Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Love Me Down Composer(s): David Lewis - Wayne Lewis Performer(s): Atlantic Starr
Doo doo doo doo doo doo Whoa ... oh ... oh ... whoa Ho ... ho ...
Hey, there mister So it seems again we meet The first we met it was crazy You swept me off my feet
I still imagine your lips, boy Kissin' me here and there Ooh, and if my hands could touch your body They'd caress you everywhere
I want you to love me down, oh Let's go for what we know Hold me so tight Then love me some more
Oh ... oh ... whoa, fine, fine fella Where do I begin I guess I should start by tellin' you, sugar That you're the perfect 10
Let's find a nice warm cabin Way up on some hill Then you and I will close up the world around us And do the things we feel
Won't you come on, boy and love me down, yeah And let's go for what we know Hold me so tight And then love me some more, oh, oh, oh
Love me down, yeah And let's go for what we know, ho, ho Hold me so tight, yeah And then love me some more, more
Ooh, never before have I felt this way And how I feel about you is crazy I must say But one thing's for sure, I know it feels good So come on love me, boy, oh, I wish you would
Boy ... This must be my lucky day And I'm so glad the wind that blew you in Was heading my way
Oh, come on, boy and love me down, yeah And let's go for what we know Hold me so tight, yeah And then love me, love me, love me down
(Love me down) I go crazy when you love me, baby (Love me down) I go crazy when you love me, baby
(Love me down) Ooh, love me down, baby, yeah (Love me down) Ooh ... ooh ... ooh ... make me feel good
(Love me down) Ooh, love me down, down, down, down
De Meisjes Van Het Theater Composer(s): Drs. P Performer(s): Jenny Arean
Een ieder weet dat in de stad een groot theater staat Waar kunstgenot en geest bij knap en goed zich smaken laat Daar smult men van een mooi tafereel of van een leuke mop Maar staan de meisjes op tooneel, dan let men extra op
Want de meisjes van het theater Die zijn een kijkje waard Ze zijn zoo vlug als water En om haar kunst vermaard En de heeren in hun stoelen Die kijken nauwgezet Omdat ze eerbied voelen Voor dit verfijnd ballet
Het schouwspel biedt u dol vermaak, zoowel als romantiek En vindt dus uit de aard der zaak veel weerklank bij het publiek Men houdt van een komiek verhaal of ernstig, stemmig lied Maar het zijn de meisjes waar de zaal het meeste van geniet
Ach, de meisjes van het theater Die zijn een kijkje waard Ze zijn zoo vlug als water En om haar kunst vermaard En de heeren in hun stoelen Die kijken nauwgezet Omdat ze eerbied voelen Voor dit verfijnd ballet
Ze zijn zoo frisch als Hollandsch fruit en zoet als een bonbon En hare kapsels komen uit een prijzigen salon Gekleed in het allerfijnste goed en rijkelijk geblanket Zoo treden zij u tegemoet, zeer guitig altemet
Ja, de meisjes van het theater Die zijn een kijkje waard Ze zijn zoo vlug als water En om haar kunst vermaard En de heeren in hun stoelen Die kijken nauwgezet Omdat ze eerbied voelen Voor dit verfijnd ballet
O, waar vindt men fraaier kuitjes en meer charmante zwier Waar vindt men liever snuitjes dan bij de meisjes hier Alleen een vrouwenhater blijft hierbij doodbedaard Ja, de meisjes van het theater zijn wel een kusje waard De meisjes van het theater zijn wel een kusje waard
Gasoline Alley Composer(s): Rod Stewart; Ron Wood Performer(s): Faces; and various other artists
I think I know now what's making me sad It's a yearnin' for my own back yard I realize maybe I was wrong to leave Better swallow up my silly country pride Going home, running home Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Going home, and I'm running home down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
When the weather's better and the rails unfreeze and the wind don't whistle 'round my knees I'll put on my weddin' suit and catch the evening train I'll be home before the milk's upon the door
Going home, running home down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Going home, and I'm running home down to Gasoline Alley where I was born
But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong Should I stray to the house on the hill Let it be known that my intentions were good I'd be singing in my alley if I could
And if I'm called away and it's my turn to go Should the blood run cold in my veins Just one favor I'll be asking of you Don't bury me here, it's too cold Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, won't you carry me home Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from Take me back, carry me back Down to Gasoline Alley where I started from
Mister Iceberg a sur l'épaule nord Une petite aux boucles d'or Et sur l'épaule Sud Une grande Solitude Mister Iceberg hausse l'épaule Nord Pour secouer la fille qui dort Puis hausse l'épaule Sud Comme à l'habitude
Mister Iceberg a sur l'épaule Nord Une petite fille incolore Et sur l'épaule Sud Comme un interlude Mister Iceberg hausse l'épaule Nord Pour rayer son disque d'or Et son épaule Sud Esquisse un prélude
Mister Iceberg a sur l'épaule Nord Une petite qui dit encore Et sur l'épaule Sud Un peu d'lassitude Mister Iceberg hausse l'épaule Nord Pour lui faire voir qu'il est mort Puis hausse l'épaule Sud C'est son attitude
Mister Iceberg aime l'amour on the rocks Mister Iceberg aime les petites filles en socks
A Garota De Ipanema Composer(s): Antônio Carlos Jobim - Vinicius de Moraes First performance/First recording: João Gilberto, Antônio Carlos Jobim, Vinicius de Moraes - 1962/Pery Ribeiro - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1963 - The Girl From Ipanema (by Stan Getz & João Gilberto) 1964 - La Fille D'Ipanema (by Jacqueline François) 1965 - La Ragazza Di Ipanema (by Caterina Valente) 2006 - La Chica De Ipanema (by Richard Clayderman) 2007 - The Girl From Al-Qaeda (by The Jack & Jim Show)
Olha que coisa mais linda Mais cheia de graça É ela a menina Que vem e que passa Num doce balanço A caminho do mar
Moça do corpo dourado Do sol de Ipanema O seu balançado É mais que um poema É a coisa mais linda Que eu já vi passar
Ah, Por que estou tão sozinho Ah, Por que tudo é tão triste Ah, A beleza que existe A beleza que não é só minha Que também passa sozinha
Ah, se ela soubesse Que quando ela passa O mundo sorrindo Se enche de graça E fica mais lindo Por causa do amor Por causa do amor...
Un' Altra Ragazza ((Adapted from: Love Me Do (The Beatles) - 1962)) ((French Version: J'en Suis Fou (Dick Rivers) - 1963)) Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney - Pino Donaggio - Depsa Performer(s): Adriano Celentano - 1986
Vestiti un pò Mi piaci di più Con l'abito blu Così ... Sei geniale O-o-o sei geniale
Guarda all'insù Non darmi del tu Ancheggia di più Così sei bestiale O-o-o sei bestiale
L'uomo non è un colpo e via Gioca con me di fantasia
Dai fai la chic Magari in lame E poi segui me Tu sei micidiale O-o-o sei micidiale
Mi piaci così Con l'abito blu Puoi darmi del tu Tu sei speciale O-o-o sei speciale
Mister Iceberg holds in his north hand A girl the color of sand And in his south hand A no-woman's land
Mister Iceberg has a heart of stone He wants to be left alone North and south his eyes She's his sacrifice
Mister Iceberg, Mister Icegberg Mister Iceberg likes to make love on the rocks Mister Iceberg, Mister Icegberg Mister Iceberg likes his little girls in socks
Mister Iceberg hold in his north hand A girl the color of sand And in his south hand A no-woman's land
Mister Iceberg's tired of his game Let her go they're all the same She's his interlude for the attitude
Mister Iceberg, Mister Icegberg Mister Iceberg likes to make love on the rocks Mister Iceberg, Mister Icegberg Mister Iceberg likes his little girls in socks
Mister Iceberg hold in his north hand A girl the color of sand And in his south hand A no-woman's land
Mister Iceberg has a heart of stone He wants to be left alone North and south his eyes She's his sacrifice
Mister Iceberg, Mister Icegberg Mister Iceberg likes to make love on the rocks Mister Iceberg, Mister Icegberg Mister Iceberg likes his little girls in socks
Garnet's Home-Made Beer Composer(s): Ian Robb Performer(s): Ian Robb
Oh, the year was Nineteen Seventy-eight (How I wish I'd never tried it now) When a score of men were turned quite green By the scummiest ale you've ever seen
Oh, Garnet Rogers cried the town (How I wish I'd never tried it now) For twenty brave men, all masochists who Would taste for him his home-made brew
This motley crew was a sickening sight (How I wish I'd never tried it now) There was caveman Dave with his eyes in bags He'd a hard-boiled liver and the staggers and jags
God damn them all, I was told This beer was worth its weight in gold We'd feel no pain, shed no tears But it's a foolish man who shows no fear At a glass of Garnet's home-made beer
Well we hadn't been there but an hour or two (How I wish I'd never tried it now) When a voice said, "Gimme some home-made brew" And Steeleye Stan hove into view
God damn them all, I was told This beer was worth its weight in gold We'd feel no pain, shed no tears But it's a foolish man who shows no fear At a glass of Garnet's home-made beer
Now Steeleye Stan was a frightening man (How I wish I'd never tried it now) He was eight feet tall and four feet wide He said, "Pass that jug or I'll tan your hide"
God damn them all, I was told This beer was worth its weight in gold We'd feel no pain, shed no tears But it's a foolish man who shows no fear At a glass of Garnet's home-made beer
Stan took one sip and pitched on his side (How I wish I'd never tried it now) Garnet was smashed with a gut full of dregs And his breath set fire to both me legs
God damn them all, I was told This beer was worth its weight in gold We'd feel no pain, shed no tears But it's a foolish man who shows no fear At a glass of Garnet's home-made beer
So here I lay in me twenty-third beer (How I wish I'd never tried it now) It's been ten years since I felt this way On the night before my wedding day
God damn them all, I was told This beer was worth its weight in gold We'd feel no pain, shed no tears But it's a foolish man who shows no fear At a glass of Garnet's home-made beer
Love Me As Though There Were No Tomorrow Composer(s): Harold Adamson - Jimmy McHugh Performer(s): Malcolm Vaughan and multiple other artists
Love me as though there were no tomorrow Take me out of this world tonight Take me, make me forget my sorrow So when I wake tomorrow Ill know our love was right
Kiss me as though it were now or never Teach me all that a heart should know Love me as though there were no tomorrow Oh my darling, love me, dont ever let me go
Kiss me as though it were now or never Teach me all that a heart should know Love me as though there were no tomorrow Oh my darling, love me, dont ever let me go
Tu joues tu joues d'l'accordéon Dans un bistro qui n'a plus d'nom Tell'ment les gens sont habitués À y danser à y danser La comparsita Que tu leur joues toutes les nuits Pour un salair' qui fait pas d'bruit Car ton métier c'est d'fair' danser C'est d'fair' danser Mister Giorgina Que ton biniou brill' comm' le jour Ou qu'il soit noir comm' les amours Qui sur la piste s'en vont chercher De quoi rêver de quoi danser La comparsita Toi tu t'en fous car ton métier C'est d'faire danser mais pas d'penser Fais ta série voilà ta vie Voilà ta vie Mister Giorgina
"ta vie... ma vie... leur vie..."
Un jour t'auras les cheveux blancs Ceux qui vienn'nt tard qui vienn'nt sûr'ment Tu te r'trouv'ras d'vant ton buffet Pour y danser pour y danser La comparsita Que tu jouais dans un beuglant Pour un salair' qu'a foutu le camp Les autr's dansaient toi tu bouffais Toi tu bouffais Mister Giorgina Alors avant qu'il n'soit trop tard Planqu' ton magot dans ton placard Les fourmis c'est fait pour bosser Quand aux cigal's ell's vont danser La comparsita Car la musiqu' foutu métier Ça chante ça gueul' ça fait rêver Et ça s'envol' comm' les paroles Comm' les paroles Mister Giorgina
"ça s'envole? pas toujours... ... née de tango inconnu! ..."
Toi les frangin's qui vienn'nt guincher Avant d'se fair' comparsiter Tu les regardes avec tes doigts T'as l'il qui joue en do en fa La comparsita Au fond tout ça toi tu t'en fous T'as qu'un copain c'est ton biniou Tu joues Schubert mais c'est plus cher Mais c'est plus cher Mister Giorgina Un piano c'est comm' l'horizon Ça joue tout à l'horizontale Toi ton piano et ses flonflons Tu les fous à la verticale Sur comparsita Et dans la rue tes récitals Des fois ça nous fait un peu mal Avec ton Pleyel en sautoir yel-en-sautoir Mister Giorgina
"ça nous fait un peu mal... la Musique fini ! la Musique! en l'an 2000 plus d'Musique et pourtant, c'était beau... Jean Sébastien Bach? Tu connais?"
Gare À Toi... Gargantua Composer(s): Frederic Botton Performer(s): France Gall
De jour ou de nuit Ton appétit est insatiable Tu veux tout manger, tout dévorer Même la table
Dès qu'on te parle de filles Alors t'as les yeux qui brillent Mais gare à toi Gargantua Tu ne dois croquer que moi
Comme un connaisseur T'avales des curs à la douzaine Pour un fin gourmet T'as un palais des plus modernes
Les oiseaux dans ton gosier Sont toujours sur canapé Mais gare à toi Gargantua Tu ne dois croquer que moi
N'as-tu pas peur d'attraper une indigestion À engloutir tant de chair fraîche ce c'est pas bon Attention à ton diabète Il faudrait te mettre à la diète
Ce soir pour dîner je n'ai pas acheté grand chose Ton plat préféré sera couché parmi les roses Et prends-en bien à ta faim Pour ce soir et pour demain
Mais gare à toi Gargantua Car si tu n'en mange pas Il se peut qu'à tout jamais C'est moi qui te croquerai
Love Me All The Time Composer(s): Wm. K. Wells - Hal R. Dyson
Wonderful girl my precious pearl You are the world to me Were we to part 't would break my heart So listen to my plea
I worry dear worry in fear Some day your love may wane Say dear that you, e'er will be true Tell me oh tell me again
Sweet heart of mine please love me all of the time Deep in your dear heart enshrine a loving destiny my own for me my dearie Honey you know I love you I love you so Thats why I want you want you with love undying Can't you hear my heart sighing When I am blue the hours I spent with you are like a rosary of love to me divine dear heart of mine don't fill my poor heart with pain Don't say I'm pleading in vain Oh dearie love me love me love me all the time
Mister And Mississippi Composer(s): Irving Gordon Performer(s): Tennessee Ernie Ford and various other artists
I can't recall my Mother, I don't remember Dad Mister and Mississippi was all I ever had Oh, I was born to wander, oh, I was born to roam And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home
Oh, I was born to wander, oh, I was born to roam And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home
My cradle was the river, my school a river boat My teacher was a gambler, the slickest one afloat My teacher was a gambler, the slickest one afloat He taught me not to gamble on a petticoat
Oh, I was born to wander, oh, I was born to roam And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home
Oh! Betty Mae, I love you, I love you Betty Mae I love you like a barefoot boy, loves a summer day The way a wand'ring gypsy, loves the changing scenes Just like the restless river, loves old New Orleans
Oh, I was born to wander, oh, I was born to roam And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home
I'd love a tiny village, a quite country town A house, a little garden, with kiddies runnin' 'round I'd be a faithful husband, I'd be a trusting friend Until I heard that steamboat, comin' 'round the bend
Oh, I was born to wander, oh, I was born to roam And Mister and Mississippi made me feel at home
Gardez Vos Filles Composer(s): Joël Holmes; Georges Moustaki Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Gardez vos filles!
Ce n'est pas moi qui vais vous les prendre Gardez vos filles! Elles ont le cur beaucoup trop tendre J'aurais trop peur de les blesser Avec mes mauvaises manières Je n'oserais pas les enlacer De peur qu'elles cassent comme du verre Gardez vos filles! Leur bonne tenue me rend timide Gardez vos filles! Elles ont trop l'air d'être en visite Enrubannées dans leurs dentelles Capitonnées dans leurs velours Comment voulez-vous que l'amour Puisse aller jusqu'à elles?
Je ne sais pas faire la révérence Ni les baisemains ni les yeux doux Je ne sais pas me mettre à genoux J'ignore tout de la bienséance Prenez-moi comme il faut me prendre Ou ne me prenez pas du tout Mais laissez-moi vivre à mon goût Un cur se donne à bouche gourmande
Gardez vos filles Bien à l'abri de ma bohème! Gardez vos filles! Protégez-les de mes "Je t'aime" Je ne suis pas Prince charmant Et ça les ferait faire la grimace Des comme moi qui trop embrasse Qui trop embrasse et trop souvent Gardez vos filles Mais laissez-moi parmi les autres Rien qu'une fille Qui ne ressemble pas aux vôtres A qui offrir Toutes mes richesses Mes rêves De monts et de merveilles Et lui faire une place au soleil De ma tendresse
Love Me Again Composer(s): Gold Performer(s): Sunny Gale; Pat Terry; Alma Cogan
Love me again, hold me close to your heart Love me again as you did at the start I need you more every day we're apart Say that you love me again
Open your arms, let me hold you once more Let me be close to the lips I adore Tell me that things will be just as before Say that you love me again
If I've been seen with a smile on my face Even though we have drifted apart Don't be misled by the smile on my face You would find there are tears in my heart
So, don't let the tears that I cry be in vain Whether the future brings pleasure or pain Long as I'm near you, I'll never complain So love me, love me again
Don't let the tears that I cry be in vain Whether the future brings pleasure or pain Long as I'm near you, I'll never complain So love me, love me again
Garden Song Composer(s): David Mallett Performer(s): Peter, Paul & Mary; and various other artists
Chorus: Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow All it takes is a rake and a hoe and a piece of fertile ground Inch by inch, row by row Someone bless these seeds I sow Someone warm them from below Til the rain comes tumbling down
Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones, we are made of dreams and bones I feel the need to grow my own cause the time is close at hand Grain for grain, sun and rain I'll find my way in nature's chain Tune my body and my brain to the music of the land
Chorus
Plant your rows straight and long, Temper them with prayer and song Mother earth will keep you strong if you give her love and care An old crow watching hungrily from his perch in yonder tree In my garden I'm as free as that feathered thief up there
