Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Let's Be Buddies Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Ethel Merman & Joan Carroll and multiple other artists
Hattie (Ethel Merman): I get awful gloomy Jerry (Joan Carroll): You mean, ver gloomy
Hattie: Very gloomy, now and then, in this town 'Cause it's always so hard To find a real pard Who'll play in your yard When you're down But since the talk, you and me I mean, you and I have had I've got a good friend, I see
Jerry: Well, I'm not so very bad
Hattie: What say, let's be buddies What say, let's be pals What say, let's be buddies And keep up each other's morales I may never shout it But many's the time I'm blue What say, how's about it Can't I be a buddy to you?
Jerry: Yes, with certain reservations Hattie: Will you try your best to go for this moll? Jerry: Hattie, what are you talking about? Hattie: If you do, I'll buy a new dress for your doll Jerry: But please let me pick it out Hattie: And I'll take you to hear the big cathedral bells Jerry: Oh, I hate those noisy old chimes Hattie: Well, instead then we'll go to see Gone With The Wind Jerry: But I've already seen it four times Hattie: Would you like a big box of chocolate creams? Jerry: No, for candy I never did care Hattie: Then will you let me get you a cute little dog? Jerry: Would you mind making it a bear? Hattie: Say, Jerry, old kid, you're a tough proposition Are you sure your lid is in a healthy condition? Are you feelin' good, Jerry? Jerry: What me? Why, very. Hattie: Well, whether you are or not.....
If you're on the town If you're on your own Well, I'm sort of down And sick of being alone Do you ever spend your evenings with the blues? 'Cause if you do my friend We're both in the same shoes
Bring It On Home To Me Danish & French Titles: Kom Hjem Til Mig Igen; Reviens Donc Chez Nous Composer(s): Sam Cooke Originally performed by: Sam Cooke Covered by various other artists
If you ever change your mind About leavin', leavin' me behind Oh, oh, bring it to me Bring your sweet lovin' Bring it on home to me, oh yeah
You know I laughed (ha ha) when you left But now I know I've only hurt myself Oh, oh, bring it to me Bring your sweet lovin' Bring it on home to me, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
I'll give you jewellery, money too And that's not all, all I'll do for you Oh, oh, bring it to me Bring your sweet lovin' Bring it on home to me, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Yeah
You know I'll always be your slave Till I'm dead and buried in my grave Oh, oh, bring it to me Bring your sweet lovin' Bring it on home to me, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
If you ever change your mind About leavin', leavin' me behind Oh, oh, bring it to me Bring your sweet lovin' Bring it on home to me, yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)
L'étrangère Composer(s): Louis Aragon - Léo Ferré Performer(s): Yves Montand
Il existe près des écluses un bas quartier de bohémiens Dont la belle jeunesse s'use à démêler le tien du mien En bande on s'y rend en voiture ordinairement au mos d'août Ils disent la bonne aventure, pour des piments et du vin doux on passe la nuit claire à boire, on danse en frappant dans ses mains on n'a pas le temps de le croire, il fait grand jour et c'est demain On revient d'une seule traite, gais, sans un sou, vaguement gris Avec des fleurs plein les charrettes, son destin dans la paume écrit J'ai pris la main d'une éphémère, qui m'a suivi dans ma maison Elle avait des yeux d'outremer, elle en montrait la déraison Elle avait la marche légère, et de longues jambes de faon J'aimais déjà les étrangères quand j'étais un petit enfant! Celle-ci parla vite vite de l'odeur des magnolias Sa robe tomba tout de suite quand ma hâte la délia En ce temps là, j'étais crédule, un mot m'était promission Et je prenais les campanules pour des fleurs de la passion.. Quand c'est fini tout recommence, toute musique me séduit Et la plus banale romance m'est éternelle poésie.. Nous avons joué de notre âme, un long jour, une courte nuit Puis au matin: "bonsoir madame", l'amour s'achève avec la pluie
Bring It On Home Composer(s): Willie Dixon Originally performed by: Sonny Boy Williamson Covered by various other artists
Baby, baby I'm gonna bring it on home to you
I done bought my ticket, I got my load Conductor done hollered, "All, aboard" Take my seat and ride way back, and watch this train move down the track
Baby, baby I'm gonna bring it on home to you
I think about the good times I once have had Soul got happy now, my heart got glad I think about the way you love me too You can bet your life, I'm comin' home to you
I'm goin' home I'm gonna bring it on home, now I'm gonna bring it on home, now I'm gonna bring it on home, now Gonna bring it on home bring it on home to you
L'étrangère ((Greek Version: O Dikastis (by Mikos Theodorakis)) Composer(s): Mikos Theodorakis - M. Eleftheriou - Pierre Delanoë - Performer(s): Melina Mercouri
Le rire des bourreaux est noir L'innocent chante son espoir Et l'adieu sur le quai d'un port oh oh oh oh Avec la vie, avec la vie Porte la mort Monsieur le Juge porte la loi Et la prison au bout des doigts Moi l'étrangère universelle oh oh oh oh Je porte le deuil de mon ciel Moi l'étrangère universelle oh oh oh oh Je porte le deuil de mon ciel
L'amour porte en lui le bonheur Ou le chagrin selon les heures Et la justice qui punit oh oh oh oh Avec la Mort, avec la Mort Porte la Vie Et la colombe va s'envoler Sous le nez du serpent volé Moi l'étrangère universelle oh oh oh oh Je porte le deuil de mon ciel Moi l'étrangère universelle oh oh oh oh Je porte le deuil de mon ciel
Bring Him Home Composer(s): Herbert Kretzmer; Claude-Michel Schönberg Performer(s): Dennis De Young
God on High, hear my prayer In my need, you have always been there He is young, hes afraid, let him rest Heaven blessed, bring Him Home Bring Him Home, bring Him Home
Hes like the son I might have known If God had granted me son The summers die one by one How soon they fly on and on And I am old and will be gone
Bring him peace, bring him joy He is young, he is only a boy
You can take, you can give Let him be, please let him live
For if I die, let me die Please let him live, bring Him Home Bring Him Home ...
Bring Flowers Of The Rarest (aka Queen Of The May) (Traditional) Performer(s): Phil Coulter
Bring flow'rs of the fairest Bring flow'rs of the rarest From garden and woodland And hillside and vale Our full hearts are swelling Our Glad voices telling The praise of the loveliest Rose of the vale
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May
Our voices ascending In harmony blending Oh! Thus may our hearts turn Dear Mother, to thee Oh! Thus shall we prove thee How truly we love thee How dark without Mary Life's journey would be
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May
O Virgin most tender Our homage we render Thy love and protection Sweet Mother, to win In danger defend us In sorrow befriend us And shield our hearts From contagion and sin
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May
Of Mothers the dearest Oh, wilt thou be nearest When life with temptation Is darkly replete? Forsake us, O never! Our hearts be they ever As Pure as the lilies We lay at thy feet
O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May O Mary! we crown thee with blossoms today Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May
Camminavo sola tra i rumori della gente nel cielo di mattina mi perdevo nella mente ed i suoi movimenti tra i miei ripensamenti I dubbi, le incertezze, le inevitabili sconfitte i sogni e le speranze che non trovano risposte la vita è una ricerca e non è mai la stessa ed osservavo le espressioni e i gesti di un bambino e una ragazza triste oggi lui non è vicino la volontà di un vecchio che continua il suo cammino e sento che, mi accorgo che, che L'amore non si ferma mai perché lui muove il mondo è un'onda inarrestabile, dentro di noi la sola possibilità, l'eterno movimento è la risposta che non c'è l'amore... l'amore... Vive dentro noi Ascolto la città, ne respiro l'energia il traffico, i negozi e la sottile frenesia del suo continuo andare nel lento divenire e all'improvviso lui l'amore sfiora l'anima ed io mi sento viva ora sono libera e sono qui tra la gente che ama come me e sento che, mi accorgo che, che L'amore non si ferma mai, perché lui muove il mondo Un'onda inarrestabile, dentro di noi la sola possibilità, l'eterno movimento è la risposta che non c'è l'amore... l'amore... Vive dentro di noi L'amore non si ferma mai, l'eterno movimento è la risposta che non c'è l'amore... l'amore... Vive dentro di noi
Bring 'Em Down Composer(s): Trevor Lucas Performer(s): Fairport Convention
Time stood dark and silent and the stars they gave no light I wandered in an endless dream, haunted by the night I saw four ghostly riders, the horses in a line Each in turn did point at me and say 'I'm on full rein' We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees The air about you is burning and the sea below does drown And the legacy you leave your spawn will surely bring 'em down Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down
Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down A curse upon you men of war, with gun or pen in hand The power sought, or won or bought, the castles made of sand You always have good reason to take more than you need Your hearts are full of paper and your minds are full of greed Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down What is deeper than the ocean, colder than the grave Stronger than your armies all and braver than the brave? Those who know and knowing, O, will sow on fertile ground Those who don't and never would are those you will go down Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down Bring 'em down, bring 'em down, bring 'em down
L'été Indien ((Adapted from: Africa (by Albatros) - 1975)) ((Danish Version: Efterårsløv (by Peter Belli) - 1978)) Composer(s): Toto Cutugno - Pasquale Losito - Vito Pallavicini - Claude Lemesle - Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Joe Dassin - 1975 and multiple other artists
Tu sais, je n'ai jamais été aussi heureux que ce matin-là Nous marchions sur une plage un peu comme celle-ci C'était l'automne, un automne où il faisait beau Une saison qui n'existe que dans le Nord de l'Amérique Là-bas on l'appelle l'été indien Mais c'était tout simplement le nôtre Avec ta robe longue tu ressemblais A une aquarelle de Marie Laurencin Et je me souviens, je me souviens très bien De ce que je t'ai dit ce matin-là Il y a un an, y a un siècle, y a une éternité
On ira où tu voudras, quand tu voudras Et on s'aimera encore, lorsque l'amour sera mort Toute la vie sera pareille à ce matin Aux couleurs de l'été indien
Aujourd'hui je suis très loin de ce matin d'automne Mais c'est comme si j'y étais. Je pense à toi. Où es-tu? Que fais-tu? Est-ce que j'existe encore pour toi? Je regarde cette vague qui n'atteindra jamais la dune Tu vois, comme elle je reviens en arrière Comme elle je me couche sur le sable Et je me souviens, je me souviens des marées hautes Du soleil et du bonheur qui passaient sur la mer Il y a une éternité, un siècle, il y a un an
On ira où tu voudras, quand tu voudras Et on s'aimera encore lorsque l'amour sera mort Toute la vie sera pareille à ce matin Aux couleurs de l'été indien
Bring Back Those Wonderful Days Composer(s): Darl Mac Boyle; Nat Vincent Performer(s): Bert Williams
You've heard of the lamp of Aladdin what wonderful things it could do if I had it today I'd rub it and say here's all that I want of you Oh won't you
That wonderful lamp of the fable brought jewels and treasures galore if Aladdin lived now I feel that somehow these are the things he'd ask for Oh won't you
Bring back those happy days of childhood won't you bring back the lane down in the wildwood that would lead us to the dear old swimming pool everytime that we played hooky on the way to school oh, bring back the simple girls in gingham won't you bring back the good old songs and sing 'em what a joy 't would be both for you and me could we bring back those wonderful days
Bring back the dinners for a quarter won't you bring back the milk without the water and the great big thick and tender juicy steaks long before our limit was a tack of victr'y cakes oh, bring back the eggs at ten a dozen won't you bring back the bread that wheat once was in you can laugh and joke but we're all dead broke won't you bring back those wonderful days
Bring back the pantomimes of Hanlon won't you bring back the lullabies of Scanlon and the friends who always take you out and treat and the janitors who used to give us lots of heat oh, bring back the days before the "Gimmies" won't you bring back the dance without the "Shimmies" drinking ginger ale makes us weak and pale won't you bring back those wonderful days
Africa Composer(s): Toto Cutugno - Pasquale Losito - Vito Pallavicini First release by: Albatros - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1975 - L'été Indien (by Joe Dassin) 1978 - Efterårsløv (by Peter Belli)
You know I never realized That a world so incredibly far away As Africa Could be so close to me Look where we are right now On this beautiful little piece of grass Suffocated by a sea of cement Oppressed by all the traffic Look at the people Running, shouting Like they have all gone mad You know I think I just might go back to Africa You can joke But you can never compare This noisy artificial world With the natural Sounds of Africa. A time strange, mysterious Weird almost unreal Looking to the sky And raising your arms You can almost caress it And you feel inside To the will to live Your skin burned And you feel a man More man More sincere You know I think I might just go back to Africa
Bring Back The Sunshine Again Composer(s): Joseph Kendrick Coons
I never knew why a rosebud fades When the world from the sunlight grows dim I never knew that the dew was tears Caused by the memries of what might have been Your smile was the sunshine that gave me life and your kiss was my heaven so blue My tears are falling and my soul is calling for life to me dear means just you
I tell the stars above ev'ry night above Just to guide you and keep you from tears Night breezes in sympathy sigh too When ever your lovely vision appears I've tried hard to teach my heart to forget but my efforts have been all in vain Still I keep saying and I'm always praying that some day we may meet again
Bring back the beautiful sunshine, the sunshine will bring back the flow'rs Song birds will come at your calling and Paradise will be ours Love like a beggar comes pleading and pleading should not be in vain So won't you come back like the birds in the springtime and bring back the sunshine again
Let Yourself Go Composer(s): Irving Berlin Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers and multiple other artists
As you listen to the band, don't you get a bubble? As you listen to them play, don't you get a glow? If you step out on the floor, you'll forget your trouble If you start into your dance, you'll forget your woe, so...
Come! Get together Let the dance floor feel your leather Step as lightly as a feather Let yourself go
Come! Hit the timber Loosen up and start to limber Can't you hear that hot marimba? Let yourself go
Let yourself go Relax and let yourself go, relax You've got yourself tied up in a knot The night is cold, but the music's hot, so...
Come! Cuddle closer Don't you dare to answer, "No sir" Butcher, baker, clerk and grocer Let yourself go
Bring Back My Yesterday Composer(s): Bob Relf; Barry White Performer(s): Barry White
What am I supposed to do now? You're going I, I know you're going You, you, you, you're leaving me baby I know I can tell What did I do? What did I say? Why are you doing this? Baby, I love you and my life is nothing without you before, we were so happy together So much together so... Mmm I'm not lyin' I'm, I, I'm totally messed up Baby, I'm so damned mixed up I, I just can't figure out what went wrong Won't you, give us a chance? Won't you, think it over? Baby, please won't you change your mind?
Yesterday, I felt so good inside The joy you gave The love me made Fulfilled my life Today, I'm alone Without you dear There's no life here I can't go on
You're all that I I'm thinking of I just can't forget The way it was Happy times were yours and mine Now misery is all I see Don't let it be Oh, darling please
Bring back my yesterday Bring back the love you took away Bring back my yesterday Bring back the love you took away
I'd give the world And all I own For one moment That we have known It's strange How you changed Yet, I've remained In love with you I still feel the same
Bring back my yesterday Bring back the love you took away Yeah
Bring back my yesterday Bring back the love you took away
Let Your Yeah Be Yeah Composer(s): Jimmy Cliff First release by: The Pioneers - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
You keep telling me yes But you don´t mean it You keep telling me no And try to lean it You´re giving me buts and maybe You know this will drive me crazy Why can´t you tell it like it is
Let your yeah be yeah and your no be no, now Let your yeah be yeah and your no be no, now Becuse I´m on my guard and I´m watching you from head to toe You better let your yeah be yeah and your no be no
You wear a plastic smile I know by you eyes You speak with indefinite style You´re telling me lies You´ve got to face reality What is wrong with you and me Why can´t you free your honesty
Let your yeah be yeah and your no be no, now Let your yeah be yeah and your no be no, now Becuse I´m on my guard and I´m watching you from head to toe You better let your yeah be yeah and your no be no
Bring A Little Lovin' Composer(s): Harry Vanda; George Young Performer(s): Los Bravos; The Easybeats
I know that it's ten and you're stayin' in La la la la la la la la la And you're stayin' home and I'm all alone La la la la la la la la la Wont you won't you won't you Bring a little water bring a little wine Bring a little lovin' I feel fine Know that you want to I know that you do Come in here and love with me If I enduring brain but it's all the same La la la la la la la la la I'm payin' for this call and I don't mine at all La la la la la la la la la Wont you won't you won't you Bring a little water bring a little wine Bring a little lovin' I feel fine Know that you want to I know that you do Come in here and love with me Wont you won't you won't you Bring a little water bring a little wine ...
Let Your Love Flow ((Dutch Version: Laat Je Hart Slaan (by Mama's Jasje) - 2007)) Composer(s): Larry Williams First release by: Gene Cotton - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
There's a reason for the sunshine day There's a reason why I'm feelin' so high Must be the season When that love light shines all around us
So let that feeling grab you deep inside And send you reeling where your love can't hide And then go stealing throught the summer nights With your lover
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show And you'll know what I mean, it's the season
Let your love fly like a bird on the wing And let your love bind you to all living things And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean That's the reason
There's a reason for the warm sweet nights There's a reason for the candle lights Must be the season when those love rites shine All around us
So let the wonder take you into space And lay you under its loving embrace Feel the thunder as it warms your face You can't hold back
Just let your love flow like a mountain stream And let your love grow with the smallest of dreams And let your love show and you'll know what I mean It's the season
Let your love fly like a bird on the wing And let your love bind you to all living things And let your love shine and you'll know what I mean That's the reason
No lo vieron a Molina Que no pisa más el bar Dónde está la Gran Muñeca Que no trilla el bulevar Esta noche es de recuerdos Este brindis por Pierrot Volverás Mario Benítez Con tu Línea Maginot
Qué será de los porteños Ocupando el Liberaij Qué dirá La Nueva Ola Empapada de champán Esta noche es de recuerdos Este brindis por La Unión Ahí está Martíncorena Escuchando esta canción
Me voy Como se han ido tantos Que el recuerdo disfrazó de santos Y su estampa se ha vuelto ilusión Descubro El dejo de amargura Que ni la mejor partitura Le pudo marcar a mi voz
Se van Como se han ido tantos Carnaval les regaló su manto Y su estampa se ha vuelto canción Se han ido Soplando candilejas Esta noche no tengo ni quejas Sin embargo el que llora soy yo
No se acuerdan de la Bruta Con Pianito en su lugar No me olvido más del Ñato Imitando a Dogomar Esta noche es de recuerdos Este brindis por Pierrot Quedan pocos Sabaleros Aguantando el mostrador
Te estoy viendo a vos Benítez En las páginas del Ring Ni que hablar de un Picho López Recostado en un casín Esta noche es de recuerdos Este brindis por Zelmar No lo vieron a Molina Que no pisa más el bar
Me voy Me voy me vivo yendo Esta noche me hizo vista el tiempo En las copas me dieron changüí Me llevo Como un capricho burdo La esperanza escondida en el zurdo Que el Diablo se apiade de mí
Se van Se van se siguen yendo Cuesta abajo los sacude el viento Como hojas de un sueño otoñal Levanto Mi vaso por las dudas A veces la suerte me ayuda Nadie golpea al zaguán
Oigan al payaso que canta Cuántas penas en su garganta Junto a su copa de licor Solo Esta noche no tengo ni tumba Sin embargo el que canta soy yo
Miren al Pierrot callejero De la noche fiel compañero En su mejilla un lagrimón Brilla Le ha tocado pasarse la vida A solas con su corazón
Recitado: "Te largan a la cancha sin preguntarte si querés entrar Por si fuera poco, de golero; toda una vida tapando agujeros Y si en una de esas salís bueno, se tiran al suelo y te cobran penal"
Oigan al payaso que canta Cuántas penas en su garganta Junto a su copa de licor Solo Esta noche no luce su ropa Sin embargo le llaman Pierrot
Miren al Pierrot callejero...
Recitado final improvisado por el "Canario" Luna: "¿No sentiste, Viruta a los muchachos? Dicen que ando solo, qué saben ellos... Ellos no saben que siempre al lado mío está el niño Calatrava, Raviol, que se nos fue hace poco A solas sí... a solas pero viviendo la vida, gozándola..."
