Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Je Ne Pense Qu'à L'amour ((Adapted from: Lovesick Blues (Elsie Clark) - 1922)) Composer(s): Irving Mills - Cliff Friend - Fernand Bonifay Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1963
"Moi, je ne pense quà lAmour Mais lAmour veut-il de moi? Je ne pense quà lAmour Mais lui pense-t-il à moi? Jaimerais pourtant bien rencontrer La fille dont jai toujours rêvé Impatient, je lattends Je lattends depuis longtemps Dans le grand jardin fleuri De mes longues nuits Je ne changerai pas Je ne pense quà lAmour Et cest bien mon droit Car à vingt ans, cest le moment De mener son cur tambour battant Et de vivre sa vie A sa fantaisie Je peux danser, mamuser Essayer de me saouler Dans les rythmes endiablés Je peux rester enfermé Dans ma chambre, sans parler Pendant des soirées Je peux sortir, revenir Fouiller dans mes souvenirs Rien ne peut me guérir Je reste seul, abandonné L Amour ma oublié Mais, je ne pense quà lAmour Car lAmour cest tout pour moi Je ne pense quà lAmour Qui me glisse entre les doigts Jaimerais pourtant bien rencontrer La fille dont jai toujours rêvé Impatient, je lattends Je lattends depuis longtemps Dans le grand jardin fleuri De mes longues nuits Je ne changerai pas Je ne pense quà lAmour Et cest bien mon droit Je ne suis pas celui quon croit Celle qui viendra le comprendra Car je nai quune envie, laimer pour toute la vie Je nai quune envie, laimer pour toute la vie"
Lovely Rita Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney First release by: The Beatles - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Lovely Rita meter maid ... Lovely Rita meter maid ... Lovely Rita meter maid ... Nothing can come between us When it gets dark I tow your heart away Standing by a parking meter, when I caught a glimpse of Rita filling in a ticket in her little white book In a cap she looked much older And the bag across her shoulder Made her look a little like a military man Lovely Rita meter maid ... May I inquire discreetly When are you free to take some tea with me Took her out and tried to win her Had a laugh and over dinner Told her I would really like to see her again Got the bill and Rita paid it Took her home I nearly made it Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two Oh, Lovely Rita meter maid ... Where would I be without you Give us a wink and make me think of you
Get Off Composer(s): William Carlos Diggs; Ishmael Ledesma Performer(s): Foxy
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yeah Get off
Music may ease and end all discretion So we can get off We keep under the sheets with two lovelys So we can get off
Said I hope that we get the promise, ladies And make me get off Take it from girls with our imagination So we can get off
Call me up at your place, I can love you crazy In the heat you will understand Danger and excitement, thats what makes a lady Find out what she wants in a man
To get off, to get off, to get off, to get off To get off, to get off, to get off, to get, get off
Lookin?through that dress that drive me crazy and makes me get off Sensuality excites my mind, it makes get off If I were you Id get a good perspective on how to get off Love me wild and love me crazy, so we can get off
Call me up at your place, I can love you crazy In the heat you will understand Danger and excitement, thats what makes a lady Find out what she wants in a man
To get off, to get off, to get off, to get off To get off, to get off, to get off, to get, get off
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Get off
So get off to get off, to get off, to get, get off Get off to get off, to get off, get off So get off, get off, to get off, to get, get off Get off to get off, get off, get off
To get off, to get off, to get off, to get, get off Get off, get off, get off, to get off Get off to get off, get off, get, get off Get off, get off, so get off, just get off Get off, get off, get off
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!
