Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Deadwood Stage Composer(s): Sammy Fain - Paul Francis Webster Performer(s): Doris Day and multiple other artists
Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-rolling on over the plains With the curtains flappin and the driver a-snappin the reins A beautiful sky, a wonderful day Whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away
Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-headin on over the hills Where the Injun arrows are thicker than porcupine quills Dangerous land, no time to delay So, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away
Were headed straight for town Loaded down with a fancy cargo Care of Wells & Fargo, Illinois, boy
Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-comin on over the crest Like a homing-pigeon thats a-hankerin after its nest Twenty-three miles weve covered today So, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away
Introducing Henry Miller Just as busy as a fizzy sasparilla Aint a showman any smarter operates the Golden Garter When the cream of Deadwood City comes to dine And Im glad to say hes a friend of mine Hi Joe, say, where dya get them fancy clothes I know, off some fellas laundry line Hi Beau, arent you a prairie rose Smellin like a watermelon vine Heres a man the sheriff watches On his gun theres more than twenty-seven notches On the draw theres no one faster and youre flirting with disaster When Bill Hickoks reputation you malign And Im glad to say hes a very good friend of a friend of mine
Carolina In The Morning
Composer(s): Walter Donaldson - Gus Kahn
First performance/First recording by: Willie & Eugene Howard - 1922/Marion Harris - 1922
Covered by multiple other artists
"Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina"
Wishing is good time wasted Still it's a habit they say Wishing for sweet's I've tasted That's all I do all day Maybe there's nothing in wishing But, speaking of wishing I'll say
Nothing could be finer Than to be in Carolina In the morning
No one could be sweeter Than my sweetie when I meet her In the morning
When the morning glories Twine around the door Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more Strolling with my girlie Where the dew is pearly early In the morning
Butterflies all flutter up And kiss each little buttercup At dawning If I had Alladin's lamp For only a day I'd make a wish And here's what I'd say
Nothing could be finer Than to be in Carolina In the morning
Dreaming was meant for night time I live in dreams all the day I know it's not the right time But still I dream away What could be sweeter than dreaming Just dreazming and drift away
Nothing could be finer Than to be in Carolina In the morning
No one could be sweeter Than my sweetie when I meet her In the morning
When the morning glories Twine around the door Whispering pretty stories I long to hear once more Strolling with my girlie Where the dew is pearly early In the morning
Butterflies all flutter up And kiss each little buttercup At dawning If I had Alladin's lamp For only a day I'd make a wish And here's what I'd say
Nothing could be finer Than to be in Carolina In the morning
Flamenco Des Flandres Performer(s): Georges Moustaki
Mille ans déjà que je suis là Sur la terre des Flandres Soldat du roi, sans foi ni loi Sans plus rien attendre Soldat qui n'a que ses dix doigts Pour jouer sur sa guitare Le flamenco, dernier écho D'un reste de mémoire
Dans mon pays, là-bas très loin Entre la mer et la montagne Il y a la fille que j'aimais bien Qui devait être ma compagne
Les filles d'ici sont bien jolies On en oublie la guerre Leurs yeux sont bleus et leurs cheveux Plus blonds que la lumière Pour s'enivrer, au cabaret On s'offre du genièvre Mais rien n'y fait pour étouffer L'air qui monte à mes lèvres
Dans mon pays, là-bas très loin Entre la mer et la montagne Il y a la fille que j'aimais bien Qui devait être ma compagne
Mais si je meurs au champ d'honneur Dites à mes camarades Qu'ils ne fassent pas sonner le glas Aux cloches de Grenade
Pour demander l'éternité Suffit d'une guitare Et quelque part une fille en noir Qui me garde en mémoire
"En mi país ahi muy lejo Mentre il mar e la montaña Esta la niña que io quería"
D-Day Dodgers Performer(s): Ian Campbell Folk Group - 1966 and multiple other artists
There is a song the Eighth Army used to sing Marching through the desert, marching with a swing But now they're on a different game Although the tune is still the same The words have all been altered The words we're singing still...
We're the D-Day Dodgers, here in Italy Drinking all the vino, always on a spree We didn't land with Eisenhower And so they think we're just a shower For we're the D-Day Dodgers Out here in Italy
We're the D-Day dodgers, out here in Italy Always drinking vino, always on a spree Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks We go to war in ties, like swanks We are the D-Day Dodgers Way out in Italy
Here's to Lady Astor, our pin up girl out here She's the dear old lady, who sends us such good beer And when we get our Astor band We'll be the proudest in the land For we're the D-Day Dodgers Out here in Italy
We landed in Salerno, a holiday with pay Jerry brought the band out to cheer us on our way Showed us the sights and gave us tea We all sang songs, the beer was free To welcome D-Day Dodgers To sunny Italy
Salerno and Cassino, were taken in our stride We didn't go to fight there, we went there for the ride Anzio and Sanzio were just names We only went to look for dames The artful D-Day Dodgers Out here in Italy
Around Lake Trasimano, we had a lovely time Bags of wine and women, they didn't cost a dime Base wallahs, amgot and the Yanks All stayed in Rome to dodge the tanks For we're the D-Day Dodgers Out here in Italy
We stayed a week in Florence, polished off the wine Then thumbed our way to Rimini, through the Gothic Line Soon to Bologna we will go When Jerry's gone across the Po For we're the D-Day Dodgers The lads that D-Day dodged
We hear the boys in France are going home on leave After six months service, it's a shame they're not relieved But we can carry on out here For what may be a few more years For we're the D-Day Dodgers Out here in Italy
Once we heard a rumour we were going home Back to dear old Blighty, never more to roam Then someone said in France you'll fight We answered: "No, we'll just sit tight!" For we're the D-Day Dodgers The lads that D-Day dodged
When the war is over and we've done our bit Climbing over mountains, through mud and sleet and Then we will all be sent out east Till B.L.A. have been released For we're the D-Day Dodgers, Out here in Italy.
Forgotten by the many, remembered by the few We'd our armistice when an armestice was new One million Germans gave up to us We finished our war without much fuss For we're the D-Day Dodgers Out here in Italy
Dearest Lady Astor, you think you're mighty hot Standing on the platform, talking tommyrot Dear England's sweetheart and her pride We think your mouth's too bleedin' wide >From all the D-Day Dodgers In sunny Italy
If you look around the mountains in the mud and rain You'll find scattered crosses, some which bear no name Heart break and toil and suffering gone The boys beneath them slumber on For they're the D-Day Dodgers Who stayed in Italy
Carolina In My Mind
Composer(s): James Taylor
First release by: James Taylor - 1968
Covered by multiple other artists
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina Can't you see the sunshine Can't you just feel the moonshine Maybe just like a friend of mine It hit me from behind Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
Karin she's a silver sun You best walk her way and watch it shinin' Watch her watch the mornin' come A silver tear appearing now I'm cryin' Ain't I goin' to Carolina in my mind
There ain't no doubt it no ones mind That loves the finest thing around Whisper something soft and kind And hey babe the sky's on fire, I'm dyin' Ain't I goin' to Carolina in my mind
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina Can't you see the sunshine Can't you just feel the moonshine Maybe just like a friend of mine It hit me from behind Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
Dark and silent last last night I think I might have heard the highway calling Geese in flight and dogs that bite Signs that might be omens say I going, going I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
With a holy host of others standing 'round me Still I'm on the dark side of the moon And it seems like it goes on like this forever You must forgive me If I'm up and gone to Carolina in my mind
In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina Can't you see the sunshine Can't you just feel the moonshine Maybe just like a friend of mine It hit me from behind Yes I'm goin' to Carolina in my mind
We didn't know what love was all about till little Dagny came to town Now we're sitting in her coffee shop dunkin' doughnuts all day long All of us singing desperately
Dagny, come back and spill wow-wow-wow- -Dagny, one more refill Listen to my heart sing Trala-diddle dill
Such a beauty we had never seen so we began to plot and scheme The best of friends in Dagny's coffee shop becoming rivals for this dream to see who was the first to win the love of
Carolina Hard Core Ecstasy
Composer(s): Frank Zappa
Performer(s): Frank Zappa; The Muffin Men
I coulda swore her hair was made of rayon
She wore a Milton Bradley Crayon
But she was something I could lay on
Can't remember what became of me ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
She put a Doobie Brothers tape on
(La la la la la-ahh la)
I had a Roger Daltrey cape on
(A Roger Daltrey cape on)
There was a bed I dumped her shape on
Can't remember what became of me ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
Somewhat later on
I woke up and she was gone
There was dew out on the lawn
In the sunrise
Later she came back
With a rumpled paper sack
Which she told me would contain
A surprise
She stuck her hand right in it to the bottom
Said she knew I'd be surprised she got 'em
Take a Charleston pimp to spot 'em
Then she gave a pair of shoes to me ...
Plastic leather, 14 triple D
I said: "I wonder what's the shoes for?"
She told me: "Don't you worry no more!"
And got right down there on the tile floor
Now Darling Stomp All Over Me! ...
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy
Is this something new
Having people stomp on you?
Is it what I need to do
For your pleasure?
(Yo' pleasure ... it's ... uh ... uh ... all I need)
"What is this, a quiz?
Don't you worry what it is
It is merely just a moment
I can treasure ..."
(What is ...?) (You know ...)
By ten o'clock her arms and legs were rendered
She couldn't talk 'cause her mouth had been extendered
Looked to me as though she had been blendered
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
Well ...
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
But was this abject misery?
No! No!
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
It might seem strange to Herb and Dee
Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!
The Days Of Sand And Shovels
Composer(s): Bud Reneau - Doyle Marsh
Performer(s): Bobby Vinton
and multiple other artists
When I noticed her the first time
I was outside running barefoot in the rain
She lived in the house next door
Her nose was pressed against the window pane
When I looked at her she smiled
And showed a place where two teeth used to be
And I heard her ask her mom
If she could come outside and play with me
Soon the days of sand and shovels
Gave way to the mysteries of life
Then I noticed she was changing
And I looked at her through different eyes
We became as one and knew a love
Without beginning or an end
And everyday I lived with her
Was like a new day dawning once again
And I've loved her since
Every doll was Shirley Temple
Soda pop was still a nickel
Jam was on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips
After many years our love grew silent
And at night I heard her cry
And when she left me in the fall
I knew that this would be our last goodbye
I was man enough to give her
Everything she needed for a while
But in searching for a pefect love
I found that I could not give her a child
Now she lives a quiet life
And is a mother of a little girl
And everytime I pass her house
My thoughts go back into another world
Cause I see her little girl
Her nose is pressed against the window pane
And she thinks I'm a lonely man
Who wants to come inside out of the rain
And I've loved her since
Every doll was Shirley Temple
Soda pop was still a nickel
Jam was on her fingertips
Milk was circled on her lips
Flambée Montalbanaise Composer(s): Gus Viseur Performer(s): André Minvielle; and various other artists
Oyez la mélodie Le fond du soir Un café Écoutez, c'est le blues Du coin le Gus y joue Du biniou Comm' fait Bach Pour une chanson Pucelle aux ailes déployées Rame, langue Albatros Pique et trame au papier Le cap et la falaise, balèze! J'écoutais montalbanaise Une envolée de braises Noyé, je m'eau de vie-gueur Viseur au coeur, liqueur soeur A cloche-pieds, cigarette Une bouffée volée, yé Au vent de la postérité Allez vas-y va Chaloupe ta mélopée Ma chanson de café Charlie passe Parker Et l'Gus au biniou Souffle aussi Comme Black au sax Si le be -bop à valser Devait sceller vos nuits Blues et Polka piquée Temps Tu nous réconcilies M'entends-tu d'accordéon? Monteille cétait tout petit Le paradis d'été Sambapathie, dada plouc On ramait bal d'amour flou Mais un souffle est dévoilé Une poussée bleue, d'envie M'accroche au cur, thank you Viseur
Et ceux, les "griff' le temps" Ont mis les doigts de cordes Apaches et Django Mississipi Didi guitare aussi m'a dit Et Paris loue, Paris prie Le tango bord de Marne Chavire la valsouze Intemporelle et blues
Goutte à goutte ces divines My lady valsées Filles et femmes tam-tam Au fil du temps Funambules et modernité (Comme) on jette à l'eau du calme Un caillou ricochet Par ondes d'ondes là Passe-passe l'écho Des papis d'au-delà du top Réveillez la mélodie, la chanson des cafés Vocalise la bob French Scat et valsez one more D'oc Comme un souffle dévoilé Une poussée bleue d'envie Accroche au cur, thank you Viseur
Il Volto Della Vita ((Adapted from: Days Of Pearly Spencer (David McWilliams) - 1967)) Composer(s): David McWilliams - Daiano - Mogol Performer(s): Caterina Caselli - 1968
Con il corpo sono qui Ma la mente mia non c'è Corre dietro a dei ricordi E chi la ferma píu
I miei occhi sono chiusi Ma ci vedo molto bene Son davanti ad una casa Entro e vedo te
Il volto della vita, ah ah Il volto dell'amore
Rose rosse alle pareti Giochi d'ombra sul tuo viso Come ali le mie braccia Si apron verso te
Ed ancora la mia mente Non è stanca di vagare E mi porta lungo il fiume E in fondo vedo te
Il volto della vita, ah ah Il volto dell'amore
Sei vestito un poco strano Ma d'altronde, come sempre Il mio cuore ti fa festa Solo a un passo da te
Ma qualcuno ha bussato E il mio viaggio è terminato Io mi alzo per aprire Apro e vedo te
Carolina Nos seus olhos fundos Guarda tanta dor A dor de todo esse mundo Eu já lhe expliquei que não vai dar Seu pranto não vai nada mudar Eu já convidei para dançar É hora, já sei, de aproveitar Lá fora, amor Uma rosa nasceu Todo mundo sambou Uma estrela caiu Eu bem que mostrei sorrindo Pela janela, ói que lindo Mas Carolina não viu
Carolina Nos seus olhos tristes Guarda tanto amor O amor que já não existe Eu bem que avisei, vai acabar De tudo lhe dei para aceitar Mil versos cantei pra lhe agradar Agora não sei como explicar Lá fora, amor Uma rosa morreu Uma festa acabou Nosso barco partiu Eu bem que mostrei a ela O tempo passou na janela Só Carolina não viu
Days Of Pearly Spencer ((Italian Version: Il Volto Della Vita (Caterina Caselli) - 1968)) Composer(s): David McWilliams First release by: David McWilliams - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoeless feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by a shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Through walls and cracks and leave no trace And daylight's brightness shuns
The days of Pearly Spencer The race is almost run
Nose pressed hard on frosted glass Gazing as the swollen mass On concrete fields where grows no grass Stumbles blindly on Iron trees smother the air But withering they stand and stare Through eyes that neither know nor care Where the grass is gone
The days of Pearly Spencer The race is almost run
Pearly where's your milk white skin What's that stubble on your chin It's buried in the rot gut gin You played and lost not won You played a house that can't be beat Now look your head's bowed in defeat You walked too far along the street Where only rats can run
The days of Pearly Spencer The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer The race is almost run The race is almost run
A tenement, a dirty street Remember worn and shoeless feet Remember how you stood to beat The way your life had gone So Pearly don't you shed more tears For those best forgotten years Those tenements are memories Of where you've risen from
Oh Dearne
((Adapted from: Carol (Chuck Berry) - 1958))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Bennie Jolink - Ferdy Jolij
Performer(s): Normaal - 1977
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - O Carole (Johnny Hallyday)
1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)
Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt
Loast kwam ik ow tegen in mien stamcafe Ik liep ow tegen 't lief op weg noar de plee Oh, nem me niet kwalijk, drink der eentjen van mien En nog gin uurtjen loater had ik ow . gezien Moar ik mocht der niet op, i-j zeijen later mischien En dat gezeik dat duurt now al 'n wehk of 10
Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt
Ik begin der van te balen want 't duurt te lang Van de pastoor of de dominee bun i-j toch niet bang I-j zegt da-j van mien hold, moar dat geleuf ik niet I-j wet niet wat i-j mist an wat hier recht op 't ende steet Gun mien toch een duik want ik krieg 't zo heet 't Is zo gebeurd, i-j wet hoe gauw dat geet
Oh, dearne, loat 's zien hoe goed a-j bunt Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt
Oh, dearntjen, goa-j met mien met noar buuten Oh, dearntjen, kom effe bi-j mien Ja, dearntjen ooh Wi-j bunt al wekken bezig Moar ik wet nog steeds niet wat i-j kunt...
Flagrant Délit Composer(s): V. Buggy; J. Lepers Performer(s): Herbert Léonard
J'aime le goût salé de ta peau Quand ton corps tout bronzé sort de l'eau Et ce parfum léger qui me rend fou J'aime tes yeux étranges qui sourient Quand tes lèvres me mangent comme un fruit Ce plaisir qui dérange autour de nous
Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse Encore tout éblouis de promesses Avoir envie de toi envie de nous Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout
J'aime te voir frémir sous mes doigts J'aime quand tu soupires contre moi Et mourir, mourir en toi J'aime les mots troublants des secrets Que tu murmures avant et après Qui font battre mon sang, trembler ma voix
J'aime quand tu gémis de plaisir Et toute anéantie te sentir Amoureusement blottie entre mes bras Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse Encore tout éblouis de promesses Avoir envie de toi envie de nous
Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout J'aime te voir frémir sous mes doigts J'aime quand tu soupires contre moi Et mourir, mourir en toi Pris en flagrant délit de tendresse J'aime quand tu mendies mes caresses Dans une ultime étreinte, oublier tout Pris en flagrant délit, oui
Days Of My Youth Composer(s): Kuiokalani Lee Performer(s): Don Ho and multiple other artists
Used to fly like the birds on the wings of the wind I have played in the sun with a joy deep within I had laughter as a toy and a sweet for my tooth In the beautiful days of my youth
Ev'ry one that I met was a friend, not a foe The fears I have learned way back then I didn't know Not one deed meant unkind, not one thought uncouth In the beautiful days of my youth
The time quickly passed, the years traveled on The hopes and the dreams have diminished and gone Now the child that I face, how familiar he seems He's wearing my eyes and living my dreams
Ah, my innocent child I'll spare the untruths Of the magical days, the bright shining days The beautiful days of your youth
Carol
Composer(s): Chuck Berry
First release by: Chuck Berry - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - O Carole (Johnny Hallyday)
1977 - Oh Dearne (Normaal)
1977 - Karola Petersen (Torfrock)
Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance If it takes me all night and day
Climb into my machine so we can groove on out I know some swinging little joint where we can jump and shout It's not too far back on the highway not so long a ride You park the car out in the open you can walk inside A little cutie takes your hat and you can thank her ma'am 'Cause every time you make the scene you find the joint is jammed
Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance If it takes me all night and day
Now, if you want to hear some music like the boys are playing Hold tight, bang your foot don't let it carry you away Don't let the heat overcome you when they play so loud Won't the music intrigue you when they get a crowd Well you can't dance I know you would you could I got my eyes on you, baby, cause you dance so good
Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I'm gonna learn to dance If it takes me all night and day
Oh, Carol Don't let him steal your heart away I've got to learn to dance If it takes me all night and day
