Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Talk To You Composer(s): Ronnie Lane - Steve Marriott Performer(s): The Small Faces
Listen It's been three months Since I was last with you Ha So many people trying to Stop me geting through Heah
The doorman he just laughed But I don't want no autograph Now, listen to me baby All I want to do Is talk to you Ha
You know I didn't stop you doin' Things you wanted to do But now it's gone too far It looks like I'm losing you Heah
But I don't want sympathy No, no, no But please don't turn your back on me Listen, baby All I want to do Is talk to you Heah
I gotta talk to you I gotta try to make you see Just how very, very much You mean to me Yep, yep, yeah, ha
Would it be too much To try and jog your memory? You remember me, baby, ha I hope that I'm still Part of your history, heah
Now I don't want to share your car No, no, no Or stop you being a star Ha All I want to All I want to do You know what I got to do Ha Got to keep on trying
Mr. Goldstone Composer(s): Jule Styne; Stephen Sondheim Performer(s): Bette Middler and various other artists
Herbie: Rose, this is Mr. Goldstone Momma Rose Have an eggroll, Mr. Goldstone Have a napkin, have a chopstick, have a chair Have a spare rib, Mr. Goldstone Any spare that I can spare I'll be glad to share!
Have a dish, have a fork, have a fish, have a pork Put your feet up Feel at home Have a smoke, have a Coke Would you like to hear a joke? I'll have June recite a poem!
Have a leechie, Mr. Goldstone Tell me any little thing that I can do Ginger peachy, Mr. Goldstone Have a kumquat, have two! Everybody give a cheer Santa Claus is sitting here Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Have a Goldstone, Mr. Eggroll Tell me any little thing that I can do Have some fried rice, Mr. Soy Sauce Have a cookie, have a few! What's the matter, Mr. G? Have another pot of tea Mr. Goldstone I love you!
Herbie There are good stones and bad stones and curbstones and gladstones and touchstones and such stones as them
Rose: There are big stones and small stones and grind stones and gall stones
All: but Goldstone is a gem!
There are milestones, there are mill stones There's a cherry, there's a yellow, there's a blue But we don't want any old stone, only Goldstone will do! Moon stones, sun stones We all scream for one stone Mr. Goldstone we love you! Goldstone!
Glöm Honom English Title: Forget Him Composer(s): D. Zimmerman; Agnetha Fältskog Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Du går omkring rastlös och sur, varför det? Trodde du att han skulle stanna kvar hos dig? Det gör mig ont att han skulle svika både dig och mig Du får gråta här i knät på mig om du vill
Glöm honom, ooh-oh Glöm honom, ooh-oh För han har nog redan en ny igen
Det gör mig ont att han skulle svika både dig och mig Du får gråta här i knät på mig om du vill
Glöm honom, ooh-oh Glöm honom, ooh-oh Du är inte ensam Så glöm honom, ooh-oh Glöm honom, ooh-oh...
Talk To Ya Later Composer(s): David Foster - Steve Lukather - The Tubes Performer(s): The Tubes
I met her on a strip It was another lost weekend The band was too slick And the people were twisted
So I asked her for a date She reluctantly agreed Then we went to my place And she never did leave
She wont even miss me when shes gone And thats okay with me Ill cry later on
Its been six months She hasnt shut up once Ive tried to explain Shes driving me insane
She wont even miss me when shes gone And thats okay with me Ill cry later on
Talk to ya laterdont want to hear it again tonight Talk to ya laterjust save it for another guy Talk to ya laterdont want to hear it again tonight Ill just see you around
Get out Im telling you now Do you catch my drift What could be plainer than this
Nothin more to be said Write me a letter instead I dont mean to be cruel But Im finished with you
She wont even miss me when shes gone Thats okay with me Ill cry later on
Talk to ya laterdont want to hear it again tonight Talk to ya laterjust save it for another guy Talk to ya laterdont want to hear it again tonight Ill just see you around
Mr. Gallagher And Mr. Shean Composer(s): Ed Gallagher; Al Shean Performer(s): Bing Crosby & Johnny Mercer and various other artists
(JM) Oh Mr. Crosby, (Yeah) Oh Mr. Crosby (Ask me son) All the orchestras are swinging it today And I wanted to find out what the noise is all about Do you really think that swing is here to stay
(BC) Now Im glad you asked me Now Mr. Mercer (Yeah) oh Mr. Mercer (Im listening) Swing is really much too ancient to condemn (You dont say) In the jungles they would play in that same abandoned way
(JM) On the level Mr. Crosby
(BC) No, on the down beat Mr. M.
(JM) Oh Mr. Crosby, (uh huh) now Mr. Crosby (So happy to oblige) Ive been reading in the latest magazine (Yes) That a jiving jitterbug blows his top and cuts a rug Will you tell me what that language really means
(BC) Ohhh Mr. Mercer (Yeah,Yeah) Oh-ho-ho Mr. Mercer (Tell me, tell me tell me) As a student of the slang they use pro tem (Pro what?) That just means a solid gait cuts a murderisitc plate
(JM) Thats amazing Mr. Crosby
(BC) Thats elementary Mr. M.
(JM) Oh Mr. Crosby, dear Doctor Crosby Is it true that swings another name for jazz And the first place it was played Was a New Orleans parade And the southern Negro gave it all it had
(BC) Ohhh! Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer, Mr. Mercer I believe that its foundation came from them (Are you positive?) Yes they just slowed the tempo down, And then they really went to town
(JM) Allegretto Mr. Crosby?
(BC) Alligators Mr. M
(BC) Ohhh! Mr. Mercer, (Yeah) Mr. Mercer (uh huh) Well I trust that I have made the matter clear (Its really too clear) So if someone plays a thing Youre gonna understand the swing And appreciate the rhythm that you hear
(JM) Ohh Mr. Crosby (Oh hear me talking to you) No Mr. Crosby, Im afraid that type of rhythms not for me I prefer my music played A La Schubert Serenade
Gli Zingari ((Dutch, English, & French Versions: De Zigeuners (Corry Brokken); The Gipsies (Dalida); Les Gitans (Dalida)) Composer(s): Pierre Cour - Hubert Giraud - Chiozzo Performer(s): Dalida
Zingaro chi sei Figlio di Bohemia Dimmi tu perchè Sei venuto qui Quando mi stancai Dell'Andalusia E tu vecchio dimmi come fu La mia terra ormai non esiste più
I cavalli son stanchi nell'umida sera Ma la folta criniera Sembra il vento invocar Stan gli zingari attorno alle fiamme splendenti Destan ombre giganti Nel chiarore lunar
Palpita allor la canzon più bizzarra Nasce nel cuor quel vibrar di chitarra
Questo è il canto di chi non conosce frontiera E l'ardente preghiera del gitano che và
Dimmi deve vai Tornero in Bohemia Me ne andro lontan Per mai più tornar E tu dove vai Nell'Andalusia E tu perchè piangi cosi Io son vecchio ormai e rimango qui
O gitano perchè non rimani stasera Per la nuova avventura puoi domani partir Resta ancora a cantar nella notte stellata Finchè l'alba spietata Faccia il sogno svanir Canta che un di il gran re di Cuccagna Ti regalo un castello in lspagna
Questo è il canto di chi non conosce frontiera E l'ardente preghiera Del gitano che và
Talk To The Animals Composer(s): Leslie Bricusse First performance by: Rex Harrison & Ginny Tyler - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
... [missing] thinks what do you means I could talk to the animals, just imagine it Chattin' with a chimp in chimpanzee Imagine talking to a tiger, chatting with a cheetah What a neat achievement it would be!
If we could talk to the animals, learn all their languages Maybe take an animal degree I'd study elephant and eagle, buffalo and beagle Alligator, guinea pig, and flea!
I would converse in polar bear, python And I would curse in fluent kangaroo If people ask me "can you speak rhinocerous?" I'd say "of courserous! Can't you?"
I conferred with our furry friends, man to animal Think of the amazing repartee If I could walk with the animals, talk with the animals Grunt and squeak and squawk with the animals And they could talk to me!
If I consulted with quadrupeds Think what fun we'd have asking over crocodiles for tea! Or maybe lunch with two or three lions, walruses and sea lions What a lovely place the world would be!
If I spoke slang to orangutans The advantages any fool on earth could plainly see! Discussing Eastern art and dramas With intellectual llamas That's a big step forward you'll agree!
I'd learn to speak in antelope and turtle My Pekinese would be extremely good If I were asked to sing in hippopotamus I'd say "whynotamous?" and (I) would!
If I could parlay with pachyderms It's a fairy tale worthy of Hans Anderson and Grimm A man who walks with the animals, talks with the animals Grunts and squeaks and squawks with the animals All an easy just think of it and they could talk to me!
Mister Five By Five Composer(s): Don Raye; Gene DePaul Performer(s): Ella Mae Morse and various other artists
Well, twirl my turban, man alive! Here comes Mister Five by Five He's one of those big fat bouncing boys Solid avoirdupois!
Mister Five by Five He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide He don't measure no more from head to toe Than he do from side to side
Mister Five by Five Got fifty chins and a line of jive He's a mellow old cat, a real hep fat He be Mister Five by Five
That man Can really jump it for a fat man The only trouble is there's no way of knowin' Whether he's comin' or ... or goin'
Mister Five by Five He's slightly plump on his butter side He don't shake it no more from head to toe Than he do from side to side
That man [my, my!] Can really jump it for a fat man [fat man!] Boys, the trouble is there's no way of knowin' Whether he's comin' or ... or goin'
Mister Five by Five He's five feet tall and he's five feet wide He don't measure no more from head to toe Than he do ... From side to side ... Mister Five by Five
Gli Inesorabili
((French Version: La Joie D'aimer (by Dalida))
Composer(s): Dimitri Tiomkin
Performer(s): Dalida
Inesorabile come il destino Inesorabile come sei tu E' il nostro amor più dolce del suono Di queste note che ascolti con me Ed anche a quelli che senza perdono Il mondo danna ad un cupo dolor La vita sempre riserba in dono Lacarità d'un po d'amor
Altro del creato Fuor dell'amore non c'è Quello che ho sognato Rivive con te per te Ci chiude il cielo il suo cuore di stelle Che pare intriso di lacrime d'or Ci parlan tutte le cose più belle Dicendo amor, soltanto amor
Ci parlan tutte le cose piu belle Dicendo amor, soltanto amor Dicendo amor, soltanto amor
Talk To Me Of Mendocino Composer(s): Kate McGarrigle - Anna McGarrigle First release by: Kate & Anna McGarrigle - 1975
I bid farewell to the state of old New York My home away from home In the state of New York I came of age When first I started roaming And the trees grow high in New York State And they shine like gold in the autumn Never had the blues from whence I came But in New York State I got 'em
Talk to me of Mendocino Closing my eyes I hear the sea Must I wait Must I follow Won't you say come with me
And it's on to South Bend, Indiana Flat out on the western plain Rise up over the Rockies And down on into California Out to where but the rocks again And let the sun set on the ocean I will watch it from the shore Let the sun rise over the redwoods I'll rise with it till I rise no more
Talk to me of Mendocino Closing my eyes I hear the sea Must I wait Must I follow Won't you say come with me
Gli Amici Miei Composer(s): Roberto Vecchioni Performer(s): Roberto Vecchioni
In questa storia che diventa tempo in questo tempo che diventa amore ho conosciuto ragazze ridenti fuggenti nel giro di poche ore e con due ali di cera mi sono permesso di andare a toccare il sole qualche sorriso di madre fa crescere in fretta fa bene alla pelle e al cuore che è tutto da dimostrare ho ereditato la terra che aveva mio padre ovvero le sue parole e guardo l'alba che insegue il tramonto che insegue la notte per far l'amore e sento te che mi riempi la stanza e la vita ché niente può farmi male e penso Dove saranno gli amici miei quelli del tempo che c'era lei? come vorrei... cosa darei... dove saranno gli amici miei?
amore, amore, tienimi forte la mano e aiutami a ricordare io sono un piccolo uomo sotto un piccolo vetro che non si può più spezzare vorrei mandare in frantumi memoria, pensieri, almeno per un saluto e avere ancora vent'anni, ancora tutto da dire per un minuto
E chiudo gli occhi più forte del tempo però tu non mi lasciare e all'improvviso li vedo lontani, vicini gli stessi di mille sere e sento tutte le voci la dolce, l'acuta, la tenue la disperata e devo chiedere scusa a qualcuno ricordo... ma forse è una puttanata stasera
Tornano tutti gli amici miei forse non sono partiti mai erano qui dentro di me e non l'avevo capito mai tornano tutti gli amici miei noi non ci siamo lasciati mai e sono qui dentro di me tornano tutti gli amici miei
The 59th Street Bridge Song - Feelin' Groovy (Pizzicato Five)
The 59th Street Bridge Song - Feelin' Groovy ((Adapted from: The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1966)) ((French Version: C'est Bon La Vie (Nana Mouskouri) - 1967)) Composer(s): Paul Simon - Yasuharu Konishi Performer(s): Pizzicato Five - 1985
Iki o hisomete Mimi mo to de sasayaite Yoru ga sukoshi demo Tsuzukuyou ni Feelin' groovy
Jikan o kakenakya Sutekina koto ni wa Yoru ga sukoshi de mo Tsuzukuyou ni Feelin' groovy
Yoppi de asobou yo Yoru wa kimi no kiss mitai sa Shinzou ga tomaru hodo Amai kiss Always groovy
Iki hisomete Mimi mo to de sasayaite Yoru ga sukoshi demo Tsuzukuyou ni Feelin' groovy
Mr. Dream Merchant Composer(s): Jerry Ross; Larry Weiss Performer(s): Dusty Springfield; Madeline Bell; Jerry Butler
Hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Everything depends on you Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Bring him back to me And make my dreams come true
When I said goodbye To my love I didn't mean to make him cry I didn't realise that I had love Now I need him by my side
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Everything depends on you Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Bring him back to me And make my dreams come true
You should have told this fool To stop it You should have made this blind girl see I got my pride back in my pocket Won't you bring him back to me?
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Everything depends on you Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Can't you make him see We need each other? I'm no good alone I really really, really love him Bring him back to me And make my dreams come true
Oh, hey, Mr. Dream Merchant Can't you make him see We need each other? I'm no good alone I really, really love him Bring him back to me And make my dreams come true
Gli Altri Siamo Noi English Title: We Are All The Same Composer(s): Giancarlo Bigazzi; Umberto Tozzi Performer(s): Umberto Tozzi
Non sono stato mai più solo di così è notte ma vorrei che fosse presto lunedì con gli altri insieme a me per fare la città con gli altri chiusi in se che si aprono al sole come fiori quando si risvegliano, si rivestono quando escono, partono, arrivano ci somigliano, angeli avvoltoi come specchi gli occhi nei volti perché gli altri siamo noi
I muri vanno giù al soffio di un'idea Allah come Gesù in chiesa o dentro una moschea e gli altri siamo noi, ma qui sulla stessa via vigliaccamente eroi, lasciamo indietro i pezzi di altri noi che ci aspettano e si chiedono perché nascono e subito muoiono forse rondini, foglie d'Africa, ci sorridono di malinconia tutti vittime di carnefici tanto prima o poi gli altri siamo noi Quando cantano, quando cadono, gli altri siamo noi In questo mondo gli altri siamo noi Quando nascono, quando muoiono, gli altri siamo noi Gli altri siamo noi Noi che stiamo in comodi deserti di appartamenti e di tranquillità lontani dagli altri, ma tanto prima o poi gli altri siamo noi In questo mondo piccolo oramai gli altri siamo noi
Si gli altri siamo noi fra gli Indios e gli Indù ragazzi in farmacia che ormai non ce la fanno più famiglie di operai licenziati dai robot e zingari dell'est in villette di periferia siamo tutti vittime dei carnefici tanto prima o poi gli altri siamo noi In questo mondo gli altri siamo noi Quando sparano, quando sperano, gli altri siamo noi In questo mondo piccolo oramai gli altri siamo noi In questo mondo gli altri siamo noi
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) (Simon and Garfunkel)
The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feelin' Groovy) Composer(s): Paul Simon First release by: Simon and Garfunkel - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - C'est Bon La Vie (Nana Mouskouri) 1985 - The 59th Street Bridge Song - Feelin' Groovy (Japanese Version) (Pizzicato Five)
Slow down, you move too fast You got to make the morning last Just kicking down the cobble stones Looking for fun and feelin' groovy
Hello lamppost What cha knowing? I've come to watch your flowers growing Ain't cha got no rhymes for me? Doot-in' doo-doo Feelin' groovy
Got no deeds to do, No promises to keep I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all its petals on me Life, I love you All is groovy
Mr. Dieingly Sad Composer(s): Don Ciccone; The Critters Performer(s): The Critters; Lou Christie; Albert Garcia
Just a breeze will muss your hair But you smile away each little care And if the rain should make you blue You say tomorrow is anew Blue be your eyes, blonde your hair You realize beyond a care Life's in a hurry, but You've got no worry, you're So mystifyingly glad I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad
And when the leaves begin to fall Answering old winter's call I feel my tears, they fall like rain Weeping forth the sad refrain Blue, dark, and dim it may seem You mark a grin, a moonbeam Brightens your smile, pray tell me How all the while you can be So mystifyingly glad I'm Mr. Dieingly Sad
You say "take my hand and walk with me Wake this land and stop the sea Show me love, unlock All doors I'm yours"
Then the tide rolls up to shore I whisper low, "I love you more More than even you could know" Adore me do so I could show
Glendora Composer(s): Ray Stanley Performer(s): Perry Como; and various other artists
I'm in love with a dolly named Glendora She works in the winda' of a big department store-a Eyes of blue, hair like gold Never been young, but she'll never get old Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
Oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
She's so shy that I don't know how I found her With three big body guards always working around her One just nods, and two just grins and three's got a mouth full of safety pins Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
(You, more of you Oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you More of you)
I stand left, and I stand right Out of my head, 'cause I'm out of sight Oh, Glendora, I wanna see more of you
Late last night at the store they did some changin' And I stood watchin' when they started re-arrangin' She lost her wig, she lost her arms And when they got through She lost all of her charms Oh, Glendora, what did they do to you
(What'd they do What'd they do What'd they do Oh, oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora Or, Glendora, oh, what did they do to you What'd they do What'd they do What'd they do Oh, oh, Glendora Oh, oh, Glendora Oh, Glendora, oh, what did they do to you Do to you Oh, what did they do to you)
Mr. Custer Composer(s): Fred Darian; Al DeLory; Joseph Van Winkle Performer(s): Larry Verne; Charlie Drake
(That famous day in history) (The men of the 7th Cavalry went riding on) (And from the rear a voice was heard) (A brave young man with a trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go Hey, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go I had a dream last night about the comin' fight Somebody yelled "Attack!" And there I stood with a arrow in my back
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (Forward, Ho-o-o-o-o!) Oooohhhh
Look at them bushes out there, they're movin' And there's a injun behind every one Hey, Mr. Custer, you mind if I be excused the rest of the afternoon? Hey Charlie, Duck Yer Head!! (Sound of arrow whizzing by) Hmm, you're a little bit late on that one, Charlie Whooh, I bet that smarts!
(They were sure of victory (The men of the 7th Cavalry, as they rode on) (But then from the rear a voice was heard) (That same brave voice with the trembling word rang loud and clear)
What am I doin' here?
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go Listen, Mr. Custer, please don't make me go There's a redskin waitin' out there, just fixin to take my hair A coward I've been called, cuz I don't wanna wind up dead or bald
Please Mr. Custer, I don't wanna go (Forward, Ho-o-o-o-o!) Oooohhhh
I wonder what the injun word for friend is Let's see....friend.....kemo sabe, that's it Kemo Sabe!, Hey Out There, Kemo Sabe!
No, that itn't it Look at 'em out there Runnin' around like a bunch of wild Indians, heh-heh Nah, this ain't no time for jokin'
