Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Louis'anna Blues Composer(s): Howard C. Washington - James S. White
Down in Lou'siana where the melons grow Lives the sweetest little girl that I love so My oh my heavens above how she can love When she starts a loving I'm in heav'n above Before long you'll see me going on a train That I'm sure will carry me right back again Oh! deario I'm home sick and so lonely I can be cured by you only Oh!
Dearie now I'm wond'ring if you'll ever know Just how bad I feel and that I miss you so With me 'twas the ending of a perfect day It's not clear to me just why I went away Dearie I just want your love and nothing more I want you to love me as you did of yore Sweet heart I am so sad and lonely My heart cries for you only Oh!
I've got the blues the Lou'siana blues My honey how I'm longing just for you Baby I'm wond'ring if you are still true And that is why I feel so blue I can't forget, do you regret The love and kisses that you gave to me How I miss you, your loving kiss Your love so true, 'twas joy and bliss Oh I've got the weary blues, the Lou'siana blues Those weary Lou'siana blues
Argentina Composer(s): Stanley J. Damerell - Tolchard Evans Performer(s): Troise & His Mandoliers
Argentina, Argentina, fairest maid of the old Spanish Main Argentina, Argentina, sweethearts soon we shall both meet again Dancing, castanets, sweet thoughts of you, and hope anew Love without regret will bring me back to you Argentina, Argentina, I know that you're forever mine
Louis Collins Composer(s): Mississippi John Hurt First recording/First release by: Mississippi John Hurt - 1928/1929 Covered by multiple other artists
Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned to see her son Louis leavin' home The angels laid him away The angels laid him away they laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid him away Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned to see her son Louis leavin' home The angels laid him away Oh, Bob shot once and Louis shot too shot poor Collins, shot him through and through The angels laid him away Oh, kind friends, oh, ain't it hard? to see poor Louis in a new graveyard The angels laid him away The angels laid him away they laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid him away Oh, when they heard that Louis was dead all the people they dressed in red The angels laid him away The angels laid him away they laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid him away Mrs. Collins weeped, Mrs. Collins moaned to see her son Louis leavin' home The angels laid him away The angels laid him away they laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid him away
Ariane Composer(s): Maurice Bourdet Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Toutes les portes se ressemblent Quelque part dans ce grand ensemble Ariane, Ariane m'attend Maudite soit ma maladresse J'ai perdu sa nouvelle adresse Ariane, Ariane m'attend
Toutes les portes se ressemblent Les escaliers montent ou descendent Selon le sens où on les prend Les judas me font la grimace Je vais, je cours, les heures passent Au fil du temps l'amour se casse Ariane, Ariane m'attend
Toutes les portes se ressemblent Mais à tant crier il me semble Qu'Ariane, qu'Ariane m'entend Escalier cent-soixante-quatre Mon coeur va-t-il cesser de battre Ariane, Ariane m'attend
Ariane, vois ma triste posture Devant ces portes d'imposture Ariane, ouvre-moi, je t'entends Mais luit où tant je tambourine J'entrouvre et soudain je devine Ce n'est qu'une télé-speakerine Qui parle, qui parle du temps
Je veux hurler mais ma voix tremble Je pleure et je ris tout ensemble Ariane, Ariane m'attend Devant ces mille et une portes Je sens que la colère m'emporte Ariane, Ariane m'attend
Ariane, tu ne peux pas paraître Il me reste un moyen peut-être Nous verrons bien si cela prend Par l'allumette que j'enflamme J'en fonds cet ensemble sans âme Le feu fera surgir la femme Ariane, Ariane, Ariane, Ariane Ariane, Ariane, Ariane...
Dans Met Mij Tot Morgenvroeg Performer(s): Willy Sommers
Je mag eindelijk met mij uitgaan Maar je moet weg voor middernacht Toch laat ik je niet naar huis gaan Voor het einde van de nacht
Dans met mij tot morgenvroeg Dans met mij de hele nacht Kom neem m'n hand en dans met mij Neem de tijd en voel je vrij Wees gelukkig tot de morgendauw
Dans met mij tot morgenvroeg Dans met mij de hele nacht Wie weet wat ik nog meer verzin Voor een nieuwe dag begint Zeg ik beslist nog wel 'Ik hou van jou'
Kijk het is al middernacht Men heeft vergeefs op jou gewacht Maar je kust me, en je lacht Liefste jij maakt me geen verwijt En je toont niet de minste spijt Morgen heb je nog al de tijd
Dans met mij tot morgenvroeg Dans met mij de hele nacht Kom neem m'n hand en dans met mij Neem de tijd en voel je vrij Wees gelukkig tot de morgendauw
Dans met mij tot morgenvroeg Dans met mij de hele nacht Wie weet wat ik nog meer verzin Voor een nieuwe dag begint Zeg ik beslist nog wel 'Ik hou van jou'
Louie, Go Home Composer(s): Paul Revere - Mark Lindsay First release by: Paul Revere & The Raiders - 1964
Hah, when I left my wife & child (Louie go back home) And my, oh my car jumps & it's about to drive me wild (Louie go back home) Ah a little voice inside my head goes on & on (Louie go back home) Says Louie Louie Louie, you'd better go back h-home
Hah hah, I thought I'd make it above myself (Louie go back home) But my baby has got my heart locked on the shed (Louie go back home) Well hah, I can still hear my baby moan (Louie go back home) Oh Louie Louie, you'd better come back a-home
A-better go back home (Louie go back home) Better go back home (Louie go back home) I'd better go home, better go back home, mmm hmm
Home, ho-home, ho-ho-home, better go back Home, ho-home, ho-ho-hmm mmm mmm hmm Home, ho-home, ho-ho-home, better go back home Just a little bit softer I'm goin' home a-to my baby Yeah, 'cause you know that she loves you, daddy, like crazy I miss her so much, tell you what I'm gonna do Gonna buy you a monkey & a new dog too, yeah Because I've got to get home now to my baby Just a little bit louder now, oh just a little bit louder
Hah go back home (Louie go back home) I'd better better better go on home (Louie go back home) Oh go home, better go back home Now Louie, where you been?
Arianne Composer(s): Martin Charnin - Christian Roudey Performer(s): The Neville Brothers; Johnny Mathis
Arianne's an April morning That comes rippling through my window She's the smell of coffee brewing On a quiet rainy Sunday And the purring of a kitten That has made my neck A pillow for it's head
Arianne's the silly music That my father used to whistle She's the new leaf on the fern That I had given up last winter And what writer's have to feel like When they suddenly discover They've been read
Arianne is mama's crystal Bread that's nearly finished baking And the rainbow in a puddle And the happiest of birthdays Then the going off on Friday And the coming back on Monday With a tan
Arianne is made of feelings So I milk her of her kisses And I swallow up her breathing And I taste her where she loves me And I'm filled to over flowing But there's always room for more of Arianne
Arianne is mama's crystal Bread that's nearly finished baking And the rainbow in a puddle And the happiest of birthdays Then the going off on Friday And the coming back on Monday With a tan
Arianne is made of feelings So I milk her of her kisses And I swallow up her breathing And I taste her where she loves me And I'm filled to over flowing But there's always room for more of Arianne
Lotta Lovin' Composer(s): Bernice Bedwell First release by: Gene Vincent and His Blue Caps - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Well I wanna-wanna lotta-lotta lovin' Well I wanna-wanna lotta-lotta huggin' So baby can't you see that you were meant for me I want your lovin', yes-a-ree
Well I wanna-wanna lotta-lotta huggin' Well I wanna-wanna lotta-lotta kissin' So baby please proceed to get the love I need I want your lovin' yes indeed
Well, I want you, I love you, I need you so much Why don't you give out with that magic touch You send me, you thrill me, baby you're so fine I want your lovin' baby all the time
Well I wanna-wanna lotta-lotta lovin' Well I wanna-wanna lotta-lotta kissin' So baby don't forget I gonna get you yet I want your lovin', aw you bet (Rock)
Well, I want you, I love you, I need you so much Why don't you give out with that magic touch You send me, you thrill me, baby you're so fine I want your lovin' baby all the time
Well I wanna-wanna lotta-lotta lovin' Well I wanna-wanna lotta-lotta huggin' So baby don't forget I gonna get you yet I want your lovin', aw you bet (Rock)
Well I wanna-wanna lotta lovin' Well I wanna-wanna lotta huggin' So baby don't forget I gonna get you yet I want your lovin', aw you bet Well,I need your lovin', aw you bet Well, I want your lovin', aw you bet Well,I need your lovin', aw you bet Well, I want your lovin', aw you bet
Lotta Love Composer(s): Neil Young First release by: Neil Young - 1978 Covered by multiple other artists
La La La La La La La La La Ooh, Ooh
It's gonna take a lotta love To change the way things are It's gonna take a lotta love Or we won't get too far So if you look in my direction And we don't see eye to eye My heart needs protection and so do I
It's gonna take a lotta love To get us thru the night It's gonna take a lotta love To make things work out right So if you are out there waitin' I hope you show up soon 'Cause my heart needs relaxing not solitude
Gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love La La La La La La La La La Ooh, Ooh
It's gonna take a lotta love To change the way things are It's gonna take a lotta love Or we won't get too far It's gonna take a lotta love To change the way things are It's gonna take a lotta love Or we won't get too far Or we won't get too far (Repeat) ...
Ariel Composer(s): Dean Friedman Performer(s): Dean Friedman
Way on the other side of the Hudson Deep in the bosom of suburbia I met a young girl she sang mighty fine Tears on my pillow and Ave Maria Standing by the water fall in Paramus Park She was working for the friends of Bai She was collecting quarters in a paper cup She was looking for change and so was I
She was a Jewish girl I fell in love with her She wrote her number on the back of my hand I called her up, I was all out of breath I said, "Come hear me play in my rock and roll band" I took a shower and I put on my best blue jeans I picked her up in my new V double U van She wore a peasant blouse with nothing underneath I said "Hi" She said, "yeah, I guess I am" Ariel, Ariel
We had a little time, we were real hungry We went to Dairy Queen for something to eat She had some onion rings, she had a pickle She forgot to tell me how she didn't eat meat I had a gig in the American Legion hall It was a dance for the Volunteer Ambulance Corps She was sitting in a corner against the wall She would smile and I melted all over the floor Ariel, Ariel
I took her home with me, we watched some TV Annette Funicello and some guy going steady I started fooling around with the verticle hold We got the munchies so I made some spaghetti We sat and we talked into the night While channel 2 was signing off the air I found the softness of her mouth We made love, the bombs bursting in air Ariel, Ariel Ariel, Ariel
Way on the other side of the Hudson Deep in the bosom of suburbia I met a young girl She sang mighty fine Tears on my pillow and Ave Maria
Tears on my pillow and Ave Maria Tears on my pillow and Ave Maria
Lots Of Luck Composer(s): Eddie Miller Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
My heart will break as I watch you go But your kind of love is hard to hold It seems you and I are losing touch So I'll wish you love And honey lots of luck
Well lots of luck and a big goodbye And you can't say I didn't try It well could be that I tried too much And that's why you're leavin But honey lots of luck
Ah Leon
Now you want love and a big gold mine Well that combination is hard to find Cause money don't always walk with luck But you can go looking And honey lots of luck
Well lots of luck and a big goodbye And you can't say I didn't try It well could be that I tried too much And that's why you're leavin But honey lots of luck
Look At Me Composer(s): Buddy Holly - Norman Petty - Jerry Allison First release by: Buddy Holly - 1958
Hey-hey, look at me and tell me... what's gonna happen to you? When you've broken too many people's hearts and can't find anyone new?
Say-say look at me and tell me.. about that twinkle in your eye Is the twinkle in your eye meant for me or meant for some other guy?
Look at me from now on..know the love we share Look at me from now on..let me know you care..are..are
Hey-hey look at me and tell me what's gonna happen to you? When you've spoken sweet words of love to me and I want to marry you?
Look at me from now on..know the love we share. Look at me from now on..let me know you care..are..are
Hey-hey, look at me and tell me.. what's gonna happen to you? When you've broken too many people's hearts and can't find anyone new? and can't find anyone new? and can't find anyone new?
L'Ostendaise ((English Version: Girl in an Armchair (by Amanda McBroom)) Composer(s): Gérard Jouannest - Jacques Brel Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Une Ostendaise Pleure sur sa chaise Le chat soupèse Son poids d'amour Dans le silence Son chagrin danse Et les vieux pensent Chacun son tour À la cuisine Quelques voisines Parlent de Chine Et d'un retour À Singapore Une Javanaise Devient belle-sur De l'Ostendaise
Il y a deux sortes de temps Il y a le temps qui attend Et le temps qui espère Il y a deux sortes de gens Il y a les vivants Et ceux qui sont en mer
Notre Ostendaise Que rien n'abaise De chaise en chaise Va sa blessure Quelques commères Quelques compères Battent le fer De sa blessure Son capitaine Sous sa bedaine De bière pleine Bat le tambour Homme de devoir Homme d'étoiles Il prend l'escale Pour un détour
Il y a deux sortes de temps Il y a le temps qui attend Et le temps qui espère Il y a deux sortes de gens Il y a les vivants Et ceux qui sont en mer
Notre Ostendaise Au temps des fraises Devient maîtresse D'un pharmacien Son capitaine Mort sous bedaine Joue les baleines Les sous-marins Pourquoi ma douce Moi le faux mousse Que le temps pousse T'écrire de loin C'est que je t'aime Et tant je t'aime Qu'ai peur ma reine D'un pharmacien
Il y a deux sortes de temps Il y a le temps qui attend Et le temps qui espère Il y a deux sortes de gens Il y a les vivants Et moi je suis en mer
Sail away, sail away my little boy Let the wind fill your heart with light and joy Sail away my little boy
Let the rain wash away your cloudy days Sail away into a dream Let the wind send you a fantasy Of the ancient silver sea
Now you see that only dreams Can send you where you want to be Now you find those faces Are not holding places Where you thought they'd be And later as you go again You will agree That it was all a dream
Sail away, sail away my little boy Let the wind fill your heart with light and joy Sail away my little boy
Lost Weekend Composer(s): Wall of Voodoo Performer(s): Wall of Voodoo
Drivin' outta Vegas in their automobile She was in the back seat while he was at the wheel With the windows wide open
All the money from the store, they'd gambled away He said "the best laid plans often go astray"
She took the page of a book and turned it down She lit a cigarette, she didn't make a sound
"And I know, if we'd had just one more chance," he said "I know, we'd finally hit the big one at last", she said
(Instead of) another lost weekend Lost weekend Another lost weekend Lost weekend
"Pull over soon," she said, "it's no big deal You can take any exit that you happen to feel Is the right one" The right one
As she slowly blew her smoke out the rear wind vent She thought back on all the letters she'd sent For a contest to be on a quiz game show
"Maybe I shoulda stayed in school," he said "Yeah, I knowstart your own business cleanin' swimming pools," she said
(Instead of) another lost weekend Lost weekend Another lost weekend Lost weekend
(Instead of) another lost weekend Lost weekend Another lost weekend Lost weekend
She leaned over the front seat and twiddled with the radio dial She looked out the window, saw a sign, and both of them began to smile "There's a place we can stay at ... it's up another mile"
Marble Breaks And Iron Bends
Performer(s): Drafi Deutscher - 1966
Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - Marmor, Stein Und Eisen Bricht (by Drafi Deutscher)
1965 - Marmer, Staal En Steen Vergaan (by Trea Dobbs)
If the sun doesn't always shine Dum dum dum dum just remember that you are mine Dum dum dum dum
Marble breaks and iron bends But our love will never end
After all is said and done You're the only one
Should I ever be far away Dum dum dum dum My love is with you night and day Dum dum dum dum
Marble breaks and iron bends But our love will never end
Marble breaks and iron bends But our love will never end
Til I give you a band of gold Dum dum dum dum Take my heart now to have and hold Dum dum dum dum
Marble breaks and iron bends But our love will never end
Marble breaks and iron bends But our love will never end
Marble breaks and iron bends But our love will never end
Marble breaks and iron bends But our love will never end
Two-sided through four sides We slide Are we up, are we down? Twirling round and round Spectral spaces found Leaves enjoy their autumn Do you like the fall? Suppose yourself above it all In our self-made worlds
Well, I met her when an old established Twining friendship failed You'd think by now It would be right, that I'm not nailed To some obscure note That runs along a board In our self-made worlds Do we rote
Changes into harmony Revolutions oiled to that symphony
Always True To You In My Fashion Composer(s): Cole Porter First performance/First recording/First release by: Lisa Kirk - 1948/1949/1949 Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, Bill Why can't you behave Why can't you behave? How in hell can you be jealous When you know, baby, I'm your slave? I'm just mad for you And I'll always be But naturally.....
If a custom-tailored vet Asks me out for something wet When the vet begins to pet, I cry "hooray!" But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass By the boss of Boston, Mass Though his pass is middle-class and not Backa Bay But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a madman known as Mack Who is planning to attack If his mad attack means a Cadillac, okay! But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
I've been asked to have a meal By a big tycoon in steel If the meal includes a deal, accept I may But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, Darlin' in my way
I could never curl my lip To a dazzlin' diamond clip Though the clip meant "Let 'er rip", I'd not say "Nay!" But I'm always true to to you, darlin, in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's an oil man known as "Tex" Who is keen to give me checks And his checks, I fear, mean that sex is here to stay! But I'm always true to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin' in my way
There's a wealthy Hindu priest Who's a wolf, to say the least When the priest goes too far East, I also stray But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin'in my way
There's a lush from Portland, Ore Who is rich but such a bore When the bore falls on the floor, I let him lay But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin',in my way
Mister Harris, plutocrat Wants to give my cheek a pat If the Harris pat means a Paris hat, Bébé, Oo-la-la! Mais je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my fashion Oui, je suis toujours fidele, darlin', in my way
From Ohio, Mister Thorne Calls me up from night 'til morn Mister Thorne once corner'd corn and that ain't hay But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
From Milwaukee, Mister Fritz Often moves me to the Ritz Mister Fritz is full of Schlitz and full of play But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
Mister Gable, I mean Clark Wants me on his boat to park If the Gable boat means a sable coat, anchors aweigh! But I'm always true to to you, darlin', in my fashion Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
