare Mamma mia me maritari Figghia mia a cu te dari? Mamma mia pensaci tu Si ci dugnu li musicanti iddu va, iddu veni sempre lu strumento ne manu teni Si ci pigghia 'a fantasia lu strumento a figghia mia
O mamma, zooma zooma baccala O mamma, zooma zooma baccala o mamma, zooma zooma baccala zooma zooma zooma zooma zooma baccala
C'e' la luna 'n mezzo 'u mare Mamma mia me maritari Figghia mia a cu te dari? Mamma mia pensaci tu Si ci dugnu pisciaiolu iddu va, iddu veni sempre baccala ne manu teni Si ci pigghia 'a fantasia baccala a figghia mia
Day After Day
Composer(s): William Daniel Collins - Michael George Gibbins - J.C. Molland - Peter William Ham - Thomas Evans
First release by: Badfinger - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
I remember finding out about you Every day my mind is all around you Looking out from my lonely room, day after day Bring it home, maybe someday soon I give my love to you I remember holding you while you sleep Every day I feel the tears the tears that you weep Looking out of my lonely gloom, day after day Bring it home, maybe someday soon I give my love to you ...... Looking out of my lonely room, day after day Bring it home, maybe someday soon I give my love to you I remembert finding out about you Every day my mind is all around you Looking out from my lonely room, day after day Bring it home, maybe someday soon I give my love to you
I Can Hear Your Heartbeat Composer(s): Chris Rea Performer(s): Chris Rea; Paul Cotton; Seppo Valjakka
In the silence of the side street In the whisper of the night From the darkness of the empty hours To the early morning light From the hustle down on main street With all it's lights so bright To the trucker on the highway Pressing through the night
I can hear your heartbeat I can hear your heartbeat Girl, the sound of you is so sweet To me
And I'm sailing on your wind song Oh, I can feel the summer breeze You've got me walking on my tiptoes You've got me standing on my knees From the mills way down in Pittsburgh To the clubs of gay Paris Ah, no matter where I roam, girl You can always get to me
I can hear your heartbeat I can hear your heartbeat Girl, the sound of you is so sweet To me
We got freezing Coca-Cola We got anything you want I moving on that back beat Girl, but it's you that sings the song
'Cos I can hear your heartbeat I can hear your heartbeat The sound of you is so sweet To me
Oh I still hear your heartbeat Yea I still hear your heartbeat Girl, the sound of you is so sweet To me
Dawn's Highway Composer(s): Jim Morrison Performer(s): The Doors
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Me and my -ah- mother and father - and a grandmother and a grandfather - were driving through the desert, at dawn, and a truck load of Indian workers had either hit another car, or just - I don't know what happened - but there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death
So the car pulls up and stops That was the first time I tasted fear I musta' been about four - like a child is like a flower his head is just floating in the breeze, man The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back is that the souls of the ghosts of those dead Indians... maybe one or two of 'em...were just running around freaking out and just leaped into my soul And they're still in there
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice Blood in my love in the terrible summer Bloody red sun of Phantastic L.A.
Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers Blood will be born in the birth if a nation Blood is the rose of mysterious union Blood on the rise, it's following me
Indian, Indian what did you die for? Indian says, nothing at all
Angelina Composer(s): Knut Koppang Performer(s): Ray Charles
Angelina, why did you have to go It's hard enough alone, well you should know The scars you never showed me Your eyes that turned away Angelina, to God for you I prayed
Angelina, I often heard you weep At times I'd stay awake and watch you sleep Your innocence would move me At times you've made me scared Angelina, my love for you I cared
Angelina, in silence you would speak A simple touch of you and I grew weak You finally let me hold you The day before you died Angelina, my angel in the sky
You finally let me hold you The day before you died Angelina, my angel in the sky
Dawning Composer(s): Mark Barkan; Tony Powers Performer(s): Jay & The Americans
I woke up this morning, the sun's shining brightly And loving each leaf on each tree Remembering the way that your lips touched mine lightly Yes, your love is dawning on me Wo oh ah oh oh ah oh oh ah oh oh Yes, your love is dawning on me
Flowers are bloomin', the robin is singing, And my heart is in harmony The sweet things you said have all to my head Oh yes, your love is dawning on me Wo oh ah oh oh ah oh oh ah oh oh Yes, your love is dawning on me
Perfume and roses and blue skies and laughter The world is a great place to be What used to be sadness has turned into gladness Yes, your love is dawning on me Wo oh ah oh oh ah oh oh ah oh oh Yes, your love is dawning on me
