Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Atmospherics: Listen to the Radio Composer(s): Peter Gabriel - Tom Robinson First release by: Tom Robinson - 1984
Leave the bureau in the snow Catch a tram to Onkel PO Early evening ring around the moon Slip in by the concierge By the bikes and up the stairs
Snap the latch and creep into the room You throw off your coat, pick up the post And put a coffee on Lie down on the bed, lay back your head And smoke a cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio In the city late tonight Double feature, black and white "Bitter Tears" and "Taxi to the Klo" Find a bar, avoid a fight Show your papers, be polite Walking home with nowhere else to go You throw off your coat, pick up my note Put another coffee on Lie down on the bed, lay back your head And smoke a cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio Atmospherics after dark Noise and voices from the past Across the dial from Moscow to Cologne Interference in the night Thousand miles on either side Stations fading into the unknown So throw off your coat, we'll butter some toast And put a coffee on We'll lie down on the bed, lay back our heads Smoke another cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio All night long ...
Atmospherics: Listen to the Radio Composer(s): Peter Gabriel - Tom Robinson First release by: Tom Robinson - 1984
Leave the bureau in the snow Catch a tram to Onkel PO Early evening ring around the moon Slip in by the concierge By the bikes and up the stairs
Snap the latch and creep into the room You throw off your coat, pick up the post And put a coffee on Lie down on the bed, lay back your head And smoke a cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio In the city late tonight Double feature, black and white "Bitter Tears" and "Taxi to the Klo" Find a bar, avoid a fight Show your papers, be polite Walking home with nowhere else to go You throw off your coat, pick up my note Put another coffee on Lie down on the bed, lay back your head And smoke a cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio Atmospherics after dark Noise and voices from the past Across the dial from Moscow to Cologne Interference in the night Thousand miles on either side Stations fading into the unknown So throw off your coat, we'll butter some toast And put a coffee on We'll lie down on the bed, lay back our heads Smoke another cigarette
And listen to the radio Listen to the radio All night long ...
Listen To The Ocean Composer(s): Nina Möller - Frederik Von Pallandt Performer(s): Nina & Frederik
There's a world of sun and sand Full of sky and far from land Where evening breezes caress the shore Like a gentle comforting hand
Fragrant blossoms, honey bees Careless laughter upon the breeze And lovers fading to pools of deep Purple shadows among the trees
Listen to the ocean, echoes of a million seashells Forever it's in motion Moving to a rhythmic and unwritten music That's played eternally
The sound of a seagull's distant cry His wings like parentheses drawn in the sky And two white birds clinging like foam To the crest of a wave rolling by
The silence of noon, the clamour of night The heat of the day when the fish won't bite These are the things that remind me of The day you sailed out of sight
Listen to the ocean, echoes of a million seashells Forever it's in motion Moving to a rhythmic and unwritten music That's played eternally
Madre Composer(s): José Luis Armenteros Performer(s): Raphael
Madre, cuando estas a mi lado Ya no soy desgraciado ni le temo al dolor En el silencio de tu muda plegaria Se que a dios vas pidiendo para mi lo mejor
Madre, cuanto me has enseñado Cuanto me has perdonado con divina bondad Sin que yo hablara descubrias mis penas Y al mirarme a la cara me llenabas de paz
Tu sonriendo, tu perdonando, tu comprendiendo Lograras que siempre guarde dentro de mi alma La fe tan grande que me das
¡Ay! madre cuando estas a mi lado Ya no soy desgraciado ni le temo al dolor En el silencio de mi muda plegaria Yo tambien voy pidiendo par ti lo mejor
Listen To The Music Composer(s): Tom Johnston First release by: The Doobie Brothers - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Don't you feel it growin', day by day People gettin' ready for the news Some are happy, some are sad Oh, we got to let the music play What the people need Is a way to make 'em smile It ain't so hard to do if you know how Gotta get a message Get it on through Oh now mama, don't you ask me why
Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music All the time
Well I know, you know better Everything I say Meet me in the country for a day We'll be happy And we'll dance Oh, we're gonna dance our blues away And if I'm feelin' good to you And you're feelin' good to me There ain't nothin' we can't do or say Feelin' good, feeling fine Oh, baby, let the music play
Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music All the time
Like a lazy flowing river Surrounding castles in the sky And the crowd is growing bigger List'nin' for the happy sounds And I got to let them fly
Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music Oh, oh, listen to the music All the time
Madones Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Sur la ligne exacte, entre clair-obscur A l'heure immédiate, du passé futur Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne
A cette heure précise souffle le désir Ne me dites rien, encore, laissez-le venir Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne Je file la beauté disparue et son pas qui résonne
J'ai voyagé si loin pour me voir en dedans Gagner du temps Pourrais-je encore partir sans penser à m'enfuir M'anéantir Danser avec ma mort sur une place vide Et donner au plaisir le parfum du suicide Alors ne pleurez plus, madones Je n'attends pas qu'on me pardonne
Le soleil éclate entre rouge et noir Pour le dernier acte, au bord du trottoir Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne Le soir passé, la nuit tendue, quelque chose déconne
Cassure immédiate, entre clair-obscur Sur la ligne exacte de ma déchirure Entre chien et loup, le premier impact Ne me dites rien, encore, laissez-les se battre Se battre dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne Passé la limite absolue, la police abandonne
Je suis allé très loin pour me voir en dedans Gagner du temps Pourrais-je encore partir sans penser à m'enfuir M'anéantir Danser avec ma mort sur une place vide Et donner au plaisir le parfum du suicide Alors ne pleurez plus, madones Je n'attends pas qu'on me pardonne Surtout ne pleurez pas, madones Je n'attends plus qu'on me pardonne
Je marche dans une ville inconnue surveillée par personne Je lis sur l'asphalte des rues le secret des madones Un soir et quelques heures encore à tirer sur l'exil Filer la beauté disparue qui ne tient qu'à un fil Le dernier soir, la dernière nuit, pour savoir qu'elle existe Et donner à l'ange déchu le goût du sacrifice
Listen To The Love Performer(s): Noel Paul Stookey
If you ask me what I want I'd say yes I want it too And if you ask me what I think I'd say yes I think I dooo But some will say here Some will say there Some will sell you tickets to a show Some will say now Some will say then Some will say stay when you know you have to go
Listen to the Love in your heart Don't you realize you're a special part You can sing along from the start If you listen to the Love in your heart
You can bring your horse to water But he may not drink You can give a man a book But you cannot make him think Some will say do Some will say don't Some will put their name up on a door Some will say how Some will say why Some will never get their feet up off the floor
Listen to the Love in your heart Don't you realize you're a special part You can sing along from the start If you listen to the Love in your heart
Madona
((Portuguese Version: Barco Negro (by Amália Rodrigues))
Composer(s): Caco Velho - Carlos Piratininga - Marc Lanjean
Performer(s): Dalida
Vierge de la mer toi qui me tends les bras Sainte au voile d'or je crois encore en toi Toi la vierge noir aux mains ganté de lumière Dis-moi que la mère sera clémente pour moi
Les femmes du port qui guette le ciel lourd Les femmes aux voiles noir aux ailes de vautour Ont vu au ciel des morts passer sa barque frivole Dis-moi que les femmes du port Sont des folles
Madona, Madona Ramène dans le port La voile blanche de mes amours Réveille dans mon cur La foi brûlante des beaux jours Ramène dans le port La voile blanche de mes amours Réveille dans mon cur La foi brûlante des beaux jours
Ne me dite pas Qu'il est trop loin pour m'entendre Je vois son visage quand je ferme les yeux
Vierge de la mer prend garde à mon chagrin Si l'orage est plus fort que ton regard divin Au village on dira que tu n'es pas notre mère Que tu n'es que statut de bois sans mystère
Madona, pardonne
Ramène dans le port La voile blanche de mes amours Réveille dans mon cur La foi brûlante des beaux jours Ramène dans le port La voile blanche de mes amours Réveille dans mon cur La foi brûlante des beaux jours
Listen To The Lion Composer(s): Van Morrison Performer(s): Van Morrison
And all my love come down All my love come tumblin' down All my love come tumblin' down All my love come tumblin' down
Oh, listen listen To the lion Oh, listen listen listen To the lion... Inside of me Oh, oh, oh
And I shall search my soul I shall search my very soul And I shall search my very soul I shall search my very so-o-oul
For the lion For the lion For the lion For the lion... Inside of me Oh, oh, yeah
And all my tears have flown All my tears like water flown And all my tears like water flown All my tears like-a water flown
For the lion For the lion For the lion For the lion... Inside of me
Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion Listen to the lion
And we sailed, and we sailed... And we sailed, and we sailed... And we sailed, and we sailed... ... sailed to Caledonia
And we sailed, and we sailed And we sailed, and we sailed, and we sailed... Away from Denmark Way up to Caledonia Away from Denmark Way up to Caledonia
And we sailed, and we sailed, and we sailed... All around the World And we sailed..., and we sailed..., and we sailed... Looking for a brand new start
And we sailed... And we sailed, and we sailed... All around the World ... a brand new start
Looking for a brand new start Looking for a brand new start Looking for a brand new start
And we sailed, and we sailed, and we sailed... And we sailed... Away from the Golden Gate Way up to the New York City
Madison Twist Composer(s): Sam Cooke; Georges Aber Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan
Dites les copains Qu'est-ce qu'on va faire aujourd'hui? Allez au cinéma peut-être? Bah, c'est la barbe écoutez-moi alors ouais? j'ai une idée Aaaah Pour s'amuser, je connais l'endroit Ce soir, venez tous avec moi Retrouvons-nous là-bas, Johnny J'ai peu d'argent mais ça suffit Oui allons-y Johnny On a rendez-vous en piste Vous ne pouvez pas résister Dans vos deux mains vous frapperez Sur un tempo bien balancé Oh croyez-moi, ça va chauffer
Listen To My Song Composer(s): Dick Miles Performer(s): Del Reeves
Alright gang, I've wrote this smash hit Ha, ha, ha, it's not so funny Let's all sing together, it's got to be pretty, let's go
Listen to my song, well, listen to my song (Tell me if you'd like it play, I'll change it if it's wrong Listen to my music, George, see if it's alright If it's not what you've had in mind, I'll write you one tonight)
Well, I wrote a little song a few months ago My friends all said that thing oughta go So I packed my bags and I hit for Nashville town Well, I wanted to get me a big star to do it So I made me a list with a few names through it And I started out to see if Eddy Arnold was in town
Well, I come in a home way back in the den I can tell he was glad when I walked in 'Cause he broken the singin', 'Make The World Go Away' He finally listen the part of my song And then with a drawl of two, two miles long He said see Ernest Tubb, ha, ha, he lives just across the way
Listen to my song
Well, I'd see ol' Ern, he was walking the floor 'Cause just as records were sellin' lower But he put me on a take and listened to every word He said, I've been singin' since I was a kid And nothin' sounds like that song did
Ah, throw him out Billy Byrd Well, I quit myself, got back on my feet I saw Johnny Cash up in down the street And I asked him if he can use a hit or two He said, I made mon' on a Ring Of Fire
Size Luther King, playin' on his guitar So I don't care of the doo-di-dood-di I called Bill Anderson and he was at home But he said my mama sang a song I'm sorry but I hope that you understand
I saw Ralph Emery and I talked to him Along ol' Tex Ritter and WSM But they was too busy shakin' one another's hands Folly I decided that the only way A stranger in Nashville can make a little hay Is just to turn a record himself with that Nashville sound
So I borrowed me some money and that's what I did Everybody tells me, I've got a hit At least it's bubblin' under about one hundred, ha, ha And follows Alabama at the bus station
Madge Composer(s): Stephen Bishop Performer(s): Stephen Bishop
It was 1927 Had the world at my feet A pretty girl on each arm My family was so proud of me
I built a lot of buildings Tore half of 'em down One by one They all crumbled just like me
But like a storm in a teacup Like a smile sent down from heaven Madge, I loved you then And I love you now
We ate in the finest restaurants Had the wealthiest friends Most of them are gone now No one left to say, "I knew you when"
It seems so long since I've remembered The girl I used to know She never saw any of my money But she watched it come and go
Like a storm in a teacup Like a smile sent down from heaven Madge I loved you then And I love you now
They call this place "Sunnyside" But I ain't seen the sun in a long, long time And my hands don't seem too steady now But they're still holding onto you
Madge, she's probably married now In a nice white house And me I just sit here in my room Quiet as a mouse
But I got my TV turned up loud I'm not going to hear myself retreat If only I'd have kept her I'd have stayed on my feet
Like a storm in a teacup Like a smile sent down from heaven Madge I loved you then And I love you now...
Listen People Composer(s): Graham Gouldman First release by: Herman's Hermits - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Listen people to what I say I say everybody's got to have their day
And don't you know that Everybody's got to love somebody sometime Everybody's got to win a heart Everybody's got to love somebody sometime When you do, I hope you never part
I once found love, found love just like you But then he came, he might come to you
And don't you know that Everybody's got to lose somebody sometime But everybody can part Everybody's got to lose somebody sometime So take care that you don't lose your heart
Take my advice and you'll always find You'll be happy all of the time Take my advice and you will see You'll be happy as you can be
Listen people to what I say I say everybody's got to have their day
And don't you know that Everybody's got to love somebody sometime Everybody's got to win a heart Everybody's got to love somebody sometime When you do, I hope you never part You never part Listen people Listen people
Mademoiselle, attendez Vous emportez mon cur Dans votre sac à main Et si vous le gardez Vous ferez son bonheur Et plus encore le mien Est-ce l'amour, est-ce l'été Qui se promène à vos côtés
Un sourire ingénu, Noyé dans la cohue d'un aéroport Ou d'une gare de banlieue Qui devienne en ces lieux mon île au trésor Le parfum étrange D'un démon ou d'un ange Me fait tourner la tête Et le ciel s'entrouvre Soudain, je me découvre Une âme de poète Elle est si belle, que je chancelle
Mademoiselle, attendez Vous emportez mon cur Dans votre sac à main Et si vous le gardez Vous ferez son bonheur Et plus encore le mien Est-ce l'amour, est-ce l'été Qui se promène à vos côtés
Boulevard Saint Germain, Je la retrouve enfin Ou du moins, elle lui ressemble Ces cheveux sont plus blonds Peut-être un peu plus longs Mais c'est une question d'angle Elle s'attarde, elle me regarde
Mademoiselle, attendez Vous emportez mon cur Dans votre sac à main
Qui bondit hors du sac à main Qui ça? Un gros mari herculéen Ma, ma, mademoiselle, attendez J'avais cru voir mon cur Dans votre sac à main Mademoiselle, excusez Ce n'était qu'une erreur
Why Shouldn't I? Composer(s): Cole Porter First performance/First recording by: Margaret Adams - 1935/Johnny Green & His Orch. - 1935 Covered by multiple other artists
Why shouldn't I Take a chance when romance passes by? Why shouldn't I know of love? Why wait around When each age has a sage who has found That upon this earth Love is all that is really worth thinking of!
It must be fun To be sure when day is done That the hour is coming when You'll be kissed, and then You'll be kissed again!
All debutantes say it's good And every star out in far Hollywood Seems to give it a try So why shouldn't I?
All debutantes say it's good And every star out in far Hollywood Seems to give it a try So why shouldn't I?
Mademoiselle Lise Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Maurice Vidalin Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Oh, mademoiselle Lise, vous m'avez toujours intimidé Oh, mademoiselle Lise, mais ce soir je suis décidé On va danser On va danser
Regardez pas mes vieux habits, l'habit fait pas le moine On pourrait devenir amis, et et pourquoi pas? C'est vrai, vous êtes bien jolie, je suis pas formidable Mais il fait chaud et il fait nuit, et la la la Oh, mademoiselle Lise, vous prendrez bien un peu de mousseux Oh, mademoiselle Lise, ça pique et ça rend amoureux On va danser On va danser
Si jamais vos souliers de soie s'écorchent à mes godasses Z'aviez qu'à mett' des sabots de bois, et et pourquoi pas? La vraie démocratie, c'est ça, faut avoir de l'audace Y' a plus de valets, y' a plus de bourgeois et la la la Oh mademoiselle Lise, vous pouvez avoir confiance en moi Oh mademoiselle Lise, moi quand je danse, je n'pense qu'à ça On va danser On va danser
Si vot' papa, si vot' maman nous surprenaient ensemble Sûr qu'ils ne seraient pas contents, contents Savez-vous pourquoi? C'est que quand il y a de beaux jeunes gens qui s'amusent ensemble C'est pas que pour l'amicalement, c'est la la la Oh mademoiselle Lise, si je ne me retenais pas Oh mademoiselle Lise, chiche que j' vous montre un nouveau pas On va danser On va danser
C'est chic de m'avoir invité à votre mariage J'en aurai drôlement profité Savez-vous pourquoi? C'est que c'est moi le petit futé qu'a tiré sous la table Votre jarretière de la mariée, et la la la Oh mademoiselle Lise, allez, bonsoir et bonne nuit Oh mademoiselle Lise, mes compliments à votre mari On va danser On va danser
