Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Love On The Rocks Composer(s): Neil Diamond - Gilbert Bécaud First release by: Neil Diamond - 1980 Covered by multiple other artists
Love on the rocks Ain't no surprise Pour me a drink And I'll tell you some lies Got nothin' to lose So you just sing the blues all the time
Gave you my heart Gave you my soul You left me alone here With nothing to hold Yesterday's gone Now all I want is a smile
First, they say they want you How they really need you Suddenly you find you're out there Walking in a storm When they know they have you Then they really have you Nothing you can do or say You've got to leave, just get away We all know the song
You need what you need You can say what you want Not much you can do When the feeling is gone May be blue skies above But it's cold when you love's on the rocks
First, they say they want you How they really need you Suddenly you find you're out there Walking in a storm When they know they have you Then they really have you Nothing you can do or say You've got to leave, just get away We all know the song
Love on the rocks Ain't no surprise Pour me a drink And I'll tell you some lies Yesterday's gone And now all I want is a smile
Mobile Composer(s): R. Wells; D. Holt Performer(s): Julius La Rosa; Ray Burns; Bob Scobey
They saw a swallow building his nest I guess they figured he knew best So they built a town around him And the called it Mobile Where's that? Alabama
They took a swampland heavy with steam They added people with a dream And that dream became a heaven By the name of Mobile
Pretty soon the town had grown Till they had a slide trombone And a man who played piano And a swallow who sang soprano
No use you're wondring where you should go It's on the Gulf of Mexico Where the southern bells are ringing And the climate's ideal It's a honeysuckle heaven By the name of Mobile Where's that? Alabama
Pretty soon the town had grown Till they had a slide trombone And a man who played piano And a swallow who sang soprano
No use you're wondring where you should go It's on the Gulf of Mexico Where the southern bells are ringing And the climate's ideal It's a honeysuckle heaven By the name of Mobile
Melodie Aus Alter Zeit
((English, French, & Italian Versions: Willingly (Dalida); Mélodie Perdue (Dalida); Dolce Musica (Dalida))
Composer(s): Hubert Giraud - Jean Broussole - Busch
Performer(s): Dalida
Melodie aus alter Zeit Wie sehn ich mich nach Dir Melodie du bist so weit So endlos weit von mir
Traumhaft schön erklang Musik Als er mich heiss geküsst
Doch mit ihm da verlor ich sie Meine melodie vom Glück
Melodie aus alter zeit Mein herz vergisst dich nie Melodie du klingst noch heut In meiner phantasie
Bring zurück was einmal mein Dann bin ich nicht allein
Als wir wie es früher war Schön und wunderbar Denn dann hör ich sie Die verlor'ne melodie
De wereld draait veel te snel De jaren razen voorbij En wat begon als een spel Is nu de realiteit
Dagen Wilder dan mijn wildste dromen Vragen Wil je in mijn huisje komen en wonen
Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd Ja, ik weet jij me zal vinden Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd Om je aan m'n liefde te binden, ja aha
Een volle zaal gaat uit de bol En daar ben jij misschien bij Lig jij al lang onder de wol Of dans je op de eerste rij
Dagen Wilder dan mijn wildste dromen Vragen Wil je in mijn huisje komen en wonen
Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd Ja, ik weet jij me zal vinden Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd Om je aan m'n liefde te binden
Soms ben ik bang van de eenzaamheid En hunker naar iemand zoals nooit tevoren Geborgen in tederheid En stapelverliefd tot over mijn oren
Geef me tijd, geef me tijd, geef me tijd Oh yeah Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd
Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd Want ik weet jij me zal vinden Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd Om je aan m'n liefde te binden
Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd Geef me tijd, geef me nog wat tijd Geef me nog wat tijd
Moaning The Blues Composer(s): Lizzie Douglas; Joe McCoy Performer(s): Memphis Minnie
Oh, the blues got ways, sometimes just like a natural man Oh, the blues got ways, sometimes just like a natural man I don't care which away you turn, they always is on your hands
Won't you tell me, baby, how come you don't come back home Won't you tell me, baby, how come you don't come back home I lay down last night with my back door open all night long
Here come the blues this morning, just 'fore day they shut my door Here come the blues this morning, just 'fore day they shut my door But the Lord forgive me, I won't have them things no more
This morning, setting on the side of my bed This morning, blues set on the side of my bed They's come brought you a letter why your proud good man fell dead
Gee, Officer Krupke Composer(s): Leonard Bernstein; Stephen Sondheim Performer(s): Russ Tamblyn; David Bean; as 'Tiger' Bert Michaels; Tony Mordente; David Winters
Tiger (Imitating Krupke): Hey you!
Riff: Who me, Officer Krupke?
Tiger (Imitating Krupke): Yeah you, gimme one good reason for not draggin' ya down the station house, ya punk!
Riff: Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke You gotta understand It's just our bringin' upke That gets us out of hand Our mothers all are junkies Our fathers all are drunks Golly Moses, natcherly we're punks
Jets: Gee, Officer Krupke We're very upset We never had the love That every child oughta get We ain't no delinquents We're misunderstood Deep down inside us there is good
Riff: There is good!
Jets: There is good, there is good There is untapped good Like inside, the worst of us is good
Tiger (Imitating Krupke): That's a touching good story
Riff: Lemme tell it to the world!
Tiger (Imitating Krupke): Just tell it to the judge
Riff: Dear kindly Judge, your Honour My parents treat me rough With all their marijuana They won't give me a puff They didn't wanna have me But somehow I was had Leapin' lizards, that's why I'm so bad
Snowboy (Imitating Judge): Right! Officer Krupke You're really a square This boy don't need a judge He needs an analyst's care It's just his neurosis That oughta be curbed He's psychologically disturbed
Riff: I'm disturbed
Jets: We're disturbed, we're disturbed We're the most disturbed Like we're psychologically disturbed
Snowboy (Imitating Judge): Hear ye, hear ye. In the opinion of this court, this child is depraved on account he ain't had a normal home.
Riff: Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived!
Snowboy (Imitating Judge): So take him to a headshrinker. You!
Action: Who me?
Riff: My daddy beats my mommy My mommy clobbers me My grand'pa is a commie My grand'ma pushes tea My sister wears a moustache My brother wears a dress Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess
Action (Imitating Analyst): Yes, Officer Krupke He shouldn't be here This boy don't need a couch He needs a useful career Society's played him a terrible trick And sociologically he's sick
Riff: I am sick!
Jets: We are sick, we are sick We are sick sick sick Like we're sociologically sick
Action (Imitating Analyst): In my opinion, this child does not need to have his head shrunk at all. Juvenile delinquency is purely a social disease.
Riff: Hey, I got a social disease!
Action (Imitating Analyst): So take him to a social worker
Riff: Dear kindly social worker They tell me get a job Like be a soda jerker Which means I'd be a slob It's not I'm anti-social I'm only anti-work Glory Osky, that's why I'm a jerk
A-rab (Imitating Social Worker): Eek, Officer Krupke You've done it again This boy don't need a job He needs a year in the pen It ain't just a question of misunderstood Deep down inside he's no good
Riff: I'm no good
Jets: We're no good, we're no good We're no earthly good Like the best of us is no damn good
The trouble is he's lazy The trouble is he drinks The trouble is he's crazy The trouble is he stinks The trouble is he's growing The trouble is he's grown Krupke, we've got troubles of our own Officer Krupke We're down on our knees
Riff: 'Cause no one wants a fella With a social disease
Jets: Dear Officer Krupke What are we to do? Gee, Officer Krupke Krup you!
Met Wie Ik Hem Zie ((aka Parijs Was Zo Mooi (Doran) - 1998)) ((Adapted from: Capri C'est Fini (Hervé Vilard) - 1965)) Composer(s): Hervé Vilard - Gerrit den Braber Performer(s): Conny Vandenbos - 1966
Het is gek, hij is weg Maar het is een bevrijding Het is gek, hij is weg Maar ik voel geen verdriet Het is gek, hij is weg 't Was zo lang al een dreiging Het is gek, hij is weg Maar nu mis ik hem niet
Met wie ik hem zie, dat speelt voor mij geen rol meer Het is voorbij, het mag, elke dag Er was al niets meer tussen hem en mij Met wie ik hem zie, dat doet me nu niets meer want ik heb beslist Het mag, elke dag, want ik weet nu dat ik me heb vergist
Het is gek, hij is weg Maar de zon blijft nog schijnen Het is gek, hij is weg Maar ik voel nog geen kou Het is gek, hij is weg Maar hij mocht wel verdwijnen Het is gek, hij is weg Maar de lucht is nog blauw
Met wie ik hem zie, dat speelt voor mij geen rol meer Het is voorbij, het mag, elke dag Er was al niets meer tussen hem en mij Met wie ik hem zie, dat doet me nu niets meer want ik heb beslist Het mag, elke dag, want ik weet nu dat ik me heb vergist
Het is gek, hij is weg Maar ik heb niets verloren Het is gek, hij is weg Maar de klok staat niet stil Het is gek, hij is weg 'k Zal z'n stem niet meer horen Het is gek, hij is weg Maar m'n hart is niet kil
Met wie ik hem zie, dat speelt voor mij geen rol meer Het is voorbij, het mag, elke dag Er was al niets meer tussen hem en mij Met wie ik hem zie, dat doet me nu niets meer want ik heb beslist Het mag, elke dag, want ik weet nu dat ik me heb vergist
Moanin' Low Composer(s): Howard Dietz; Ralph Rainger Performer(s): Spike Jones and various other artists
I feel too bad Im feeling mighty sick and sore So bad I feel I said Im feeling sick and sore And so afraid My man dont love me no more Moanin low My sweet man I love him so Though hes mean as can be Hes the kind of man Who needs the kind of woman like me I wanna die If sweet man should pass me by If I doubt where hed be Hes the kind of man Who needs the kind of woman like me Dont know any reason why he treats me so poorly What have I gone and done Makes my trouble double With these worries when surely I aint deservin it none Moanin low My sweet man is gonna go When he goes oh lordy Hes the kind of man Who needs the kind of woman like me Dont know any reason why he treats me so coolly What have I gone and done He makes my trouble double With these worries when surely I aint deserving enough Moanin low My sweet man is gonna go When he goes oh lordy Hes the kind of man Who needs the kind of a woman like me
Una lettera giallaaaaaaaaaa ho ricevuto da teeeeee Mi ha detto una farfallaaaaa che tu vuoi bene a meeeeee Ed ora il cielo e' gialloooooooo completamente gialloooooooo ti amo e tutto e' gialloooooooo Giallo e' il minimaglioneeeeee che indosso solo per teeeeeeee E' fiorito il limoneeeee e tu sei sempre con meeeeeee Ed ora il cielo e' gialloooooooo completamente gialloooooooo ti amo e tutto e' gialloooooooo ...Continua, cliccare sotto
Gee, But It's Lonely Composer(s): Phil Everly Performer(s): Pat Boone
Got Dad's car and show fare But that's no good to half a pair Gee, but it's lonely bein' alone May as well go home Got on my suit, my shoes are shined All dressed up for a real good time Gee, but it's lonely bein' alone Might as well go home What's wrong with me that I can't find Someone for my own? Why should I be left behind? Left to be alone The girl I asked out told me a lie There she goes with some guy Gee, but it's lonely bein' alone Guess I'll go on home Guess I'll go on home Guess I'll go on home
Love On A Two-Way Street Composer(s): Sylvia Robinson - Bert Keyes First release by: The Moments - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
I found love on a two way street Lost it on a lonely highway Love on a two way street Lost it on a lonely highway
True love will never die So I've been told, but now I must cry It is finally goodbye, I know
With the music softly playing His lips were gently saying I love you
He held me in desperation I thought it was a revelation And then he walked out
How could I be so blind To give up love the very first time To be fooled is a hurting pain To be loved and fooled Is a crying shame While I bear the blame As he laughs my name
With the music softly playing His lips were gently saying Honey, I love you He held me in desperation I thought it was a revelation And then he walked out
I found love on a two way street Lost it on a lonely highway Love on a two way street Lost it on a lonely highway
I found love on a two way street Lost it on a lonely highway Love on a two way street Lost it on a lonely highway
Mijn Dorpje In De Kempen Composer(s): Clem De Ridder; Gerd Frank; Philemon Van Cauwenbergh Performer(s): Louis Neefs
Naar Canada ben ik gevaren Ik vond er een nieuwe tehuis Ik lig hier voldaan en tevreden En toch denk ik vaak nog aan huis Is 's avonds de stilte gekomen Dan gaan m'n gedachten en dromen
Naar het dorpje in de Kempen Tussen dennen, bos en hei Met z'n stille, goede mensen En z'n bloemen in de wei Met z'n oude kerketoren En z'n sprookjes rond de haard Gij, m'n dorpje in de Kempen Hebt m'n liefde goed bewaard
Wanneer ik vertel aan m'n kinderen Van 't dorpje in 't Kempense land Dan voel ik m'n stem wel eens beven En valt er een traan op m'n hand Dan groeit in ons allen begeren Om samen eens weder te keren
Naar het dorpje in de Kempen Tussen dennen, bos en hei Met z'n stille, goede mensen En z'n bloemen in de wei Met z'n oude kerketoren En z'n sprookjes rond de haard Gij, m'n dorpje in de Kempen Hebt m'n liefde goed bewaard Gij, m'n dorpje in de Kempen Hebt m'n liefde goed bewaard
Gee Whiz Composer(s): Carla Thomas Performer(s): Carla Thomas
Gee whiz... Look at his eyes Gee whiz... How they hypnotize He's got everything a girl could want Man oh man What a prize Uh huh Gee whiz... He's all the joy Gee whiz I could find in a boy He's awful nice It's paradise I hope I'm not his decoy
Heaven up above Knows how much I love That fellah so Angels sing Of the love I bring I hope our love will grow and grow 'Cause, Gee whiz... I love that guy Gee whiz... My, my oh my There are things we could do I could say I love you But all I could say is Gee whiz...
Love Of The Loved Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney Performer(s): The Beatles and multiple other artists
Each time I look into your eyes I see that there, there heaven lies And as I look I see the love of the loved
Some day they'll see that from the start My place has been deep in your heart And in your heart I see the love of the loved
Though I've said it all before I will say it more and more Now that I'm really sure you love me And I know that from today I'll see it in the way That you look at me and say, ah, you love me
So let it rain, I'll never care Deep in your heart, I'll still be there And when I'm there I see the love of the loved
Though I've said it all before I will say it more and more Now that I'm really sure you love me And I know that from today I'll see it in the way That you look at me and say, ah, you love me
So let it rain, I'll never care Deep in your heart, I'll still be there And when I'm there I see the love of the loved I see the love of the loved I see the love of the loved
Mijn Dochter En Ik Composer(s): H. van Eyck; C. van Doesburgh Performer(s): Gerard Cox
Zij en ik, ik en zij Ik hou van haar en zij van mij De band die ons verbindt Een vader en z'n kind We delen de geheimen En we delen ook de pijn We zorgen om er hoe dan ook Steeds voor elkaar te zijn Want we houden van elkaar Zij van mij en ik van haar Tot de allerlaatste snik Mijn dochter en ik
Zij en ik, ik en zij Ik hoor bij haar en zij bij mij Vanaf de eerste dag Toen ik dat lekkere koppie zag Ik leerde haar te praten Maar wat leer ik nu van haar We hebben meestal ruim genoeg Aan een blik of een gebaar Want we houden van elkaar Zij van mij en ik van haar Tot de allerlaatste snik Mijn dochter en ik
We delen de geheimen En we delen ook de pijn We zorgen om er hoe dan ook Steeds voor elkaar te zijn Want we houden van elkaar Zij van mij en ik van haar Tot de allerlaatste snik Mijn dochter en ik Mijn dochter en ik Mijn dochter en ik
They say that in the army The coffee's mighty fine Well, it's good for cuts and bruises But it tastes like turpentine! Oh, I don't want no more of army life Gee Ma, I wanna go home!
The chicken in the army They say is mighty fine A drum rolled off the table And squashed a pal of mine! Oh, I don't want no more of army life! Gee Ma, I wanna go home!
The clothing that they give us They say is mighty fine Well, me and half my regiment Can all fit into mine Oh, I don't want no more of army life Gee Ma, I wanna go home!
The salary that they pay us They say is mighty fine They give you thirty dollars And take back forty-nine Oh, I don't want no more of army life Gee Ma, I wanna go Gee Ma I gotta go Gee Ma, I wanna go home!
Love Of The Common People ((Dutch Version: Stille Willem (Henk Spaan) - 1981)) Composer(s): John Hurley - Ronnie Wilkins First recording/First release by: The Four Preps - 1966/1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Living on free food tickets Water in the milk from the hole in the roof Where the rain came through What can you do? hmm hmm
Tears from little sister Crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress Without a patch for the party to go Oh but you know, she'll get by
She is living in the love of the common people Smiles from the heart of a family man Daddy's gonna buy her a dream to cling to Mamma's gonna love her just as much as she can, as she can
It's a good thing you don't have bus fare It would fall through the hole in your pocket And you'd lose it in the snow on the ground A walkin' to town to find a job
Trying to keep your hands warm But the hole in your shoe let the snow come through And the chills to the bone Oh, you better go home where it's warm
Where you can live in the love of the common people Smiles from the heart of a family man Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to Mamma's gonna love her just as much as she can, as she can
Living on dreams ain't easy But the closer the knit, the tighter the fit And the chills stay away You take them in stride, family pride
You know that faith is your foundation And with whole lotta love and a warm conversation And plenty of prayer Making you strong, where you belong
Where you can live in the love of the common people Be the pride in the heart of a family man Daddy's gonna buy you a dream to cling to Mamma's gonna love her just as much as she can, as she can
M'man Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
M'man J'viens tout juste d'avoir mes quatorze ans J'veux plus d'école: j'suis dev'nu grand J'te promets j'te gagn'rai plein d'argent
M'man J'viens d'fumer ma tout premiere Week-End Sur les fortif' ou t'aimes pas qu'j'traîne J'me s'rais tué plutôt que d'refuser
Y a pas qu'les mères qui font les enfants La zone, la rue coulent dans mon sang M'man, j'aimerais chanter tout ce que r'sentent les autres Ta vie, la nôtre... M'en veux pas, mais maint'nant j'ai choisi
M'man Les tours c'est pas toujours des guettos J'ai pas d'passion pour les oiseaux Mais comme eux j'aimerais voir ça d'en haut
M'man J'comprends mieux le regard des passants J'vois pas commme eux, j'pense tout en grand En couleur et sur un écran blanc
Y a pas qu'les mères qui font les enfants La zone, la rue coulent dans mon sang Tu sais, j'sais pas grand chose sur les choses de l'amour Mais j'me doute toujours... C'est pas moi, c'est pas moi qui choisis
M'man J'viens tout juste d'avoir mes quatorze ans J'veux plus d'école, j'suis dev'nu grand J'suis dev'nu grand
