Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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La Belle Et La Bête (Charles Aznavour et Liane Foly)
La Belle Et La Bête ((Adapted from: Beauty And The Beast (by Angela Lansbury) - 1991)) ((Dutch Version: Belle En Het Beest (by Sandra Kim & Frank Galan) - 1998)) Composer(s): Howard Ashman - Alan Menken - Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour et Liane Foly - 1991
Conte de toujours des siecles passés deux coeurs étrangers que tous a changé découvre l'amour
Et le temps s'arrête figé de bonheur pétrifiant de peur deux ames en fleur la belle et la bete
Tout est different Et pourtant pareil quand le coeur s'eveille aux couleurs merveille d'un soleil nessant
Tout est different Et pourtant pareil quand le coeur s'eveille aux couleurs merveille d'un soleil naissant
Conte de l'enfance vieux comme un refrain revez tans sans fin j'ai mis dans mon vin l'eau de l'evidance
les reves s'arretent a commancer la ou pour toi et moi il etait une fois la belle et la bete
pour toi et pour moi il etait une fois la belle et la bete
In Need Of A Friend Composer(s): Bill Cowsill; Bob Cowsill Performer(s): The Cowsills
Ahhh.... You say you know somebody Someone who feels down when you're feeling sad Who's up when you're glad But I don't know anybody Haven't a person, don't know where I stand Gee you're a lucky man
Hey, I need a friend Not just a wall that I talk to But a mind having doors I can walk through I need a friend Yes, I do
You say you know somebody Someone who shows you the way when you're lost At any cost But I don't have anybody I grope the dark and I'm totally blind Hey don't you think that's unkind?
Hey, I need a friend Not just a wall that I talk to But a mind having doors I can walk through I need a friend Yes, I do
I think I know somebody Someone who feels just the way that you do He reminds me of you But, you'll have find that body I'm sorry there's nary a thing I can do You see it's all up to you
But, you'll find a friend Not just a wall that you talk to Just show him the door he can walk through You'll find a friend Yes, you can
Belle En Het Beest ((Adapted from: Beauty And The Beast (by Angela Lansbury) - 1991)) ((French Version: La Belle Et La Bête (by Charles Aznavour et Liane Foly) - 1991)) Composer(s): Howard Ashman - Alan Menken - Jan Derk Beck Performer(s): Sandra Kim & Frank Galan - 1998
Tijdenlang verhaald Maar niet minder waar Vreemden voor elkaar Tot iemand ineens Nader komt tot haar
Anders dan voorheen 't Maakt je wat bedeesd Helemaal spontaan Is er iets ontstaan Belle en het beest Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle
Iets dat nog zoveel ... Iets dat nog zoveel Teders in zich heeft ... Teders in zich heeft Iets dat je niet kent En niet zo gauw went Maar steeds in je leeft
Tijdenlang verhaald , ohoh yeah Maar niet minder waar Vreemd en ongewoon 't Lijkt haast wel een droom Net zo wonderbaar
Brandend als een vuur ... Brandend als een vuur Zonder rust noch duur Tijdenlang verhaald Elke keer herhaald Belle en het Beest Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle
Tijdenlang verhaald Elke keer herhaald Belle en het Beest Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle
Iets dat nog zoveel ... Iets dat nog zoveel Teders in zich heeft ... Teders in zich heeft Iets dat je niet kent En niet zo gauw went Maar steeds in je leeft
Brandend als een vuur ... Brandend als een vuur Zonder rust noch duur Tijdenlang verhaald Elke keer herhaald Belle en het Beest Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle
Tijdenlang verhaald Elke keer herhaald Belle en het Beest Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle
Helemaal spontaan Is er iets ontstaan Belle en het beest Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle, Belle - Belle
In Napoli Composer(s): Danny DiMinno; Carmen Lombardo Performer(s): Dean Martin
In Napoli beside the sea It happened on a night like this In Napoli our hearts were free And we surrendered to a kiss
There 'neath the stars I saw heaven in her eyes There 'neath the stars I knew this was paradise All through the night in sweet delight We shared the tenderness of love But with the dawn my love was gone Just like the fading stars above My lonely heart cries out please come back to me Beside the sea in dear old Napoli
There 'neath the stars I saw heaven in her eyes There 'neath the stars I knew this was paradise All through the night in sweet delight We shared the tenderness of love But with the dawn my love was gone Just like the fading stars above My lonely heart cries out please come back to me Beside the sea in dear old Napoli
Lonesome Polecat (Lament)
Composer(s): Gene DePaul - Johnny Mercer
First performance by: Matt Mattox - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists
I'm a lonesome polecat
lonesome, sad and blue
'cause I ain't got no femine polecat
vowin' to be true
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
cain't make no vows
to a herd o' cows,
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
I'm a mean old hounddog
bayin' at the moon
'cause I ain't got no lady friend hounddog
here to hear my tune
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Frank, Gideon & Benjamin:
A man cain't sleep
when he sleeps with sheep
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
I'm a li'l old hoot owl
hootin' in the trees
'cause I ain't got no little gal owl fowl
here to shoot the breeze
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
cain't shoot no breeze
with a bunch o' trees
oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
In Naam Van Onze Liefde Composer(s): Jimmy Frey Performer(s): Jimmy Frey
Ik hou van jou, voor al je mooie woorden en verhalen Voor de echte liefde die jij me geeft Ik trek het grote lot en laat me overladen Door vriendschap, tederheid die in jou leeft In naam van onze liefde In naam van onze liefde
Vandaag vertel je mij terwijl je lippen beven Dat ook voor jou de wereld open gaat Dat je op weg wilt naar een ander leven En je verleden nu achterlaat In naam van onze liefde In naam van onze liefde
En morgen zeg je, klaag je met een stem zo zacht Dat leven zonder mij geen leven is Kom, vlucht nu uit die donkere nacht Naar 't licht ver van die duisternis In naam van onze liefde In naam van onze liefde Vergeet van nu af aan je vroeger leed en pijn Je neemt en krijgt de kans 't geluk nu te beleven Kom laat ons dan gelukkig zijn In naam van onze liefde In naam van onze liefde
Lonesome Loser Composer(s): David Briggs Performer(s): Little River Band and multiple other artists
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Beaten by the queen of hearts every time Have you heard about the lonesome loser He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'
Oohoohooh .... oooh ....
Sit down, take a look at yourself Don't you want to be somebody Someday somebody's gonna see inside You have to face up, you can't run and hide
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Beaten by the queen of hearts every time Have you heard about the lonesome loser He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'
Unlucky in love, least that's what they say He lost his head and he gambled his heart away He still keeps searching though there's nothing left Staked his heart and lost, now he has to pay the cost
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Beaten by the queen of hearts every time Have you heard about the lonesome loser He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'
"It's okay", he smiles and says Though this loneliness is driving him crazy He don't show what goes on in his head but if you watch very close you'll see it all
Sit down, take a look at yourself Don't you want to be somebody Someday somebody's gonna see inside You have to face up, you can't run and hide
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Beaten by the queen of hearts every time Have you heard about the lonesome loser He's a loser, but he still keeps on tryin'
Have you heard about the lonesome loser Have you heard about the lonesome loser Have you heard about the lonesome loser Now tell me have you heard about the lonesome loser
In My Way Composer(s): Fred Wise; Ben Weisman Performer(s): Elvis Presley
I may not be here tomorrow But im close beside you today So lie to me a little, say you love me a lot And ill be true to you in my way
Love never goes on forever At least thats what wise men all say So smile when you kiss me, tomorrow you may cry But ill be true to you in my way Yes ill be true to you in my way
Lonesome Fiddle Man Composer(s): Dallas Frazier - Sanger D. Shafer Performer(s): Jerry Lee Lewis
The one that I took dancing The one that I called a baby Walked down the aisle this morning With her ol' used to be Waitress take the band another round And tell them it's on me And ask them to do me one more favor please Let that lonesome fiddle man take the lead He gets the kind of sound that my lonely heart needs I hear he's lost he darlin' just like me Let that lonesome fiddle man take the lead
He struck a tune earlier this evening A lonesome song called faded love His favorite melody When I hear he's lost his darlin' just like me Let that lonesome fiddle man take the lead
In My Time Of Dying (aka Jesus Goin' A-Makeup My Dyin' Bed) Composer(s): Robert Plant; John Bonham; James Patrick Page; John Paul Jones Performer(s): Led Zeppelin - 1975 and multiple other artists
In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn All I want for you to do is take my body home Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, gonna make up my dyin' bed Meet me, Jesus, meet me, meet me in the middle of the air If my wings should fail me, Lord, please meet me with another pair Well, well, well, so I can die easy Well, well, well, so I can die easy Jesus, gonna make up, somebody, somebody Jesus gonna make up, Jesus gonna make you my dyin' bed Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven, won't you let me in? I never did no harm, I never did no wrong Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn, let me blow your horn Oh, I never did, did no harm I've only been this young once, I never thought I'd do anybody no wrong No, not once Oh, I did somebody some good, somebody some good Oh, did somebody some good, I must have did somebody some good And I see them in the streets And I see them in the field And I hear them shouting under my feet And I know it's got to be real Oh, Lord, deliver me All the wrong I've done You can deliver me, Lord I only wanted to have some fun Hear the angels marchin', hear them marchin', hear them marchin' Hear them marchin', them marchin' Oh my Jesus (repeats) Oh, don't you make it my dyin', dyin', dyin' (cough) Cough ""That's gonna be the one, isn't it?" "Come have a listen, then" "Oh yes, thank you"
Lonesome Cowboy Burt Composer(s): Frank Zappa Performer(s): Jimmy Carl Black and multiple other artists
My name is Burtram, I am a redneck All my friends, they call me Burt
Hi, Burt!
All my family from down in Texas Make their livin diggin dirt
Come out here to Californy Just to find me some pretty girls Ones I seen gets me so horny Ruby lips Nteeth like pearls
Wanna love em all Wanna love em dearly Wann pretty girl Ill even pay ...
Ill buy em furs Ill buy em jewelry ... I know they like me Heres what Ill say
Im lonesome cowboy Burt (speakin atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt (reekin atcha!) My cowboy pants My cowboy dance My bold advance On this here waitress ...
Hes lonesome cowboy Burt Dontcha get his feelings hurt
Come on in this place An Ill buy you a taste You can sit on my face Wheres my waitress?
Burtram, Burtram redneck Burtram, Burtram redneck
Im an awful nice guy Sweat all day in the sun Im a roofer by trade Quite a bundle Ive made Im unionized roofin old Son-of-a-gun
Hes a unionized roofin old Son-of-a-gun
When I get off, I get plastered I drink till I fall on the floor Find me some communist bastard N stomp on his face till he dont Move no more
He stomps on his face till he dont Move no more
I fuss an I cuss and I keep on drinkin Till my eyes puff up an turn red I drool on mshirt I see if hes hurt Then I kick him again in the head, lets
Kick him again in the head! boys! Kick him again in the head! now! Kick him again in the head!
Im lonesome cowboy Burt (speakin atcha!) Come smell my fringe-y shirt (reekin atcha!) My cowboy pants My cowboy dance My bold advance On this here waitress ...
Hes lonesome cowboy Burt Dontcha get his feelings hurt
Come on in this place An Ill buy you a taste You can sit on my face Wheres my waitress? Opal, you hot little bitch!
In My Room (Dutch Version: Nooit Gedacht - 1996) Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Gary Usher First release by: The Beach Boys - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to In my room In my room
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears In my room In my room
Do my dreaming and my scheming lie awake and pray Do my crying and my sighing laugh at yesterday
Now it's dark and I'm alone but I won't be afraid In my room In my room
Lonesome Cowboy Bill Composer(s): Doug Yule - Sterling Morrison - Lou Reed First release by: The Velvet Underground - 1970
Lonesome cowboy Bill Rides the rodeo Lonesome cowboy Bill You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Lonesome cowboy Bill Rides the rodeo Ever since he was a little lad Loves the rodeo Bucking broncs, yeah, sipping wine You got to see him go And all the ten-gallon girls Love to hear him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Because
Lonesome cowboy Bill Rides the rodeo Lonesome cowboy Bill You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Oh, lonesome cowboy Bill You still ride the rodeo Up round the colorado shore Down by the Ohio Sometimes even New Orleans Down by the mardi gras And all the ten-gallon girls Love to hear him yodel ay-hee-ho!
Hes lonesome cowboy Bill, he rides the rodeo Just a lonesome cowboy Bill You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
You got to see him in the rodeo When hes ridin, goin too darn fast You got to hear the people scream and shout
They call him Lonesome cowboy Bill Hes a Lonesome cowboy Bill
He goes ...
Lonesome cowboy Bill Rides the rodeo Lonesome cowboy Bill You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho!
I said You got to see him yodel ay-hee-ho! Oh hes a lonesome cowboy Bill, lonesome cowboy Bill ...
In My Own Quiet Way Composer(s): Harold Barlow; Sara Laverty Performer(s): Vic Damone
I'm not the kind who'll sigh Every time you wander by Or weep when you were gone for just a day But still in all my dear I really love you In my own quiet way
I may never show I care I confess I have no flair For saying all the things that lovers say But still in all my darling I adore you In my own quiet way
I admit I'm absent-minded and forgetful Does your birthday come in April or July There are times when I am likely to be fretful Or I'll pick the darnest moments to be shy
But with all my faults you'll find I'm the true and steady kind And it's no lie believe me when I say Deep down inside I know I'll always love you In my own quiet way
I admit I'm absent-minded and forgetful Does your birthday come in April or July There are times when I am likely to be fretful Or I'll pick the darnest moments to be shy
But with all my faults you'll find I'm the true and steady kind And it's no lie believe me when I say Deep down inside I know I'll always love you In my own quiet way
Lonesome Cowboy Composer(s): Sid Tepper - Roy C. Bennett First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley with The Jordanaires - 1957
I am just a lonesome cowboy And Im travelling all alone I ain't even got a nickel To call my baby on the phone
Just beyond the mountain lies a city And I hear it calling me Saddle up and ride you lonesome cowboy Here is where you'll find your destiny In my dreams the lights shine bright and pretty Near to me and yet so far Will I always be a lonesome cowboy Am I only reaching for a star
Ride. Ride, ride, ride along cowboy Sing, sing, sing, sing a song cowboy
Will I ever leave this lonesome valley Really see the lights that shine Gotta find what lies beyond the mountain Gotta rope and tie that dream of mine
I am just a lonesome cowboy And Im travelling all alone If you don't call me baby Then Im never coming home
In My Liverpool Home Composer(s): Pete McGovern Performer(s): The Scaffold
I was born in Liverpool, down by the docks My religion was Catholic; occupation - hard knocks At stealing from lorries, I was adept and underneath overcoats each night I slept
"In my Liverpool home, D..A..D..D.. in my Liverpool Home, G..G..D..D.. We speak with an accent exceedingly rare G.. G. .D.. D.. / (we) meet under a statue exceedingly bare G.. G.. D..D../A..A..D..D.. If you want a cathedral we've got one to spare, in my Liverpool home" Back in the Forties the world it went mad and Hitler he threw at us all that he had When the smoke and the dust had all cleared from the air "Thank God," said my old man," the Pier Head's still there"
Over at Anfield (or Liverpool) the shirts they are red And the players play football as though they were dead While over at Goodison (or Everton) the shirts they are blue and the football they play is fantastic to view
If it's football you're wanting, the team at the top is the team that they're singing about in the Kop this city has got two great teams it deserves Liverpool ... First Team, and Liverpool Reserves
I took a walk along Lime Street one day I saw a "Young lady" a-heading my way "Have you got the right time, love", says I to the lass She said, "I've got the time, Jack, if you've got the brass"
When I grew up, I met Bridget Mc Cann she said, "You're not much, but I'm needing a man I want sixteen kids, and a house out in Speke well, the flesh it was willing, but the spirit was weak
Walton Gaol is the place for a quiet week-end Climb over the wall, and you'll meet all your friends You can sit and watch telly, drink whisky and beer and chalk on the prison walls; "Kilroy was here"
We've got wide open spaces like the Wavertree Park where it's unsafe by daylight and more so by dark We've got places of culture like Dingle and Speke where they play "tick" with hatchets, and fight with their feet
We've got romantic places like the Cast-Iron Shore where you can find someone else's back door We had John, we had George, Ringo and Paul the Liverpool Spinners, and the St George's Hall
Way out in Kirkby, the kids they wear clogs there's eight million kids there's ten million dogs They play "tick" with hatchets, I tell you no lie and they call you a "cissy" if you've more than one eye
When my last whistle blows & the "Ref Up There" says "You've supped your last Guinness,lad, it's the end of your days" Take my ashes to Old Trafford and spread them around and they won't win a match while I'm haunting the ground
I've been alone for awhile I've seem'd to grow out of style Now I start into realize Believe me Boy I'm wise No more stayin' at home No more sittin' alone I feel so awfly blue And I'm lonesome too 'Cause
My imagination strays Way back to those lonesome days I prayed the lord above For someone to love Folks never heard my plea And took out neglected me They always passed me by That is why I cry Oh
I've got the lonesome blues I'm steppin' out and I refuse To sit by the fireside When I think of the chances that I lose I'll never stay at home While I can be listening to a saxophone I'm going down and hear that band Just crooning melody grand You'll always find me there for All my friends I will lose If I've got the lonesome blues
In My Little Red Book Composer(s): Raymond Bloch; Nat Simon; Al Stillman Performer(s): Perry Como and multiple other artists
In my little red book I see somehow All the girls that I knew and I'm wondering who Could be kissing them now Down through memory lane I love to look At the little blue sighs and the little white lies In my little red book But there's a girl I had a yen for Back in nineteen-thirty three She's the girl I'd go again for And if she came back to me Everybody but her I'd overlook There'd be only one name, there'd be only one flame In my little red book