Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Past Sure Is Tense Composer(s): Don Van Vliet First release by: Captain Beefheart and The Magic Band - 1982
The past sure is tense they're heading up for the main event all those people seem to be hell-bent see those people up on top of the fence and the man down there selling knotholes through the fence the little shoe generation man I found your print on a dollar bill I found your print on an Indian mound I found your print on the statue at the sound I found your print on the elephant ground I found your print in the beautiful mountains the grass no longer grew around I found your print in my mind the past sure is tense the past sure is tense no you got the wrong idea no you got the wrong intent the carpenter carpenterized my vent the only peephole where is my dent the past sure is tense the past sure is tense the past sure is now I don't see how see those people that used to throw those tents you can't see them now they're in past tense the past sure is tense
The Passenger Composer(s): Iggy Pop - Ricky Gardiner First release by: Iggy Pop - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1992 - O Passageiro (Capital Inicial) 2004 - De Reiziger (Aliaz)
I am a passenger And I ride and I ride Ride through the city's back sides See stars come out of the sky Yeah the bright and hollow sky You know it looks so good tonight I am a passenger I stay under glass I look through my window so bright See the stars come out tonight I see the bright and hollow sky Over the city's red back side And everything looks good tonight
Sing it La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la
Get into the car We'll be the passengers We'll ride through the city at night See the city's red back side See the bright and hollow sky See the stars that shine so bright The stars made for us tonight
Oh the passenger How how he rides Oh the passenger He rides and he rides Looks through his window What does he see? Sees the bright and hollow sky Sees the stars come out tonight Sees the city's red back side Sees the winding ocean drive And everything was made for you and me All of it was made for you and me It just belongs to you and me So let's take a ride See what's mine
Sing it La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la
Sing it La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la
Sing it La la la la la la La la la la la la La la la la la la La la
O Passageiro ((Adapted from: The Passenger (Iggy Pop) - 1977)) ((Dutch Version: De Reiziger (Aliaz) - 2004)) Composer(s): Iggy Pop - Ricky Gardiner - Dinho Ouro Preto - Bozzo Barretti Performer(s): Capital Inicial - 1992
Eu sou o passageiro Eu rodo sem parar Eu rodo pelos subrbios escuros Eu vejo estrelas saindo no cu o claro e o vazio do cu Mas essa noite tudo soa to bem Entre no meu carro Ns vamos rodar Seremos passageiros da noite E veremos a cidade em trapos E veremos o vazio do cu Sob os cascos dos subrbios daqui Mas essa noite tudo soa to bem Cantando l-l, l-l (l-l-l-l) Cantando l-l, l-l (l-l-l-l) Cantando l-l, l-l (l-l-l-l) l-l-l Olha o passageiro Como, como ele roda Olha o passageiro Roda sem parar Ele olha pela janela E o que ele v Ele v sinais no cu E ele v as estrelas que saem E ele v a cidade em trapos E ele v o caminho do mar E tudo isso foi feito pra mim e voc Tudo isso foi feito pra mim e voc Simplesmente pretence a mim e voc Ento vamos rodar e ver o que meu Cantando l-l, l-l (l-l-l-l) Cantando l-l, l-l (l-l-l-l) Cantando l-l, l-l (l-l-l-l) l-l-l Cantando l-l, l-l (l-l-l-l) Cantando l-l, l-l (l-l-l-l) Cantando l-l, l-l (l-l-l-l) l-l-l Eu sou o passageiro Eu rodo sem parar Eu sou o passageiro Eu rodo sem parar Eu sou o passageiro
The Party's Over Composer(s): Willie Nelson Performer(s): Willie Nelson
Turn out the lights The party's over They say that All good things must end Call it tonight The party's over And tomorrow starts The same old thing again
But the crazy crazy party Never seen so many people Laughing dancing Look at you you're having fun But look at me I'm almost cryin' That don't keep her love from dyin' Misery cause for me the party's over Turn out the lights...
Once I had a love undyin' I didn't keep it but I tried Life for me was just one party And then another I broke her heart so many times I had to have my parting wife I had to have my party Why broke her heart so many times But one day she said Sweetheart the party's over Turn out the lights...
The Party's Over Composer(s): Betty Comden - Adolph Green - Jule Styne First performance/First release by: Judy Holliday - 1956 Covered by multiple other artists
The party's over, it's time to call it a day They've burst your pretty balloon And taken the moon away It's time to wind up the masquerade Just make your mind up The piper must be paid
The party's over, the candles flicker and dim You danced and dreamed through the night It seemed to be right just being with him Now you must wake up, all dreams must end Take off your makeup, the party's over It's all over, my friend
The party's over, it's time to call it a day They've burst your pretty balloon And taken the moon away Now you must wake up, all dreams must end Take off your makeup, the party's over It's all over, my friend
The Partisan ((Adapted from: La Complainte Du Partisan (Anna Marly) - 1963)) Composer(s): Emmanuel d'Astier de la Vigerie - Anna Marly - Hy Zaret Performer(s): Leonard Cohen - 1969 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1974 - Il Partigiano (Daiano) 2004 - De Partizane (Yasmine & Thé Lau)
When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender this I could not do I took my gun and vanished
I have changed my name so often I've lost my wife and children but I have many friends and some of them are with me
An old woman gave us shelter kept us hidden in the garret then the soldiers came she died without a whisper
There were three of us this morning I'm the only one this evening but I must go on the frontiers are my prison
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing through the graves the wind is blowing freedom soon will come then we'll come from the shadows
Les Allemands étaient chez moi ils me dirent, "Signe toi" mais je n'ai pas peur j'ai repris mon arme J'ai changé cent fois de nom j'ai perdu femme et enfants mais j'ai tant d'amis j'ai la France entière Un vieil homme dans un grenier pour la nuit nous a caché les Allemands l'ont pris il est mort sans surprise
(The Germans were at my home They said, "Sign yourself" But I am not afraid I have retaken my weapon I have changed names a hundred times I have lost wife and children But I have so many friends I have all of France An old man, in an attic Hid us for the night The Germans captured him He died without surprise)
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing through the graves the wind is blowing freedom soon will come then we'll come from the shadows
La Complainte Du Partisan Composer(s): Emmanuel d'Astier de la Vigerie - Anna Marly First release by: Anna Marly - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - The Partisan (Leonard Cohen) 1974 - Il Partigiano (Daiano) 2004 - De Partizane (Yasmine & Thé Lau)
Les Allemands étaient chez moi On m'a dit "Résigne-toi" Mais je n'ai pas pu Et j'ai repris mon arme
Personne ne m'a demandé D'où je viens et où je vais Vous qui le savez Effacez mon passage
J'ai changé cent fois de nom J'ai perdu femme et enfants Mais j'ai tant d'amis Et j'ai la France entière
Un vieil homme dans un grenier Pour la nuit nous a cachés Les Allemands l'ont pris Il est mort sans surprise
Hier encore, nous étions trois Il ne reste plus que moi Et je tourne en rond Dans la prison des frontières
Le vent souffle sur les tombes La liberté reviendra On nous oubliera Nous rentrerons dans l'ombre
De Partizane ((Adapted from: La Complainte Du Partisan (Anna Marly) - 1963)) Composer(s): Emmanuel d'Astier de la Vigerie - Anna Marly - Thé Lau Performer(s): Yasmine & Thé Lau - 2004
Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - The Partisan (Leonard Cohen) 1974 - Il Partigiano (Daiano)
En ze kwamen hier in zwermen Ik, gemaand tot overgave, ik gaf mezelf niet aan Ik greep mijn wapen en verdween Vaak ben ik van naam veranderd Vrouw en kind heb ik verloren Vrienden heb ik veel, en sommige zijn bij me Een oude vrouw bood ons bescherming Ze verborg ons op haar zolder Toen kwamen zij eraan Zonder een woord is ze gestorven Nog drie van ons vanmorgen Nu, vanavond, ik alleen, en ik moet door Gevangen tussen grenzen De wind huilt kil over de velden Graven huiveren in stormen, maar de vrijheid komt En dan komen wij tevoorschijn
Les allemands étaient chez moi Ils me dirent résigne-toi Mais, je nai pas peur Jai perdu femme et enfants Mais jai tant damis Jai la France entière Un vieil homme dans un grenier Pour la nuit a caché Les Allemands lont pris Il est mort sans surprise
Oh, de wind huilt kil over de velden Graven huiveren in stormen, maar de vrijheid komt En dan komen we te voorschijn
The Parson Of Puddle Composer(s): Greatrex 'Rex' Newman Performer(s): Stanley Holloway
In the sweet little, neat little Only one street little Parish of Puddle Oer which I preside There dwells a young lady whose name is OGrady prefixed by the Christian names Caroline Sady And rumour has stated The facts circulated That she is as thin as a lath And Im bound to admit That she is every bit For I saw her today in her bath... chair and noticed the fact plain to see O lack a day, O lack a day, O lack a day me
In the high little Spry little, feel rather dry little Parish of Puddle Oer which I preside We had a school outing With races and shouting For little girl guides and little boys scouting And when all the teachers Were cooling their features With something that fizzed in a glass One said Dont you think Youd like something to drink I said Yes, I should like a small Bass... -ket of strawberries With cream and some tea
In the bright little Tight little, stay out all night little Parish of Puddle Oer which I preside It fell to my duty To wed a stage beauty To one of the Air Forces second leftooty In every relation Showed great jubilation When just as a twelve month had run One fine Wednesday night With the greatest delight She presented her spouse with a son... Day school hymn book That cost One and three
In the blank little, swank little, two pubs and bank little Parish of Puddle o'er which I preside A spinster named Mary Once opened a dairy And as new laid eggs, seemed to be necessary She purchased some hens In most beautiful pens But when egg collecting she went She found with dismay That those birds could not lay For each of those fowls was a gentle... and shy little rooster you see O lack a day, O lack a day, O lack a day me
The Parade Of The Wooden Soldiers Composer(s): Leon Jessel - Ballard MacDonald Performer(s): Shirley Temple
The toy shop door is locked up tight And ev'rything is quiet for the night When suddenly the clock strikes twelve The fun's begun The dolls are in their best array There's going to be a wonderful parade " Hark to the drum, oh, here they come" Cries ev'ryone Hear them all cheering Now they are nearing There's the captain stiff as starch Bayonets flashing Music is crashing As the wooden soldiers march Sabers a-clinking Soldiers a-winking At each pretty little maid Here they come! Here they come! Here they come! Here they come! Wooden soldiers on parade
Ding, Dong, Ding Composer(s): Robert Hargreaves - Stanley Damerell - Evans Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band
A new version of the bells Yes, but not by Henry Irving
Now listen laddie, I have a story
Now weve been entreated to sing like the birds That tweet in the valleys and dells Ah! But lets improve that, or in other words Lets all try and sing like the bells
Ding, dong, ding Chime in the chorus and sing, sing, sing Ding, dong, ding Clear as a bell let it ring, ring, ring Let all us musical people Sing like the bells in the steeple Ding, dong, ding Simply chime in the chorus and sing, sing, sing
The bells Yes, here comes the bride Sweet thing Yers! And here comes her mother Dear old soul Ooh! And here come the bridegroom Poor blighter
Hey, Abe, do you think thats our fire they go to? Shut your face, you fool Our fire aint till Tuesday
Hello, hello, darling wifey, I wont be home till late this evening, spending an evening with a sick friend
Alright, dear, dont keep her out too late
Let all us musical people Sing like the bells in the steeple Ding, dong, ding Simply chime in the chorus and sing, sing, sing
The Parachute Jump Composer(s): Jerry Livingston - Mack David Performer(s): Dean Martin
The parachute jump The parachute jump It's thrilling to do a dance that's new The parachute jump
When the music begins to ride Then you begin to glide Bouncing from side to side The parachute jump
You leap into space Smile on your face What'd you know, down there below The world is in place
Hold it steady so you won't slip Attaboy, let 'er rip Then you begin to dip The parachute jump
You dance and while you dance Angels are singing songs from high in the blue You dance, so high a dance Suddenly Heaven's doors are open to you
You sway and as you sway All of your dreams, it seems, are comin' true You whirl into a spin, loving the spin you're in When you do, do, do The parachute jump The parachute jump You drop and you drop And pop, you stop and land with a bump
If you really would like to fly Feel like a bird on high Take my advice and try The parachute jump The parachute jump (The parachute jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump, jump) (Jump, Jump!)
Dean Marin & Chorus: The parachute jump The parachute jump You wanta fly like a bird in the sky Then you'd better try The parachute jump
The Paper Boy Composer(s): Catherine Williamson - Bill Haley Performer(s): Bill Haley
Extra, extra, read all about it Extra, extra, read all about it Extra, extra, read all about it
Gather round everybody Gonna tell you a story About a little feller Hes really very meller He sells the daily papers On Main Street, USA
Now hes cuttin capers Peddling his papers Spreads a lot of sunshine Day time or night time Brightens up the corner Of Main Street, USA
Well-a extra, extras, read all about it Extra, extra, just sing and shout it A sharp-a little cat In a shoe button hat In his spare time he rocks and he rolls
Shoutin with the rhythm Ya gotta get with im Sandy hair and pug nose Turtle neck and torn clothes Thats the little paper boy On Main Street, USA
Go, go, go, go, go
Well-a extra, extras, read all about it Extra, extra, just sing and shout it A sharp-a little cat In a shoe button hat In his spare time he rocks and he rolls
Shoutin with the rhythm Ya gotta get with im Sandy hair and pug nose Turtle neck and torn clothes Thats the little paper boy On Main Street, USA
Extra, extra, read all about it Extra, extra, read all about it Extra, extra, read all about it Tell me just what do you read
The Pale Faced Indian ((French Version: L'amie Des Esprits (Martin Circus) - 1975)) Composer(s): John D. Loudermilk First release by: Marvin Rainwater - 1960 Covered by multiple other artists
They took away the whole Cherokee nation And put us on this reservation
They took away our way of life Our tomahawk and huntin' knife And the old teepee we all loved so They're using now just for a show They put our papoose in a crib and took the buck skin from our rib And they took away our native tongue and taught their English to our young
The Painless Dentist Song ((Adapted from: The Continental (Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers)) Composer(s): Con Conrad - Herbert Magidson Performer(s): Allan Sherman
Beautiful molars... Lovely bicuspids... I'm Dr. Prentice, the painless dentist By that what's meant is It really doesn't hurt This is Miss Klinger; you've met her finger So open wide, and Miss Klinger will squirt Well, well, I say there We've got decay there Can't let it stay there and cause you all that pain So please Miss Klinger, remove your finger And won't you hand me down my Novocaine It's far worse than I thought it was My charge is gonna be large Don't be unwilling It's just a filling I'm simply drilling to dig a little pit Don't fight Miss Klinger, or bite her finger And now while I change the drill you can spit I hum while you're bleeding It takes your mind off The things I grind off Your gums are receding You'll have to come back We'll build that gum back And now if you will open wide Miss Klinger's gonna put her whole darn fist inside That's it... now it's over They'll be a puffiness around your cheeks You'll have to eat soft food for three more weeks And if you'll kindly stop those ghastly shrieks I'm through Beautiful molars... Lovely bicuspids... By Dr. Prentice!
The Owl And The Pussycat Composer(s): Edward Lear - Elton Hayes Performer(s): Elton Hayes
The owl and the pussycat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat They took some honey and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five pound note
The owl looked up to the stars above And sang to a small guitar "Oh, lovely pussy, oh pussy my love What a beautiful pussy you are, you are, you are What a beautiful pussy you are"
Pussy said to the Owl, "You elegant fowl How charmingly sweet you sing! Oh! let us be married, too long we have tarried But what shall we do for a ring?"
They sailed away, for a year and a day To the land where the Bong Tree grows And there in a wood, a piggy-wig stood With a ring at the end of his nose, his nose, his nose A ring at the end of his nose
Said the owl, "Are you willing to sell for one shilling, your ring?" Said the piggy, "I will" So they took it away and were married next day By the turkey who lived on the hill
They dined on quince and slices of mince Served up with a runcible spoon And hand in hand, by the edge of the sand They danced by the light of the moon, the moon, the moon They danced by the light of the moon
We are the Ovaltineys, little girls and boys Make your requests, we'll not refuse you We are here just to amuse you Would you like a song or story? Will you share our joys? At games and sports we're more than keen No merrier children could be seen Because we all drink Ovaltine We're happy girls and boys
The Outlaw's Prayer Composer(s): Billy Sherrill - Glenn Sutton Performer(s): Johnny Paycheck
You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight So I decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square
Boy, I could hear that singin' way out in the street, sure was a beautiful sound So I just walked up the steps an' opened the door an' started to go inside an' sit down But before I could, a young man walked over to me an said: "Excuse me, Sir "But I can't let you in with that big black hat, those jeans, that beard an' long hair
So I just left, went back outside, sat down on that kerbing, an I thought to myself That's the house of the Lord. That guy's got the hell of a nerve Tellin' me I can't worship anywhere I please So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees
I said: "Lord, I know I don't look like much, but I didn't think you'd mind "I just wanted to be with your people, Lord: it's been a long time "A while ago, a saw a wino over there in the alley, all bent over in tears "An' I thought how one stained glass window, from this Church, would feed his family for years"
"Then there's those fine cars parked outside: too many for me to count "Made me think how people walked for days to hear your sermon on the mount "Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it "Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show: drinkin' beer, screamin: 'Sing Shove It'
"You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place "With his coat made of Camel hair an' sandals on his feet an' a long beard on his face "You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, an' take 'em beyond the clouds "To live forever in Heaven with you: well, I'd sure hate to be in this crowd
"You know, Lord, I'm not perfect; some even call me no count "But I'll tell you: I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, not what's in his bank account "So if this is what religion is: a big car, a suit an' a tie "Then I might as well forget it Lord, 'cause I can't qualify
"Oh, by the way, Lord, right before they kicked me out, didn't I see a picture of you? "With sandals an' a beard. Believe you had long hair too" "Well, this is Paycheck, signing off "I'll be seein' you Lord, I hope"
The Other Woman, The Other Man Composer(s): Gerard Kenny - Drey Shepperd - Barry Mason Performer(s): Gerard Kenny
Oh what a tangled web we weave When we practise to deceive We play our games and tell our lies And synchronise our alibis
They say forbidden fruit tastes sweeter It's precious and so rare It's heaven when you taste it And it's hell when it's not there I don't see you when I want to You only see me when you can 'Cause you're the other woman And I'm the other man
May be wrong, but it feels so right Lying here in the candle light A secret place for you and me And nowhere else we'd rather be
They say forbidden fruit tastes sweeter It's precious and so rare It's heaven when you taste it And it's hell when it's not there I don't see you when I want to You only see me when you can 'Cause you're the other woman And I'm the other man
It's paradise but we pay the price 'Cause ecstasy doesn't come free I don't see you when I want to And you only see me when you can 'Cause you're the other woman And I'm the other...
Oh what a tangled web we weave When we practise to deceive
