Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Modern World Composer(s): Paul Weller First release by: The Jam - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
This is a modern world, this is the modern world What kind of a fool do you think I am? You think I know nothing of the modern world
All my life has been the same I've learned to live by hate and pain It's my inspiration drive
I've learned more than you'll ever know Even at school I felt quite sure That one day I would be on top
And I'd look down upon the map The teachers who said I'd be nothing This is the modern world that I've learnt about
This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong This is the modern world
Say what you like 'cause I don't care I know where I am, and going too It's somewhere I won't preview
Don't have to explain myself to you I don't give two fucks about your review This is the modern world that I've learnt about
This is the modern world, we don't need no one To tell us what's right or wrong The modern world this is, this is, this is, this is, this is, this is, this is
Hey... we don't need no one, to tell us what's right or wrong
This is the modern world, this is the modern world
Chirpin' The Blues
Composer(s): Alberta Hunter
Performer(s): Alberta Hunter; Fletcher Henderson; Lena Wilson
I woke up this mornin', heard somebody calling me I woke up this mornin', heard somebody calling me My man had packed his grip, said he was leaving for Tennessee
Bad luck and trouble, looks like they're on me to stay Bad luck and trouble, looks like they're on me to stay But good luck is old fortune, and it's bound to fall my way
Lord I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long I said I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long It takes a worried woman to trust this worried song
If the blues where whiskey, I'd stay drunk all the time If the blues where whiskey, I'd stay drunk all the time Till the man I love would ease my troubled mind
Red Hot Composer(s): Frank Busey; John Duarte Performer(s): Mary Wilson
Ow! Red hot This feeling is red hot This feeling is red hot just for you Red hot The feeling is red hot This feeling is red hot just for you
If you find yourself at home Sitting all alone With nothing, with nothing to do Just pick up the phone And I'll be here at home Waiting, waiting to hear from you This feeling is red hot Too hot to stop This feeling is red hot Too hot to stop
Anytime at all Don't be afraid to call And baby, I'll coming running back to you Now I said anytime at all Don't be afraid to call And baby, I'll coming running back to you
Red hot The feeling is red hot This feeling is red hot just for you Red hot The feeling is red hot This feeling is red hot just for you This feeling is red hot Too hot to stop This feeling is red hot Too hot to stop
Anytime at all, now honey Don't be afraid to call, sugar And baby, I'll come running on back to you
Now listen to this, boy BEechwood 6-5789 Now you can call me any ole time 'Cause baby, I'll come running back to you
Anytime at all, now honey Don't be afraid to call, a-sugar A-baby, I'll come running back to you Red hot The feeling is red hot This feeling is red hot just for you
Anytime at all Don't be afraid to call I'll come running running Running running back to you
Beechwood 6-5789 You can call me any ole time 'Cause baby I'll come running back to you
Red hot Feeling red hot This feeling is red hot (baby) just for This feeling is red hot Feeling red hot This feeling is red hot (sugar) just for you (This feeling is) red hot Feeling red hot This feeling is red hot just for you Rock me baby, rock me, rock me
Anytime at all Don't be afraid to call I'll come running running Running running back to you
Chiquitita dis-moi pourquoi Quand la vie est triste à pleurer Tu gardes au fond de toi Tant de larmes et tant de secrets C'est l'automne d'un premier amour Mais l'amour tu sais n'y est pour rien Il y a toujours Un nouveau printemps qui revient
Chiquitita je sais trop bien La blessure d'un premier chagrin Fait mal très longtemps Mais tout passe avec le temps Et le temps dépasse Et remet l'amour à sa place Chiquitita je sais comme toi Le premier bonheur qui s'en va Fait mal très longtemps Mais tu vas chanter encore Et chanter plus fort Chanter pour toi Chiquitita
Chiquitita ferme les yeux Mets ta tête au creux de mes bras Là tu vas t'endormir Tout comme autrefois On n'oublie pas mais tu verras Tu vas retrouver ton sourire Demain tu voleras Dans le ciel de ton avenir
Chiquitita je sais trop bien La blessure d'un premier chagrin Fait mal très longtemps Mais tout passe avec le temps Et le temps dépasse Et remet l'amour à sa place Chiquitita je sais comme toi Le premier bonheur qui s'en va Fait mal très longtemps Mais tu vas chanter encore Et chanter plus fort Chanter pour toi Chiquitita
Chanter fort Et chanter encore Chanter pour toi Chiquitita
Chanter fort Et chanter encore Chanter pour toi Chiquitita
Red Bird Composer(s): Leadbelly Performer(s): Leadbelly; Arlo Guthrie; Pete Seeger
Red Bird soon in the morning, Red Bird soon in the morning Red Bird soon in the morning, Red Bird soon in the morning Red Bird, Red Bird soon in the morning, Red Bird, Red Bird soon in the morning Red Bird, Red Bird soon in the morning, Red Bird, Red Bird soon in the morning What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning? What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning? What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning? What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning? Cat got the Red Bird, soon in the morning Cat got the Red Bird, soon in the morning Cat got the Red Bird, soon in the morning Hawk got the Red Bird, soon in the morning Hawk got the Red Bird, soon in the morning Hawk got the Red Bird, soon in the morning What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning What's the matter with the Red Bird, soon in the morning Red Bird's gone, that's soon in the morning Red Bird's gone, that's soon in the morning Red Bird's gone, that's soon in the morning
The Modern Adventures Of Plato, Diogenes And Freud
The Modern Adventures Of Plato, Diogenes And Freud Composer(s): Al Kooper Performer(s): Blood, Sweat & Tears
Father of my morning Once my child to the night I see that you have minds to cop And I can only watch the sickened sorrow
Little do you know of the progressions that you teach the people that you reach are tired of livin' in a world of elastic towers dance with them and sing a song of changes and talk with them of life and all its dangers surround yourself with now familiar strangers who kiss and who hug and eventually mug you of your time
And the clock on the wall is a bore as you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile
You cannot ever picture me you know me by my thoughts A file for your travelogue oblivious to the night, the fog around you The germs they are rediculous they bother you at night the blood that rushes to your brain the ticket on the plane you're never catching the price you pay exclusive of your taxes to chop you up inside with tiny axes the girl looks up to you from floors she waxes and speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes
and the clock on the wall is a bore as you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile
The metaphysic wrinkles in the face of what you face Are hidden by the fake-up man who lives inside the sterno can beside you Now climb ye to the mountains as the sun is almost gone escaping from your other selves your brothers hide among the shelves inside you the games that people play can only bore you but only those that know you don't ignore you how many times have I come there to restore you And caught you lying on the couch with father time
and the clock on the wall is a bore as you wander past the door and find him lying on the floor as he begs you for some more, you frozen smile
Chiquitita
((French Version: Chiquitita (Dis-Moi Pourquoi) (Nana Mouskouri) - 1984))
Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus
First release by: ABBA - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong You're enchained by your own sorrow In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow How I hate to see you like this There is no way you can deny it I can see that you're oh so sad, so quiet
Chiquitita, tell me the truth I'm a shoulder you can cry on Your best friend, I'm the one you must rely on You were always sure of yourself Now I see you've broken a feather I hope we can patch it up together
Chiquitita, you and I know How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end You will have no time for grieving Chiquitita, you and I cry But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you Let me hear you sing once more like you did before Sing a new song, Chiquitita Try once more like you did before Sing a new song, Chiquitita
So the walls came tumbling down And your love's a blown out candle All is gone and it seems too hard to handle Chiquitita, tell me the truth There is no way you can deny it I see that you're oh so sad, so quiet
Chiquitita, you and I know How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end You will have no time for grieving Chiquitita, you and I cry But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you Let me hear you sing once more like you did before Sing a new song, Chiquitita Try once more like you did before Sing a new song, Chiquitita Try once more like you did before Sing a new song, Chiquitita
Recuerdos Del Portezuelo Performer(s): Atahualpa Yupanqui
En esas mañanitas de la quebrada yo bajaba la cuesta como si nada y en un marchao parejo de no cansarse me iba pidienda riendas mi mula parda Al pasar por el rancho del Portezuelo salían a mirarme sus ojos negros Nunca le dije nada pero ¡qué lindo! y de feliz yo daba mi copla al viento
"Parezco mucho y soy poco esperemos y esperemos pa'cuando salga de pobre viditay conversaremos" Los vientos y los años me arriaron lejos lo que ayer fue esperanza hoy es recuerdo Me gusta arrinconarme de vez en cuando a pensar en la moza del Portezuelo
¿ Qué mirarán sus ojos en estos tiempos? Mi corazón, paisano, quedó con ellos ... Nunca le dije nada, pero ¡ qué lindo! sólo tengo la copla pa'mi consuelo
"Parezco mucho y soy poco etc." ¿ Dónde estará la moza del Portezuelo? ¿ Están tristes o alegres sus ojos negros? Nunca le dije nada, pero ¡ qué lindo! siento un dulzor amargo cuando me acuerdo
The Miracle Song Composer(s): Neil Sedaka Performer(s): Neil Sedaka
All my life I've been a kind of lonely man Searching high and low, looking for my way Then all at once I saw you right in front of me I knew right then and there, my lonely days were through
You're just a rose that shimmers in the sun And now I know, my life has just begun You are the sweetest thing that could ever, ever be And you're a miracle to me
You fill my life with tenderness and harmony I never thought that I'd be laughing once again You fill the room with something warm and wonderful I can't imagine life without your precious love
You're just a rose that shimmers in the sun And now I know, my life has just begun You are the sweetest thing that could ever, ever be And you're a miracle to me
Rivers bend, rivers flow 'til the end of time They keep flowin' through eternity Take me there, sail away, take me to the sea You're a river that flows inside of me
You're just a rose that shimmers in the sun And now I know, my life has just begun You are the sweetest thing that I could ever, ever see And you're a miracle to me
Chip Chip
Composer(s): Jeff Barry - Clifford Crawford - Arthur Resnick
Performer(s): Gene McDaniels
and multiple other artists
From-a one little kiss and a lotta lovin' you build a big mansion of love High on a hill of happiness with some-a-one that you've been dreamin' of You build a wall around with a lotta lovin', all around your mansion of love Then one day you hear a strange little sound, tryin' to tear your mansion down
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, chip, chip, you tell a little lie Chip, chip, you make your baby cry Chip, chip, you cheat a little bit Chip, chip, you quarrel over it Oh oh oh one day you're gonna discover One little wrong leads to another Chip, chip, a-chippin' away, chippin' at your mansion of love
Ah-one little spark when it starts to glowin' can warm a big mansion of love One little wrong brings on the gloom, puts a chill in-a every room
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, chip, chip, you tell a little lie Chip, chip, you make your baby cry Chip, chip, you cheat a little bit Chip, chip, you quarrel over it Oh oh oh one day you're gonna discover One little wrong leads to another Chip, chip, a-chippin' away, chippin' at your mansion of love
Chip, chip, a-chippin' away, chippin' at your mansion of love Chip, chip, a-chippin' away
Recuerdos De Ipacaraí Composer(s): Zulema de Mirkin - Demetrio Ortiz Performer(s): Javier Solis and multiple other artists
Una noche tibia nos conocimos junto al lago azul de Ipacaraí Tú cantabas triste por el camino viejas melodías en guaraní
Y con el embrujo de tus canciones iba renaciendo tu amor en mí Y en la noche hermosa de plenilunio de tu blanca mano sentí el calor y con tus ojazos me dio el amor
Dónde estás ahora cuñataí que tu suave canto no llega a mí Dónde estás ahora, mi ser te añora con frenesí Todo te recuerda mi dulce amor junto al lago azul de Ipacaraí todo te recuerda, mi voz te llama cuñataí
Y en la noche hermosa de plenilunio de tu blanca mano sentí el calor y con tus ojazos me dio el amor
Dónde estás ahora cuñataí que tu suave canto no llega a mí Dónde estás ahora, mi ser te añora con frenesí Todo te recuerda mi dulce amor junto al lago azul de Ipacaraí todo te recuerda, mi voz te llama cuñataí
The Minute You're Gone Composer(s): Jimmy Gateley First release by: Sonny James - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
The minute you're gone I cry The minute you're gone I die Before you walk out of sight I'm like a child all alone at night I stare into emptiness I'm filled with such loneliness The world goes from right to wrong The minute you're gone The minute you're gone I see How lonely a man I'll be My life would be oh so blue If I couldn't be with you
The Minute you're gone I pray The minute you're gone I say Please don't stay away too long The minute you're gone The minute you're gone
Recuerdos Composer(s): Jorge Quiroz; Raúl Sampaio; Benil Santos Performer(s): Javier Solis
Al recordar aquél lugar por siempre amado siento el hechizo de aquél paraíso que tuve a tu lado Siento tu aliento, siento tus besos y oigo tu voz pero al final para mi mal veo un adiós
Sólo ahora en mi fantasía presiento que estás recordando mi amor recordando mis besos, recordando mi voz
Yo debía olvidar y no puedo yo debía ya dejar de pensar más delante de tantos recuerdos me pongo a llorar
Sólo ahora en mi fantasía presiento que estás recordando mi amor recordando mis besos, recordando mi voz
Yo debía olvidar y no puedo yo debía ya dejar de pensar más delante de tantos recuerdos me pongo a llorar
Yo debía olvidar y no puedo yo debía ya dejar de pensar más delante de tantos recuerdos me pongo a llorar
The Millionaire Composer(s): Dennis Tracy Performer(s): Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show
I'm not a bad person I don't drink, and I don't kill I got no evil habits, and I probably never will I don't sing like Elvis Presley I can't dance like Fred Astaire But there's one thing in my favor I'm a millionaire!
And I got more money Then a horse has hairs 'Cause my rich old uncle died And answered all my prayers!
Having all this money Is going to bring me down If you ain't with me honey To help me spread it around!
I could get myself a nose job I could diet for a year But I'll never be Robert Redford Cause I'm much to fond of beer
Please don't misunderstand me It's not love I'm trying to buy It's just I got all this here money And I'm a pretty ugly guy
And I got more money Then a horse has hairs 'Cause my rich old uncle died, And answered all my prayers!
I don't mind if you love me for my money If you love me for whatever else I got But 'cept for all this stuff, I'm a lonely Fort Knox I don't guess I'm doing all that hot
And I got more money Then a horse has hairs 'Cause my rich old uncle died And answered all my prayers!
Chinese Laundry Blues
Composer(s): Jack Cottrell - George Formby
Performer(s): George Formby
and multiple other artists
Now Mr. Woo was a laundry man In a shop with an old green door Hed iron all day, your linen away He really makes me sore He lost his heart to a Chinese girl And his laundrys all gone wrong All day hell flirt and starch your shirt And thats why Im singing this song
Oh! Mr. Woo, what shall I do Im feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese laundry blue This funny feeling keeps round me ceiling Oh wont you throw your sweetheart over, do My best silk shawl, now it wont fit my little brother And my new Sunday shirt has got a perforated rudder Mr. Woo, what shall I do Im feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese laundry blue
Now Mr. Woo, hes got a naughty eye that flickers You ought to see it wobble when hes ironing ladies blouses Mr. Woo, what shall I do Im feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese laundry blue
Now Mr. Woo, hes got a laundry kind of tricky He starched my shirts and collars But he never touched me waistcoat Mr. Woo, what shall I do Im feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese laundry blue
Mr. Woo, what shall I do Im feeling kind of Limehouse Chinese laundry blue
Recuerdo Malevo Composer(s): Carlos Gardel; Alfredo LePera Performer(s): Carlos Gardel
Era mi pebeta una flor maleva más linda que un día dorado de sol trenzas renegridas, mirada que ruega boca palpitante de fuego y amor Para conquistarla yo me jugué entero no valía la pena sin ella vivir Peleando con taitas en un entrevero pensé que era lindo por ella morir
Tiempo viejo, caravana fugitiva ¿dónde estás? ¡Florido tiempo que añoro por tus caminos de olvido viajan visiones que lloro sueño querido que te alejás! Tiempo viejo, caravana fugitiva ¿dónde estás?
Cinco años pasaron de la primer cita burlón el destino me obligó a volver que viejos los ojos de la muchachita en un día riendo me enseñó a querer Fuimos sin pensarlo como dos extraños su boca marchita y mi suspirar habiendo cenizas de los desengaños el recuerdo, amigo, es mejor borrar
Domenica ((Adapted from: Diamante (Zucchero Sugar Fornaciari) - 1989)) ((English Version: Domenica (Sandra Reemer) - 1992)) Composer(s): Francesco De Gregori - Matteo Saggese - Mino Vergnaghi - Zucchero - Robert Long Performer(s): Marco Borsato - 1994
Zacht als een bries die ritselt door de bomen Vormen mijn lippen jouw naam en denk ik aan jou Iedere nacht zie ik je in mijn dromen Ik fluister dan dicht bij jouw mond hoeveel ik van je hou O ja, ik weet wel dat jij niet vrij bent Maar ik zal wachten tot jij van mij bent Domenica Ooit op een dag zul je naar me luisteren En dan zul je begrijpen dat wij zijn geschapen voor elkaar Tot op die dag zal ik alleen maar fluisteren Ik wacht op een teken van jou een blik of een gebaar
O ja, ik weet wel dat jij niet vrij bent Maar ik heb geduld en ik zal wachten tot jij van mij bent Ik droom van ons hier in het duister Ik zie je gezicht en in mijn hoofd klinkt ons gefluister Domenica, domenica O ja, ik weet wel dat jij niet vrij bent Maar ik heb geduld en ik zal wachten tot jij van mij bent Ik wacht op jou al duurt het eeuwen Ik fluister je naam, maar eens komt de dag Dat ik hem zal schreeuwen Domenica, Domenica, Domenica
Chinatown, My Chinatown
Composer(s): William Jerome - Jean Schwartz
Performer(s): Tommy Dorsey
and multiple other artists
When the town is fast a-sleep, and it's mid-night in the sky That's the time the fes-tive chink starts to wink his oth-er eye Starts to wink his dream-y eye, la-zi-ly you'll hear him sigh
Strang-ers ta-king in the sights, pig-tails fly-ing here and there See that brok-en wall street sport, still thinks he's a mil-lion-aire Still thinks he's a mil-lion-aire, pipe dreams ban-ish ev-'ry care
Chi-na-town, my Chi-na-town Where the lights are low Hearts that know no oth-er land Drift-ing to and fro Dream-y dream-y Chi-na-town Al-mond eyes of brown Hearts seems light and life seems bright In dream-y Chi-na-town
