Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Tengo Miedo De Volver Performer(s): Fernando Ubiergo
Su sensación, su calidez su corazón, mi palidez Sólo una vez se puede amar como esa vez Sólo una vez, cerca del mar
Su sensación, mi soledad su corazón, mi vanidad No sé qué fue, no sé lo que pasó ahora yo vuelvo a ese lugar con temor de no sentirte una vez más una vez más, cerca del mar una vez más Tal vez, pueda entender que nuestro amor, fue sólo el mar
La sensación al regresar Ese temor de no encontrar su corazón, su voz, su claridad un beso suyo junto al mar Su sensación, su calidez su corazón, mi palidez No sé qué fue, no sé, lo que pasó ahora yo vuelvo a ese lugar con temor de no sentirte una vez más una vez más, cerca del mar una vez más Tal vez pueda entender que nuestro amor fue sólo el mar
My One And Only Highland Fling Composer(s): Harry Warren; Ira Gershwin Performer(s): Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers and various other artists
Fred: Though we're called a people of serious mind 'Tis often we dance, 'tis often we sing
Ginger: And bein' as human as all human-kind We arrren't superior to havin' a fling
Fred: I'm taking the fling of a lifetime
Ginger: The fling of a husband and wife-time
Fred: A-when I a-went rrromancing I a-gave no thought to any wedding rrring Every bonnie lassie was My highland fling
A-no chance was I chancing I' a-m not the man ya dangle on a strrring I was canny waitin' for the Rrreal, rrreal thing
A-though I danced each girrrl in a twist and a-twirrrl Ney one would do And I went a-my way 'til the fatal day In the fling I was flung a-with you Ohhhh....
Now my hearrrt is prancin' A-gay as a larrrk and happy as a king The yearrrs I'll weatherrr, in the hame on the heatherrr With my one and only highland fling
I thought you werrre fallin' for Andy MacPherson
Ginger: Ney, ney. He became an impossible person But what about you and that Connie MacKenzie?
Fred: She talked when I putted and drrrove me to frenzie But what of the lad known as Bobby MacDougal?
Ginger: It pays to be thrifty, but he was too frugal And werrren't ya daft about Megan McDerrmot?
Fred: I tasted her cooking T'would make me a hermit How jealous I was of McDonald McCutcheon
Ginger: His neck had a head on, but therrre wasn't much in
Fred: And what about Sandy?
Ginger: His hands were too handy And wasn't therrre a Jenny?
Fred: I'm not wantin' any... I'm not wantin' any but you
Ginger: When I went a-dancin' No special lad I was encourrragin' Every lackly laddie was My highland fling
No glance I was glancin' Well, nothin' rrreally worth a-mentionin' Hopin', watchin', waitin' for the Rrreal, rrreal thing
Though they spoke me soft in the moonlit oft' Ney one would do 'Til it came to pass to this lucky lass In a fling I was flung with you Ohhh....
Now my hearrrt is prrrancin' Nothin' about ya I'd be alterin' The yearrrs I'll weatherrr, in the hame on the heatherrr With me one and only highland fling
Gravy Waltz Composer(s): Ray Brown; Steve Allen Performer(s): Joe Williams; and various other artists
Pretty mammas in the kitchen this glorious day Smell the gravy simmerin nearly half a mile away Lady morning glory, I say good morning to you Chirpy little chickadee told me that my baby was true
Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Gonna get a taste before it goes to waste This honeybees humming Mister Weeping Willow, Im through with all of my faults cause my babys ready to do the ever new gravy waltz
Well, she really ran to get her frying pan When she saw me coming Im gonna get a taste before it goes to waste This honeybees humming Mister Weeping Willow, Im through with all of my faults cause my babys ready to do the ever new gravy waltz
Mr Weeping Willow, Im through with all of my faults cause my baby is ready to do the ever new gravy Mmm, nice gravy dear, waltz
Tengo Los Pies De Viento Performer(s): Victor Heredia
Tengo los pies de viento y el corazón de cielo para andar los caminos por donde va mi pueblo Mil cosas me detienen pero otras mil me empujan y elevo mi guitarra llena de primaveras para cantar con ella las coplas de mi gente Cómo explicarte a ti Antonia Jesús Heredia cómo explicarte a ti a ti madre querida si eres pura simpleza simple como mi pueblo sangre de mi semilla Que tengo pies de viento y corazón de cielo para andar los caminos por donde va mi pueblo Cómo explicarte a ti mi padre querido amigo cómo explicarte a ti lo que siento y escucho cómo explicarte a ti si eres lo que yo canto lo que me duele y grito sangre de mi semilla Que tengo pies de viento y corazón de cielo para andar los caminos por donde va mi pueblo Cómo explicarte a ti mi dulce compañera cómo explicarte a ti si tú ya me conoces cómo explicarte a ti si eres la luz del día donde ilumino el canto sangre de mi semilla Que tengo pies de viento y corazón de cielo para andar los caminos por donde va mi pueblo por donde va mi pueblo mi pueblo, mi pueblo, mi pueblo...
(C'mon baby, I need gravy!) Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Gravy tonight
I know you danced the mash potato fine But that don't show me that you're really mine What's your dancin' without romancin'? So put that somethin' extra on the line!
Gimme gravy On my mash potatoes Gimme gravy C'mon and treat me right Gimme gravy Baby, you're the greatest So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Gravy tonight
I dig this twistin' but I want some more There's somethin' missin' while we're on the floor C'mon baby, I want some gravy A little kissing's what I'm waiting for
Gimme gravy On my mash potatoes Gimme gravy C'mon and treat me right Gimme (Gravy) Baby, you're the greatest So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Gravy tonight Yeah!
Now when the mash potato's finally through There's lots of groovy, gravy things to do Lots of lovin', kiss and huggin' I wanna ride that gravy train with you
Gimme gravy On my mash potatoes Gimme gravy C'mon and hold me tight Gimme gravy Baby, you're the greatest So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gravy tonight
Gimme gravy On my mash potatoes Gimme gravy C'mon and treat me right Gimme gravy
Baby, you're the greatest So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme Gravy tonight Gimme...
Tenez-Vous Bien Composer(s): Salvatore Adamo Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Pour une fois je m'étais décidé à semer mes principes Pour une fois je m'étais écrié ce soir je m'émancipe Très sûr de moi j'avais mes beaux souliers j'suis entré dans la danse Y avait pas d'quoi être maître de ballet pour garder la cadence
Tenez-vous bien les poupées car ce soir je suis plein d'idées folles Tenez-vous bien les poupées car ce soir je prends la parole
Là devant moi y avait une de ces filles comme on colle aux affiches Au fond de moi y avait comme un génie qui me criait: chiche! Et c'est ainsi que bravant la fumée je lui lance une illade Je suis verni car la belle subjuguée tombe dans l'embuscade
Crénom de nom! fallait-il que je l'aime pour suer de la sorte Sacré démon qui faisait rimer je t'aime avec va vers la porte
Tenez-vous bien les poupées car ce soir je suis plein d'idées folles Tenez-vous bien les poupées car ce soir je prends la parole
Il est trois heures je suis seul dans mon coin garçon encore un, vite! Ayez bon cur ce n'est si bien je veux vivre la suite Remontez donc cette fichue machine à fabriquer les rêves J'ai d'quoi payer, je travaille à l'usine encore un et j'me lève
Tenez-vous bien les poupées car ce soir je suis plein d'idées folles Tenez-vous bien les poupées car ce soir je prends la parole Tenez-vous bien les poupées car ce soir je suis plein d'idées folles Tenez-vous bien les poupées car ce soir je prends la parole...
Everybody told me summer love wont last When Im back in school Youll be in the past But I know that just could never be No, no, no, no
So darling Wont you be my one and only Wont you, wont you Wont you, wont you My darling Wont you Call me if youre lonely Wont you, wont you Wont you, wont you
Sha-la-la, ooh, sha-la-la, ooh, Sha-la-la, ooooh,
Maybe we will meet next year again Walking in the sand This cant be the end I will love you for eternity No, no, no, no
So darling Wont you be my one and only Wont you, wont you Wont you, wont you My darling Wont you Call me if youre lonely Wont you, wont you Wont you, wont you
And even though youre far away Ill never forget you now or any day Doo doo doo doo
Wont You Wont you be my one and only Wont you, wont you Wont you, wont you My darling Wont you call me if youre lonely Wont you, wont you Wont you, wont you
Graveyard Train Composer(s): John Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival; Steve Wynn
On the highway, thirty people lost their lives On the highway, thirty people lost their lives Well, I had some words to holler, and my Rosie took a ride
In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin on In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin on Flyin through the crossroads, Rosie ran into the hound
For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone Mister undertaker, take this coffin from my home
In the midnight, hear me cryin out her name In the midnight, hear me cryin out her name Im standin on the railroad, waitin for the graveyard train
On the highway, thirty people turned to stone On the highway, thirty people turned to stone Oh, take me to the station, cause Im number thirty-one
Tenement Symphony Composer(s): Hal Borne - Sid Kuller - Ray Golden Performer(s): Tony Martin and multiple other artists
Schubert wrote a symphony Too bad he didnt finish it Gershwin took a chord in G Proceeded to diminish it I sought a variation on a theme that I thought pretty And I found my inspiration on the east side of the city
The Cohens and the Kellys The Campbells and Vermicellis All form a part of my tenement symphony
The Cohens pianola The Kellys and their victrola All warm the heart of my tenement symphony
The Campbells come tumblin down the stairs Hoodlie-ah, hoodlie-ah, hoodlie-ah Oh Marie, oh Marie Youll be late for your date with Izzy
And from this confusion I dreamed of a grand illusion Its my tenement symphony in four flats
And from this confusion I dreamed of a grand illusion Its my tenement symphony in four flats
My Old Timey Baby Composer(s): Dan Hicks Performer(s): Dan Hicks
Dan: My, you girls are sure lookin' nice tonight Girls: Thanks, Dan Dan: Yeah, you remind me of a girl who lives in my apartment complex Girls: Oh, Yeah? Dan: Really I don't know where she does her shoppin', but man what style!
She's a bit old timey, but that's alright with me She wears a dress of velvet that hangs below her knees, her knees She's a bit old-fashioned, as all the world can see The cameo she wears upon her bosom, puts me in ecstasy, ecstasy Yes she's her own grandmother, that's what they're telling me But my old timey baby is swell enough for me, you see...
She plays her old victrola The lamp is low, kerosene you know We lie upon her bed The patchwork quilt beneath her head Or while her wheel is spinning She sews some lace or we embrace Or when we go out strolling, the world can plainly see That my old timey baby is swell enough, she's young enough She's hip enough for me...
Gratification Composer(s): Robert B. Sherman; Richard M. Sherman Performer(s): Johnny Whitaker
Boys Chorus: You call this work? Well, ain't that funny We ain't doin' this for money Heck, it's just a regular Privilege to be occupied It's a source of pride Anyone can swim and fish on a Saturday Anyone can just lay down Layin' in a hammock, Layin' in the grass Like a lazy, no-good hound
Tom: They just know that I'm softhearted I was barely getting' started Now I'm givin' all of my fun away They keep beggin' me And I'm generous
I mean, when's the last time You could slosh a bucket Full of wash on a mile of fence? Look at them smilin' And havin' a time And all at my expense
Boys Chorus: And you get that deep down inside gratifaction Gratifyin' satisfac Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction Oh, how good you feel When your shoulder's to the wheel
You don't need nothin' except ambition Elbow grease for ammunition And bang, what a righteous glow you get From honest sweat, It's a natural bet
Anyone who puts his Nose to the grindstone Is gonna get a great reward Your eyes will see the glory of The coming of the Lord
And you get that deep-down inside gratifaction Pure enjoyment from employ Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction Oh, how good you feel When your shoulder's to the wheel
You don't need nothin' except ambition Elbow grease for ammunition And bang, what a righteous glow you get From honest sweat It's a natural bet
Anyone who puts his Nose to the grindstone Is gonna get a great reward Your eyes will see the glory of The coming of the Lord
And you get that deep-down inside gratifaction And you get that deep down inside gratifaction Gratifyin' satisfac Well, I mean that deep-down inside gratifaction Oh, how good you feel When your shoulder's to the wheel
My Old Man's A Dustman Composer(s): Peter Buchanan; Lonnie Donegan; Beverley Thorne Performer(s): Lonnie Donegan and various other artists
Now here's a little story To tell it is a must About an unsung hero That moves away your dust
Some people make a fortune Others earn a mint My old man don't earn much In fact he's flippin' skint
Oh, my old man's a dustman He wears a dustman's hat He wears cor-blimey trousers And he lives in a council flat He looks a proper nana In his great big hobnail boots He's got such a job to pull them up That he calls 'em daisy roots
Some folks give tips at Christmas And some of them forget So when he picks their bins up He spills some on the step Now one old man got nasty And to the council wrote Next time my old man went round there He punched him up the throat
Oh my old man's a dustman He wears a dustman's hat He wears cor-blimey trousers And he lives in a council flat
Lonnie: I say, I say, Les Les: Yes? Lonnie: I, er, I found a police dog in my dustbin Les: Well how do you do know he's a police dog? Lonnie: He had a policeman with him
Though my old man's a dustman He's got an 'eart of gold, He got married recently Though he's eighty-six years old We said "'Ere, hang on, Dad You're getting past your prime" He said "Well, when you get to my age It helps to pass the time"
Oi! My old man's a dustman He wears a dustman's hat He wears cor-blimey trousers And he lives in a council flat
Lonnie: I say, I say, I say! Les: Huh? Lonnie: My dustbin's full of lilies Les: Well throw 'em away then! Lonnie: I can't: Lily's wearing them
Now one day whilst in a hurry He missed a lady's bin He hadn't gone but a few yards When she chased after him "What game do you think you're playing?" She cried right from the 'eart "You've missed me, am I too late?" "No, jump up on the cart!"
Oi! My old man's a dustman He wears a dustman's hat He wears cor-blimey trousers And he lives in a council flat
Lonnie: I say, I say, I say! Les: Not you again! Lonnie: My dustbin's absolutely full with toadstools Les: How do you know it's full? Lonnie: 'Cos there's not mushroom inside
He found a tiger's head one day Nailed to a piece of wood The tiger looked like miserable But I suppose he should Just then from out a window A voice began to wail It said "Oi! Where's me tiger's head?" "Four foot from his tail"
Oh my old man's a dustman He wears a dustman's hat He wears cor-blimey trousers And he lives in a council flat Next time you see a dustman Looking all pale and sad Don't kick him in the dustbin It might be my old dad
Grasshopper Mac Clain Composer(s): Stuart Hamblen Performer(s): Jimmy Dean
Me and that navy ain't speakin' at sailin' I tell you I'm through On the advice of a doc I got me a shock I had to have somethin' to do These nerves I got are from soakin' too long when the ship got hit by a plane And right here about four years back I met Grasshopper MacClain The sun was a burnin' and the desert red hot when his mother drove in with a flat She went inside to cool off with a beer and I saw her kid in the back He lay on the seat in the swelterin' heat with hair the color of flame A red headed mite but smilin' and bright was little ol' Grasshopper MacClain I fixed her tyre and was totin' him round when she asked me how much she owed I just laughed and said boy I settle for him And to my surprice she drove off down the road I figured she'd sober and come hurryin' back but for three long years she never came And all that time I was mother and dad to little ol' Grasshopper MacClain I'd tell him of ships I'd sailed on the seas when I put him in bed at night And that freckle faced kid was as sharp as a tack and quick as a mate for a fight I thought I'd wait till he growed a bit and let him pick out his own name One day he came in with a bug in his hand and he said me Grasshopper MacClain Oh he'd mimic my walk and he'd mimic my talk Like my shadow he just tagged me around Even had to be checked every time I was checked by the navy doc over the town The doc'd laugh and thump his little ole chest and say feller you're right as rain Then he'd turn to me and tell me that I'd be a new man Thanks to Grasshopper MacClain I guess you wonder why I'm tellin' you this well that's why I'm here doin' time For a bang and a sheriff and a red headed dame that came to take what was mine Oh but you should've seen the way he fought you could tell that kid was navy trained But this lonely cell wouldn't be so much like hell if I only had Grasshopper MacClain
Tenderness On The Block Composer(s): Jackson Browne - Warren Zevon Performer(s): Warren Zevon; Shawn Colvin
Mama, where's your pretty little girl tonight Trying to run before she can walk - that's right She's growing up She has a young man waiting She's growing up She has a young man waiting Wide eyes She'll be street-wise To the lies And the jive talk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block
Daddy, don't you ask her when she's coming in And when she's home don't ask her where she's been She's going out She has a young man waiting She's going out Can't keep her young man waiting She'll be okay Let her have her day It's a long way It's a long walk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block
I know how much it hurts to see her go She has a mind of her own, you know She's all grown up She has a young man waiting She's all grown up She has a young man waiting She was wide-eyed Now she's street-wise To the lies And the jive talk She'll find true love And tenderness on the block She'll find true love And tenderness on the block
My Old Man (Said Follow The Van) (aka Don't Dilly Dally On The Way)
Composer(s): Charles Collins - Fred W. Leigh
Performer(s): Mary Lloyd
We had to move away
'Cos the rent we couldn't pay
The moving van came round just after dark
There was me and my old man
Shoving things inside the van
Which we'd often done before, let me remark
We packed all that could be packed
In the van, and that's a fact
And we got inside all that we could get inside
Then we packed all we could pack
On the tailboard at the back
Till there wasn't any room for me to ride
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
And you can't trust a "Special"
Like the old-time copper
When you can't find your way home
I gave a helping hand
With the marble wash hand-stand
And straight, we wasn't getting on so bad
All at once, the car-man bloke
Had an accident and broke
Well, the nicest bit of china that we had
You'll understand, of course
I was cross about the loss
Same as any other human woman would
But I soon got over that
What with "two out" and a chat
'Cos it's little things like that what does you good
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
Oh! I'm in such a mess
I don't know the new address
Don't even know the blessed neighbourhood
And I feel as if I might
Have to stay out here all night
And that ain't a goin' to do me any good
I don't make no complaint
But I'm coming over faint
What I want now's a good substantial feed
And I sort 'o kind 'o feel
If I don't soon have a meal
I shall have to rob the linnet of its seed!
My old man said: "Foller the van
And don't dilly-dally on the way"
Off went the van wiv me 'ome packed in it
I walked be'ind wiv me old cock linnet
But I dillied and dallied
Dallied and dillied
Lost me way and don't know where to roam
Grantchester Meadows Composer(s): Roger Waters Performer(s): Pink Floyd
Icy wind of night, be gone This is not your domain In the sky a bird was heard to cry Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds Belied a deathly silence that lay all around Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow I lay me down All around me Golden sunflakes settle on the ground Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow I lay me down All around me Golden sunflakes covering the ground Basking in the sunshine of a by gone afternoon Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room Hear the lark and hearken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea
Tenderness Composer(s): Bernard Edwards - Nile Rodgers Performer(s): Diana Ross
Tenderness is the best Tenderness I confess Tenderness is the best Tenderness nothin' less
Love me with a tender touch Kindness I need very much It is so hard for me to trust But deep inside I know I must
Love me all through the night Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight Be sweet, make me unafraid 'Cause tonight I'll play with you Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best Tenderness I confess Tenderness is the best Tenderness nothin' less
Love me, try to be understanding Tenderness is all that I'm asking Don't feel like I'm making conditions I wanna to overcome my inhibitions
Love me all through the night Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight Be sweet, make me unafraid 'Cause tonight I'll play with you Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best Tenderness I confess Tenderness is the best Tenderness nothin' less Love me with the tender touch Kindness I need very much It is so hard for me to trust But deep inside I know I must
Love me all through the night Hug me 'till the first rays of sunlight Be sweet, make me unafraid 'Cause tonight I'll play with you Please be gentle
Love me Kindness Love me Hug me Please be gentle
Tenderness is the best Tenderness I confess Tenderness is the best Tenderness nothin' less Tenderness is the best Tenderness I confess Tenderness is the best Tenderness nothin' less Try to be understanding Try to be understanding
Old Kentucky Home Composer(s): Randy Newman Performer(s): Randy Newman
Turpentine and dandelion wine I've turned the corner and I'm doin' fine Shootin' at the birds on the telephone line Pickin' em off with my gun of mine I got a fire in my belly And a fire in my head Goin' higher and higher Until I'm dead
Sister Sue, she's short and stout She didn't grow up - she grew out Papa says she's plain but he'ss just bein' kind Mama thinks she's pretty but she's almost blind Don't let her out much 'cept at night But I don't care 'cause I'm all right
Oh, the sun shines bright on My Old Kentucky Home And the young folks roll on the floor Oh, the sun shines bright on My Old Kentucky Home Keep them hard times away from my door
Brother Gene, he's big and mean And he don't have much to say He had a little woman who he whupped each day But now she's gone away He got drunk last night Kicked mama down the stairs But I'm all right so I don't care
Oh, the sun shines bright on My Old Kentucky Home And the young folks roll on the floor Oh, the sun shines bright on My Old Kentucky Home Keep them hard times away from my door
