Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mon combat Je l'ai livré avec mon âme Et la foi Qui dormait au fond de mon coeur Me dévorait de mille flammes Et sa voix, et sa voix Me faisait rêver de bonheur À l'amour Qu'est le combat que tous les êtres Tour à tour Livrent au vent du désespoir À l'amour Qu'est le seul bien qui nous pénètre Chaque jour, chaque jour Avec plus de force et d'espoir
Mon combat C'est la lutte de tout le monde Pour son droit En des jours meilleurs Mon combat Je l'ai livré avec mon âme Et la foi Qui dormait au fond de mon coeur Mon combat Me dévorait de mille flammes Et sa voix, et sa voix Me faisait rêver de bonheur
Mon combat Je l'ai livré avec furie Et la joie Que je récolte est bien à moi Mon combat Je l'ai gagné avec ma vie Pour que toi et moi Nous ayons l'amour J'ai livré un jour Mon combat
Get Me To The World On Time Composer(s): Jill Jones; Annette Tucker Performer(s): The Electric Prunes
Here I go (higher, higher) Here I go (higher, higher) Here I go, go, go, go, go You gotta get me to the world on time You gotta get me to the world on time
The minute you walk in the room I break into a sweat My hands begin to shake so bad I can't light my cigarrette Then you start walkin' towards me and my cool comes all undone If I could get my feet to move I'd turn around and run
My pulse is beatin' faster And I'm headin' for disaster
Here I go (higher, higher) Here I go (higher, higher) Here I go Get me to the world on time You gotta get me to the world on time
One kiss from you and my whole body starts to actin' strange You shake up all my hormones, you put me through a change This chemical reaction isn't easy to refine You drive me to distraction, you disturb my peace of mind
You got me spinning like a top now And I don't know how to stop now
Is this what loves all about Lately I feel so without Wild sensations Sweet frustrations You get me goin' and theres no slowin' me down
Lovely Lady Composer(s): Ted Koehler - Jimmy McHugh Performer(s): Kenny Baker and multiple other artists
Lovely lady, I'm falling madly In love with you It's a feeling beyond concealing What can I do Take my heart, it's yours alone To keep forever Lovely lady, I'm falling madly In love with you
Un blues digital Me "spleen", me fait mal Une chanson "laser" Peut rayer mon cur À peine entrée dans ma vie Tu cherches déjà la sortie J'suis plus ton "top" plus ton "hit"
Et tu brises mon cur vinyle
Y'en a qu'en pleurent D'autres qui dansent Pas moi, pas moi Y'en a qu'en meurent D'autres qui chantent Comme moi, comme moi J'ai p't'être trop donné Je peux plus t'étonner Plus t'étonner J'suis p't'être plus ton style P't'être plus ton style Plus ton style Et tu brises mon cur de vinyle
Je casse comme un disque Mi-cire mi-plastique J'suis pas un record Pour une "collector" À peine entré dans ta vie Tu m'montres déjà la sortie J'suis plus ton "top" plus ton type Et tu brises mon cur vinyle
Y'en a qu'en pleurent D'autres qui dansent Pas moi, pas moi Mais les sans-cur s'en balancent Comme toi comme toi J'suis p't'être trop fragile P't'être plus ton style Plus ton style J'suis p't'être trop fragile P't'être trop fragile Trop fragile Et tu brises mon cur de vinyle
Y'en a qu'en pleurent D'autres qui dansent Pas moi, pas moi Y'en a qu'en meurent D'autres qui chantent Comme moi, comme moi J'suis p't'être plus ton style Mon cur de vinyle C'est p't'être trop fragile Un cur de vinyle
Get Me To The Church On Time
((Dutch Version: Als Ik Straks De Kerk Maar Haal (by Johan Kaart) - 1960))
Composer(s): Frederick Loewe - Alan Jay Lerner
First performance/First release by: Stanley Holloway, Gordon Dilworth, Rod McLennan - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Jamie, Harry, Friends:
There's just a few more hours
That's all the time you've got
A few more hours
Before they tie the knot
Doolittle:
There are drinks and girls all over London, and I've
gotta track 'em down in just a few more hours!
I'm getting married in the morning!
Ding dong! The bells are gonna chime
Pull out the stopper!
Let's have a whopper!
But get me to the church on time!
I gotta be there in the mornin'
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime
Girls, come and kiss me
Show how you'll miss me
But get me to the church on time!
If I am dancin'
Roll up the floor
If I am whistlin'
Whewt me out the door!
For I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime
Kick up an rumpus
But don't lost the compass
And get me to the church
Get me to the church
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!
Doolittle and Everyone:
I'm getting married in the morning
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime
Doolittle
Drug me or jail me
Stamp me and mail me
All:
But get me to the church on time!
I gotta be there in the morning
Spruced up and lookin' in me prime
Doolittle:
Some bloke who's able
Lift up the table
All:
And get em to the church on time!
Doolittle:
If I am flying
Then shoot me down
If I am wooin'
Get her out of town!
All:
For I'm getting married in the morning!
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime
Doolittle:
Feather and tar me
Call out the Army
But get me to the church
All:
Get me to the church...
Doolittle:
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!
Harry and Everyone:
Starlight is reelin' home to bed now
Mornin' is smearin' up the sky
London is wakin'
Daylight is breakin'
Good luck, old chum
Good health, goodbye
Doolittle:
I'm gettin' married in the mornin'
Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime...
Hail and salute me
Then haul off and boot me...
And get me to the church
Get me to the church...
For Gawd's sake, get me to the church on time!
I feel my time has come I feel the winter's done I see the brighter sun of the summer days and in your face I see someone who holds the key to everything I need to hope is my desire
In every word you say I feel it coming through with every move you make my heart believes in you there'll be no turning back can be no turnin' round I'm gonna give it all to this love I found
I'm gonna get lucky I'm gonna get lucky this time I feel I'm gonna get lucky real love's so hard to find I feel at last this love is mine I'm gonna get lucky I'm gonna get lucky this time
With every kiss you give me I'm sure this love will live I feel my heart will be safe for everymore sometime I've been so wrong I've had to pay the price the tears and loneliness of all the sacrifice
I'm gonna get lucky so lucky this time I'm gonna get lucky get lucky I'm gonna get lucky real love's so hard to find I feel at last this love is mine
With every tender touch I feel the need in you you are the one for me my heart believes it's true each time I ask myself oh could I be wrong I feel it coming through I feel it coming strong
I'm gonna get lucky get lucky I'm gonna get lucky this time I'm gonna get lucky get lucky I'm gonna get lucky real love's so hard to find I feel at last this love is mine
I'm gonna get lucky I'm gonna get lucky this time I'm gonna get lucky I'm gonna get lucky real love's so hard to find I feel at last this love is mine
Lovely Day Composer(s): Bill Withers - Skip Scarborough First release by: Bill Withers - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
When I wake up in the morning, love And the sunlight hurts my eyes And something without warning, love Bears heavy on my mind
Then I look at you And the world's all right with me Just one look at you And I know it's gonna be A lovely day ... lovely day, lovely day, lovely day ...
When the day that lies ahead of me Seems impossible to face When someone else instead of me Always seems to know the way
Then I look at you And the world's all right with me Just one look at you And I know it's gonna be A lovely day ...
When the day that lies ahead of me Seems impossible to face When someone else instead of me Always seems to know the way
Then I look at you And the world's alright with me Just one look at you And I know it's gonna be A lovely day ...
Mon Coeur Est Un Violon Performer(s): André Claveau
Mon cur est un violon Sur lequel ton archet joue Et qui vibre tout du long Appuyé contre ta joue Tantôt l'air est vif et gai Comme un refrain de folie Tantôt le son fatigué Traîne avec mélancolie
Dans la nuit qui s'achève Mon cur est plein de toi La musique est un rêve Qui vibre sous tes doigts Sous tes doigts la caresse Rend mon désir si fort Qu'il va jusqu'à l'ivresse Et meurt à la fin de l'accord
Mon cur est un violon Sur lequel ton archet joue Et qui vibre tout du long Appuyé contre ta joue Tantôt l'air est vif et gai Comme un refrain de folie Tantôt le son fatigué Traîne avec mélancolie
Loveless Love Composer(s): W.C. Handy Performer(s): Alberta Hunter and multiple other artists
Love is like a hydrant, it turns off and on Like some friendships when your money's gone Love stands in with the loan sharks when your heart's in pawn
If I had some strong wings like an aeroplane Had some broad wings like some aeroplane I would fly away forever never to come again For love oh love oh loveless love Has set our hearts are gold-less gold From milk-less milk and silk-less silk We are growing used to soul-less souls
Such grafting times we never saw That's why we have a pure full law In everything we find a flaw Even love oh love oh loveless love
Mon Coeur Est Malade Composer(s): P. Loiseau; M. Batt Performer(s): Dave
Oh! Laura, mon cur est malade Toi seule peut me guérir Oh! Laura, mon cur est malade Si tu veux me soigner tu n'as qu'un mot à dire
La fille incendiaire que l'on dit légère Connue sous le nom de Laura A mis dans mon âme le feu et la flamme Le pire de l'histoire c'est qu'elle ne l'éteint pas
Oh! Laura, mon cur est malade Toi seule peut me guérir Oh! Laura, mon cur est malade Si tu veux me soigner tu n'as qu'un mot à dire
Si la ville entière lui jetait la pierre Si l'on disait du mal de Laura Je saurai la défendre, je saurai l'attendre Et s'il n'en restait qu'un je serai celui là
Oh! Laura, mon cur est malade Toi seule peut me guérir Oh! Laura, mon cur est malade Si tu veux me soigner tu n'as qu'un mot à dire
Oh! Laura, mon cur est malade Toi seule peut me guérir Oh! Laura, mon cur est malade Si tu veux me soigner tu n'as qu'un mot à dire
Oh! Laura, mon cur est malade Toi seule peut me guérir Oh! Laura, mon cur est malade Si tu veux me soigner tu n'as qu'un mot à dire
Get It Right Next Time Composer(s): Gerry Rafferty Performer(s): Gerry Rafferty
Out on the street I was talkin' to a man He said "there's so much of this life of mine
that I don't understand" You shouldn't worry I said that ain't no crime Cause if you get it wrong you'll get it right next time, next time
You need direction, yeah you need a name When you're standing in the crossroads every highway looks the same After a while you can recognize the signs So if you get it wrong you'll get it right next time, next time
Life is a liar yeah life is a cheat It'll lead you on and pull the ground from underneath your feet No use complainin', don't you worry, don't you whine Cause if you get it wrong you'll get it right next time, next time
You gotta grow, you gotta learn by your mistakes You gotta die a little everyday just to try to stay awake When you believe there's no mountain you can climb And if you get it wrong you'll get it right next time, next time
Ensemble: Time stops, hearts are young Only serenades are sung In Loveland Where everybody lives to love Raindrops never rain Every road is Lovers' Lane In Loveland Where everybody loves to live See that sunny sun and honeymoon There, where seven hundred days hath June Sweetheart, take my hand Let us find that wondrous land Called Loveland, Loveland, Loveland ...
First Cavalier: The lover is transported by his rapture As ever heavenwards his heart ascends
Ensemble: Loveland, where everybody lives to love
Second Cavalier: The lover's heart contains a lover's secret Which only the beloved comprehends
Ensemble: Loveland, where everybody loves to live
Third Cavalier: To lover's eyes, a lover's eyes are jewels More radiant than the stars that light the sky
Ensemble: Loveland, Loveland ...
Fourth Cavalier: Two lovers in devotion If separated, they must swoon and die
Ensemble: Loveland, Loveland ... Bells ring, fountains splash Folks use kisses 'stead of cash In Loveland Loveland ... Love, Love, Loveland ... Love, Love, Loveland ... Love!
Mon Coeur Est Fou
Italian Title: Cuore Matto - 1967
Composer(s): Armando Ambrosino; Gaetano Savio; G. Bourgeois; J-M. Rivière
Performer(s): Dalida
Mon cur est fou je ne peux le calmer Car j'ai rendez-vous 20, rue de Courcelles Et pour mon malheur ma voiture est bloquée Depuis une heure près de la Tour Eiffel
Mon cur est fou je suis dans le Métro Je cherche partout ma correspondance Mais je ne peux pas aller où je voudrais C'est chacun pour soi dans cette foule immense
Je vais être en retard Sera-t-il encore là Mais à six heures Il me pardonnera
Mon cur est fou on vient de s'arrêter Voilà tout à coup qu'on nous fait descendre Juste devant nous la rame a déraillé Moi je suis à bout comment va-t-il le prendre
J'ai trois heures de retard Il ne sera plus là Et à 9 heures du soir Autant rentrer chez moi
Mon cur est fou il a téléphoné Que le rendez-vous était impossible Un trop grand retard l'en avait empêché Mais pour demain soir ce serait possible
Mon cur est fou, Mon cur est fou Mon cur est fou, Mon cur est fou Mon cur est fou, Mon cur est fou Mon cur est fou, Mon cur est fou Mon cur est fou, Mon cur est fou...
Little White Duck Composer(s): Walt Barrows - Bernard Zaritzky Performer(s): Tom Glazer and multiple other artists
There's a little white duck sitting in the water Little white duck doing what he oughta He took a bite of a lily pad Flapped his wings and he said "I'm glad" That I'm a little white duck sitting in the water Quack, quack, quack There's a little green frog swimming in the water Little green frog doing what he oughta He jumped right off of the lily pad That the little duck bit and he said "I'm glad" That I'm a little green frog swimming in the water Gulp, gulp, gulp There's a little black bug floating on the water A little black bug doing what he oughta He tickled the frog on the lily pad That the little duck bit and he said "I'm glad" That I'm a little black bug floating on the water Quick, quick, quick There's a little red snake lying in the water A little red snake doing what he oughta He frightened the duck and the frog so bad And he ate the little bug and he said "I'm glad" That I'm a little red snake lying in the water Sss, sss, sss And now there's nobody left left sitting in the water Nobody left doing what he oughta Nothing left but the lily pad The duck and the frog ran away There's nobody left sitting in the water Boo, hoo, hoo Because of the snake that ate the bug That tickled the frog That went kerchug There's nobody left to sing about alas and alak Not even the little white duck Quack quack quack quack
Love-Itis Composer(s): Harvey Scales - Albert Vance First release by: Harvey Scales & The Seven Sounds - 1968
My family doctor couldn't find me no cure, oh no He said you really got it bad and I know it for sure, yes he did baby He said the only one that can fill your prescription, oh yeah And this feeling I got, ain't got but one description Said I got a thing called
Love-itis, got a hold on me Love-itis, got control on me Love-itis, got a hold on me Love-itis, got control on me
I tried so hard, but I couldn't run away, oh no An' my fever gets higher, day by day, yes it does And this feeling I got, is like a disease, oh yeah It's really got me down, it's got a hold on me Y'know I got a thing called
Love-itis, got a hold on me Love-itis, got control on me Love-itis, got a hold on me Love-itis, got control on me
(C'mon baby, shake what momma gave ya!)
(Knock your socks off!)
It's got me man, it's got me It's really really got me It's got me man, it's got me It's really really got me It's got me man, it's got me It's really really got me
Love-itis Love-itis, it's got me Love-itis Love-itis, it's really got me
Mon Clip Préféré Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
J'la surveille le soir à la télé Vers vingt heures juste avant le J.T. Elle danse dans un film alimentaire Derrière un chanteur qui fait vraiment l'affaire C'est mon clip préféré Ma star télé Jambes longues, gaine-chic Décor: tropiques Ça sent l'fric On bouge, on s'excite Ça sent l'fric On a les idoles qu'on mérite J'suis machino je fais l'clap dans les clips J'cours partout qui qui veut un sandwich Chez moi j'me nourris d'boîtes de conserve Mais pour elle j'suis prêt à dresser le couvert C'est mon clip préféré Ma star télé Jambes longues, gaine-chic Décor : tropiques Ça sent l'fric On bouge, on s'excite Ça sent l'fric On a les idoles qu'on mérite J'suis inquiet, mon clip n'est pas passé J'aurais dû le magnétoscoper Maintenant ma vidéo se meurt Mais mes fantasmes, eux, sont toujours à l'heure C'est mon clip préféré Ma star télé Jambes longues, gaine-chic Décor: tropiques Ça sent l'fric On bouge, on s'excite Ça sent l'fric On a les idoles qu'on mérite C'est mon clip préféré Ma star télé C'est mon clip préféré Ma star télé