Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Little Darlin' Composer(s): Maurice Williams First release by: The Gladiolas - 1957 Covered by multiple other artists
Little darlin', little darlin' Oh where, are you, oo oo oo oo Walla walla chipa mocka mogga Oh my lover, oh just for you, only you
My darling, I need you Darling I need you to call my own To hold your life, your little foot, your hand I knew someone would understand that Hold my hand
My dear, I would run To find without you Oo oo oo oo oo Oh, oo oo oo That my love was just for you, 'n only you
Maintenant Je Sais Composer(s): Jean-Loup Dabadie; Philip Green Performer(s): Jean Gabin
Quand j'étais gosse, haut comme trois pommes J'parlais bien fort pour être un homme J'disais, Je Sais, Je Sais, Je Sais, Je Sais
C'était l'début, c'était l'printemps Mais quand j'ai eu mes 18 ans J'ai dit, Je Sais, ça y est, cette fois Je Sais
Et aujourd'hui, les jours où je m'retourne J'regarde la terre où j'ai quand même fait les 100 pas Et je n'sais toujours pas comment elle tourne!
Vers 25 ans, j'savais tout: l'amour, les roses, la vie, les sous Tiens oui l'amour! J'en avais fait tout le tour!
Et heureusement, comme les copains, j'avais pas mangé tout mon pain Au milieu de ma vie, j'ai encore appris C'que j'ai appris, ça tient en trois, quatre mots
"Le jour où quelqu'un vous aime, il fait très beau j'peux pas mieux dire, il fait très beau!
C'est encore ce qui m'étonne dans la vie Moi qui suis à l'automne de ma vie On oublie tant de soirs de tristesse Mais jamais un matin de tendresse!
Toute ma jeunesse, j'ai voulu dire Je Sais Seulement, plus je cherchais, et puis moins j' savais
Il y a 60 coups qui ont sonné à l'horloge Je suis encore à ma fenêtre, je regarde, et j'm'interroge?
Maintenant Je Sais, Je Sais Qu'on Ne Sait Jamais!
La vie, l'amour, l'argent, les amis et les roses On ne sait jamais le bruit ni la couleur des choses C'est tout c'que j'sais! Mais ça, j'le Sais...!
Little Curly Hair In A High Chair Composer(s): Charles Tobias - Nat Simon Performer(s): Fats Waller and multiple other artists
Little curly hair in a high chair What's your order for today? Little curly hair in a high chair I'll do anything you say When you're near the room seems to brighten The sun comes streaming through you're eyes You're the reason they still keep writin' All those tender lullabies Hm__ There you go! Bangin' with your blocks Pullin' off your socks Hm__ There you go! Tryin' to make your toes Touch your baby nose Heaven's close to your chair and my chair when you smile the way you do Little curly hair in a high chair My day begins and ends with you
Maintenant Composer(s): Raymond Bravard; Jean Cazenave Performer(s): Dalida
Maintenant que tes yeux ont l'audace De me voir comme un rêve insolent Maintenant que l'amour à sa place Près de moi je t'aime plus qu'avant Délaissant toutes les comédies Sans pudeur je te dis simplement
Si l'amour doit enchaîner nos vies Maintenant que ce soit maintenant Et demain nos âmes réunis S'aimeront un peu plus chaque jour Etonné par tous ce qui nous lie L'un à l'autre en ce premier amour
Découvrant enfin ce grand mystère De tout ceux qui un jour comme nous Ont uni leurs deux vies sur la terre A jamais pour que naisse l'amour
Little Christine Composer(s): Mick Ralphs Performer(s): Mott The Hoople
The light in the bar came on The place was in a mess An hour before there'd been an awful scene Early on that day while Matt was on the phone His long time friend took a fancy to his little Christine Matt was in a state when I saw him later on Tried to cool him down but he was havin' none "I'm gonna fix him good", said Matt in a chokey way Together we know the sound of a ready gun
Well it must have been around eight When we both saw Sam's hunched back Holdin' up a boarded bar room wall Matt soon altered that as he kicked Sam to the floor Pretty soon the place was one big brawl Someone doused the lights Still the pumps blew Suddenly a voice caught in the night "Whoever comes off best can only lose my hand Leavin' now you are welcome to your fight, you can have it"
Well Matt he cocked his gun Fired towards that voice "I'd rather know you're dead" was his reply Christine breathed her last The bar was like a tomb Not a sound, except to hear Sam call
The light in the bar was on The place is in a mess An hour before there'd been an awful scene Early on that day while Matt was on the phone His long time friend took a fancy to his little Christine
Main Street Composer(s): Betty Comden; Roger Edens; Adolph Green Performer(s): Gene Kelly
There's not much to tell about my hometown Life is easy and the tempo's slow But if you really want to find what's in it You'll learn in a minute all you have to know Let's go
Come walkin' with me I want you to see our main street You'll see the whole town By just walkin down our main street
There's the corner where the boys hang out As each girl goes by they rate her whistle and try to date her "later" Baby are you going steady?
And then we can stop and chat with a cop on main street He made an arrest a way back in nineteen three He'll ask me who is the pretty stranger How proud I'm going to be when you walk down main street with me
Little Children Composer(s): J. Leslie McFarland - Mort Shuman Billy J. Kramer & The Dakotas
Little children, you better not tell on me I'm tellin' you Little children, you better not tell what you see And if you're good I'll give you candy and a quarter If you're quiet like you oughta be And keep a secret with me
I wish they would go away Little children, now why aren't you playin' outside I'm askin' you You can't fool me, 'cause I'm gonna know if you hide And try to peek I'm gonna treat you to a movie Stop your gigglin', children do be nice Like little sugars and spice
You saw me kissin' your sister You saw me holdin' her hand But if you snitch to your mother Your father won't understand
I wish they would take a nap Little children, now why don't you go bye-bye Go anywhere at all Little children, I know you would if you tried Go up the stairs Me and your sister, we're goin' steady How can I kiss her when I'm ready to With little children like you around I wonder what can I do around Little children like you
Main Street Composer(s): Bob Seger Performer(s): Bob Seger & the Silver Bullet Band and various other artists
I remember standing on the corner at midnight Trying to get my courage up There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown I loved to watch her do her stuff Through the long lonely nights she filled my sleep Her body softly swaying to that smoky beat Down on Mainstreet
In the pool halls, the hustlers and the losers I used to watch 'em through the glass Well I'd stand outside at closing time Just to watch her walk on past Unlike all the other ladies, she looked so young and sweet As she made her way alone down that empty street Down on Mainstreet
And sometimes even now, when I'm feeling lonely and beat I drift back in time and I find my feet Down on Mainstreet Down on Mainstreet
Little Child Runnin' Wild Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield Performer(s): Curtis Mayfield; MC Breed
Little child Runnin' wild Watch a while You see he never smiles
Broken home Father gone Mama tired So he's all alone
Kind of sad Kind of mad Ghetto child Thinkin' he's been had
In the back of his mind he's sayin'
Didn't have to be here You didn't have to love for me While I was just a nothin' child Why couldn't they just let me be Let me be, let me be, let me be
One room shack On the alley-back Control, I'm told From across the track
Where is the mayor Who'll make all things fair He lives outside Our polluted air
And I didn't have to be here You didn't have to love for me While I was just a nothin' child Why couldn't they just let me be Let me be, let me be, let me be
I got a jones Runnin' through ma' bones I'm sorry son All your money's gone
Painful rip In my upper hip I guess it's time To take another trip
Don't care what nobody say I got to take the pain away It's getting worser day by day And all my life has been this way Can't reason with the pusherman Finance is all that he understands 'You junkie, mama cries, you know' Would rip her, but I love her so Love her so, now ...
Le Grillon Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Quand l'hiver a pris sa besace Que tout s'endort et tout se glace Dans mon jardin abandonné Quand les jours soudain rapetissent Que les fantômes envahissent La solitude des allées Quand la burle secoue les portes En balayant les feuilles mortes Aux quatre coins de la vallée
Un grillon un grillon Un grillon dans ma cheminée Un grillon un grillon Un grillon se met à chanter
Il n'a pourtant dans son assiette Pas la plus petite herbe verte La plus fragile graminée À se mettre sous la luette Quand le vent souffle la tempête Et qu'il est l'heure de dîner Que peut-il bien manger ou boire À quoi peut-il rêver ou croire Quel espoir encore l'habiter
Un grillon un grillon Un grillon dans ma cheminée Un grillon un grillon Un grillon se met à chanter
Son cri n'a d'autre raison d'être Que son refus de disparaître De cet univers désolé Pour le meilleur et pour le pire Il chante comme je respire Pour ne pas être asphyxié Sait-il au fond de sa mémoire Que c'est du coeur de la nuit noire Qu'on peut voir l'aube se lever
Un grillon un grillon Un grillon dans ma cheminée Un grillon un grillon Un grillon se met à chanter
Main Dans La Main Composer(s): Léonie; Christophe Performer(s): Christophe
Je t'aime et je t'aimerai toujours Mon presque premier amour Ma tendresse, mon bonheur, ma douleur Je t'enferme au fond de mon cur
Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux Nous serons si bien main dans la main Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux Nous serons si bien main dans la main
Quand, où et comment le dire Ce grand amour qui nous déchire Je t'aime et je t'aimerai toujours De l'aube à la fin du jour
Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux Nous serons si bien main dans la main Nous serons tous deux comme des amoureux Nous serons si bien main dans la main
Little Brown Gal (Adapted from: It's Just A Little Brown Gal In A Little Grass Skirt In A Little Grass Shack In Hawaii) Composer(s): Don McDiarmid - Lee Wood - Johnny Noble Performer(s): Ray Noble & His Orch. and multiple other artists
It's not the islands fair that are calling to me It's not the balmy air nor the tropical sea It's a little brown gal in a little grass skirt In a little grass shack in Hawaii
It isn't Waikiki or Kamehameha's pali Not the beach boys free with their hoomalimali It's a little brown gal in a little grass skirt In a little grass shack in Hawaii
Through that island wonderland She's broken all the kanes' hearts It's not hard to understand For that wahine is a gal of parts
I'll be leaving soon but the thrill I enjoy Is not the island moon nor the fish and the poi It's just a little brown gal in a little grass skirt In a little grass shack in Hawaii
Little Boy, How Old Are You? Composer(s): Leadbelly Performer(s): Leadbelly
Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you?
I'm only three years old Who told you so? My mama told me says
Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you?
What your mama say? My mama tell me, too
Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you? Little boy, how old are you?
How'd you know it, keep up with it so long? `Cause I never did forget it my age was I'm only three years old, my mama told me Only three years old, my papa told me Only three years old
Little Boy Sad Composer(s): Wayne Walker First release by: Johnny Burnette - 1961 Covered by multiple other artists
You've been lying, been untrue Now they call me little boy blue Someday baby, you're gonna find Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine
You've been cheating, doing me bad Now they call me little boy sad Someday baby, you're gonna see Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as me
Little boy blue, that's my name (that's my name) Little boy sad, you're to blame (you're to blame)
You've sneaking, doing me dirt Now they call me little boy hurt Someday baby, you're gonna find Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine
Little boy blue, that's my name (that's my name) Little boy sad, you're to blame (you're to blame)
You've sneaking, doing me dirt Now they call me little boy hurt Someday baby, you're gonna find Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine Nobody in the world's gonna give you loving as sweet as mine ...
Maids When You're Young (Traditional) Performer(s): Tom Donovan
An old man came courting me, hey ding a doorum dah An old man came courting me, me being young An old man came courting me, all for his wife to be Maids when you're young never wed an old man
Chorus:
For he's got no faloo doo rum, fal diddle oo doo rum He's got no faloo doo rum, fal diddle day He's got no faloo doo rum, lost his ding doo reeum Maids when you're young never wed an old man When this old man comes to bed, hey ding a doorum dah When this old man comes to bed, me being young When this old man comes to bed, he lays like a lump of lead Maids when you're young never wed an old man
Chorus
When this old man goes to sleep, hey ding a doorum dah When this old man goes to sleep, me being young When this old man goes to sleep, out of bed I do creep Into the arms of a handsome young man
Chorus
I wish this old man would die, hey ding a doorum dah I wish this old man would die, me being young I wish this old man would die, I'd make the money fly Girls for your sakes never wed an old man
Chorus
A young man is my delight, hey ding a doorum dah A young man is my delight, me being young A young man is my delight, he'll kiss you day and night Maids when you're young never wed an old man
Little Boy Fishing Off A Wooden Pier Composer(s): Shirley Abicair - Bill Lovelock Performer(s): Shirley Abicair
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier Come fish, bite fish, swim along here Little boy wonder why the fish don't float Little boy wanna buy a fishing boat
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier Come fish, bite fish, swim along here Little boy got to buy boat some way Then he go fishing all the live long day
Dog fish, cat fish, any this or that fish Please swim by my line Can't catch shell fish, but I want to sell fish Got to make some money for that boat of mine
Little boy dreaming with a secret smile Some day sail away cannibal isle Little boy wonder when his boat will come Little boy slumber now the day is done
Dreaming is nothing if it ain't worth while Keep on dreaming little man-child Many a general would eat his hat To give away talking and to do just that
Little boy richer than a millionaire All he got is trouble and care Soon enough little boy'll grow big man Then he go fishingg for the frying pan
Dog fish, cat fish, any this or that fish Please swim by my line Can't catch shell fish, but I want to sell fish Got to make some money for that boat of mine
Little boy fishing off a wooden pier Come fish, bite fish, swim along here Little boy sleepy and he sail away In his dreamboat down to Blanket Bay
Maid Of Bond Street Composer(s): David Bowie Performer(s): David Bowie
This girl is made of lipstick Powder and paint Sees the pictures of herself Every magazine on every shelf
This girl is maid of Bond Street Hailing cabs, lunches with executives Gleaming teeth sip aperitifs
This girl is a lonely girl Takes the train from Paddington to Oxford Circus Buys the Daily News But passengers don't smile at her, don't smile at her
This girl is made of loneliness A broken heart For the boy that she once knew Doesn't want to know her any more
And this girl is a lonely girl Every thing she wants is hers But she can't make it with the boy she really wants to be with All the time, to love, all the time
This boy is made of envy Jealousy He doesn't have a limousine Really wants to be a star himself
This girl, her world is made of flashlights and films Her cares are scraps on the cutting room floor
And maids of Bond Street drive round in chauffered cars Maids of Bond Street picture clothes, eyes of stars Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have worldly cares Maids of Bond Street shouldn't have love affairs
Little Boy Blue Composer(s): Eugene Field - Ethelbert Woodbridge Nevin Performer(s): John McCormack and multiple other artists
The little toy dog is covered with dust But sturdy and stanch he stands And the little toy soldier is red with rust And his musket moulds in his hands
Time was when the little toy dog was new And the soldier was passing fair And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue Kissed them and put them there
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said "And don't you make any noise!" So, toddling off to his trundle-bed He dreamt of the pretty toys
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song Awakened our Little Boy Blue Oh! the years are many, the years are long But the little toy friends are true
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand Each in the same old place Awaiting the touch of a little hand The smile of a little face
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through In the dust of that little chair What has become of our Little Boy Blue Since he kissed them and put them there
