Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Salt In My Tears Composer(s): Martin Briley Performer(s): Martin Briley
I never did it No I won't admit it Why should I lie for you anymore You never loved me You pushed and you shoved me I see the woman I never saw I saw you laugh when the knife was twisted It still hurts but the pain has shifted I'm looking back at the time that drifted by But I won't cry for the wasted years 'Cos you ain't worth the salt in my tears
Feeling neglected Used and rejected You need a shoulder to lean upon Maybe you've picked him Found your next victim Don't worry someone will come along I broke the spell that you kept me under I'd had enough of the rain and thunder I lost track of the time and I wonder why But I won't cry for the wasted years 'Cos you ain't worth the salt in my tears
I'll sit around and drink a few more beers Until the memory just disappears 'Cos you ain't worth the salt in my tears
Clyde Composer(s): C.W. Beavers; J.J. Cale Originally performed by: J.J. Cale Covered by various other artists
Clyde plays electric bass Plays it with finesse and grace Sit on the porch without no shoes A-picking the bass and singing the blues Misery loves company And his old dog sings harmony Tambourine tied to his tail You can hear him moan, you can hear him wail Jody May, she got a dollar Down the road you can hear her holler "Get up Clyde, we got something to do That old dog can sing the blues" He don't move, he don't flinch Clyde, he don't move an inch Just sit on the porch without no shoes Picking his bass and singing the blues
Revoir Encore Composer(s): R. Benet; Mort Shuman Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Revoir encore La revoir encore Rien qu'un seul instant devant moi Pour lui dire en tenant sa main Que mon chagrin Ne pourra s'effacer Que si elle revenait Revoir encore La revoir encore Rien qu'un seul instant devant moi Pour lui montrer que dans ma vie Jamais l'oubli N'est venu emporter Son nom que j'aimais Redescendre encore la rue Où tous les marchands nous crient la bienvenue Retrouver sa porte tous les soirs On s'embrassait parfois Seuls dans le noir Et le café du coin Le bruit du train .... Revoir encore La revoir encore Rien qu'un seul instant devant moi Lui parler de nos souvenirs Et revenir Car depuis son départ Le soleil se fait rare Revoir encore La revoir encore Rien qu'un seul instant devant moi Est-il possible ce retour Vers notre Amour Et pourtant je voudrais Tout recommencer Redescendre encore la rue Parmi tous les amis et les inconnus Ignorer toujours que demain N'est fait que de chagrin Rire d'un rien Mais tout cela est loin Comme le train .... Encore Je veux la revoir encore Tout n'est pas perdu encore Je veux la revoir encore ....
Salesman Composer(s): Craig Smith Performer(s): The Monkees
Salesman, where you gonna go? To sell all your of your goods today Salesman, gonna walk along the street, see friends along the way Well salesman, with your wooden cart that you push along while you walk Hey, salesman, got a little dog whose tail wags when you talk You always wear a smile, even though you've gotta walk ten miles Short lifespan, goodtime salesman Yep, yep salesman got it on the street, whether it's hot or cold It's salesman, well, you work real hard Until every part is sold Salesman as the years go by People changing every day Hey, salesman 'til the end of time you'll be livin in the same way You always wear a smile, you love 'em fast and you live wild Short life span, but ain't life grand?
Copper kettles, different kinds of tin There goes salesman and he's sailing high again He's sailing so high, high, sailing so high...
Salesman where you gonna go to sell all of your goods today Yup, salesman, gonna walk along the street, see friends along the way Hey, salesman, with your wooden cart that you push along while you walk Hey, salesman with your secret goods that you push while you talk You always wear a smile Even though you've gotta walk a hundred ten miles Short life span - but the whole thing's grand Salesman...
Now, well, I tried the one that you put it in and you have to do it manually But I'd like the one that you just plug it in and it does it all by itself in a real long strand and you cut 'em up It's easier to do it that way because, well, I put all the stuff in there and it keeps flippin' out And I can't get the thing to stick together anything Coupled with the fact that I have to stick two of them together to even get one out of it and they always end up lookin' like Lucky Strikes
Reviewing The Situation Composer(s): Lionel Bart Performer(s): Ron Moody; and various other artists
A man's got a heart, hasn't he? Joking apart, hasn't he? And though I'd be the first one to say that I wasn't a saint I'm finding it hard to be really as black as they paint
I'm reviewing the situation Can a fellow be a villain all his life? All the trials and tribulation Better settle down and get meself a wife
And a wife would cook and sew for me And come for me, and go for me And go for me and nag at me The fingers she will wag at me The money she will take from me A misery, she'll make from me I think I'd better think it out again!
A wife you can keep, anyway I'd rather sleep, anyway Left without anyone in the world And I'm starting from now So how to win friends and to influence people? So how?
I'm reviewing the situation I must quickly look up ev'ryone I know Titled people, with a station Who can help me make a real impressive show!
I will own a suite at Claridges And run a fleet of carriages And wave at all the duchesses With friendliness, as much as is Befitting of my new estate "Good morning to you, Magistrate!" I think I'd better think it out again
So where shall I go, somebody? Who do I know? Nobody! All my dearest companions Have always been villains and thieves So at my time of life I should start Turning over new leaves?
I'm reviewing the situation If you want to eat, you've got to earn a bob! Is it such a humiliation For a robber to perform an honest job?
So a job I'm getting, possibly I wonder who the boss'll be? I wonder if he'll take to me? What bonuses he'll make to me? I'll start at eight and finish late At normal rate, and all, but wait! I think I'd better think it out again
What happens when I'm seventy? Must come a time, seventy When you're old, and it's cold And who cares if you live or you die? The one consolation's the money You may have put by
I'm reviewing the situation I'm a bad 'un and a bad 'un I shall stay! You'll be seeing no transformation But it's wrong to be a rogue in ev'ry way
I don't want nobody hurt for me Or made to do the dirt for me This rotten life is not for me It's getting far too hot for me Don't want no one to rob for me But who will find a job for me There is no in between for me But who will change the scene for me? I think I'd better think it out again!
Saints Rock & Roll Composer(s): Bill Haley - Mike Gabler Performer(s): Bill Haley
Well, rock 'n rolling' holiday Rock 'n rolling all the way Rock 'n rolling' to the end 'Til the saints go marching' in Now when the saints... go marching' in Well, when the saints go marching' in Yeah, Lord, I want... want 'a be in that number When the saints... go marching' in Well, now when Nick, comes wailing' in Yeah, when old Nick comes wailing' in Oh, Lord, I want... want 'a be in that number when that guitar comes wailing' in
Well, now when Rudy begins to blow Well, when old Rudy starts to wail Yeah, Lord, I want... want 'a be in that number When that sax man starts wailing' in (Here we go now)... Well, when that rhythm comes wailing' in Yeah, when old Rapper starts to wail Well, Lord, I want... want 'a be in that number When old Rapper comes wailing' in
Now when the band plays rock 'n roll Well, when the Comets rock 'n roll Yeah, Lord, I want... want 'a be in that number When the Comets play rock 'n roll (All together now)... When the saints go marching in!
No minor love can make the darkness right Alone, deserted by the warm spotlight I breathe the meaning of the words that I must need her The colder seas of my sleeping mind Make muddy dreams until no peace I find Through fields Elysian beg to see my life again, once again And here at last I stand revealed a clown And who can doubt the painted fool upon this circus has always been a clown No mind to colour now, no page to write Cold pools of morning stain the virgin white Another day without her love, and I still need her And so the stage is set, the time is right And waves of laughter shake the gods this night Another day will make a fool delight the children And so I stand at last revealed a clown And who can doubt this painted fool Who maybe has no mind at all Would ever walk where he might fall And gain the laughter of us all Oh, who would doubt the painted fool upon this circus stage has always been a clown Just a clown
Reviens-Moi Composer(s): Georges Michael; D. Barbelivien Performer(s): Dalida
Reviens-moi oui je te pardonne Tu es parti cent fois Je connais les hommes Reviens-moi ne baisses pas la tête Ma victoire sera ma défaite Reviens-moi avec ce sourire Qui me fait oublier ce que j'ai à te dire Reviens amour infidèle Mon chagrin sera mon soleil
Reviens-moi je n'veux pas savoir Si elle était jolie ce qu'elle t'a fait croire Regarde-moi es-ce que j'ai l'air malheureux Regarde-moi je suis surtout amoureuse Reviens-moi on va tout recommencer Tous les deux c'est un roman inachevé Prends-moi dans tes bras j'ai envie de danser Dis-moi les mots d'autrefois les mots qui font voyager Reviens-moi oui je te pardonne Tu es parti cent fois Je connais les hommes Reviens rentre à la maison Mon amour sera mon pardon Reviens-moi espèce de charmeur Qui me fait oublier la colère du cur Reviens au bout de la nuit Mon bonheur sera mon oubli
Reviens-moi on va tout recommencer Tous les deux c'est un roman inachevé Prends-moi dans tes bras j'ai envie de danser Dis-moi les mots d'autrefois les mots qui font voyager Reviens-moi oui je te pardonne Tu es parti cent fois je connais les hommes Reviens ne baisses pas la tête Ma victoire sera ma défaite Reviens-moi avec ce sourire Qui me fait oublier ce que j'ai à te dire Reviens amour infidèle Mon chagrin sera mon soleil Reviens-moi
The Saints Are Coming Composer(s): Stuart Adamson - Richard Jobson First release by: The Skids - 1979
I cried to my daddy on the telephone how long now Until the clouds unroll and you come home the line went But the shadows still remain since your descent your descent
The saints are coming, the saints are coming No matter how I try, I realise theres no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief How long now Until a weather change condemns belief The stone says This paternal guide once had his day Once had his day
The saints are coming, the saints are coming No matter how I try, I realise theres no reply The saints are coming, the saints are coming
Clouds And Rain Composer(s): Ian Gillan; Roger Glover Performer(s): Ian Gillan & Roger Glover
The time is always now the call is always loud without a movement a word, without a sound love comes crashing in again brings along the clouds and rain
You've got to take a chance you haven't got a choice somewhere in the rain you hear a distant voice love has to come to stake its claim it's when you reach the clouds and rain
If I close my eyes I can picture you this is the place I get the clearest view beyond the happiness and pain this place they call the clouds and rain
First you become a lover then you become a friend and then you start to wonder will it ever end I'd like to ask you just the same without feeling any shame did you touch the clouds and rain
I'd like to ask you just the same without feeling any shame did you touch the clouds and rain
Reviens, Je T'Aime English Title: Midnight Composer(s): Bouwens; Claude Carrère; Ibach Performer(s): Sheila
En ce temps là nous n'avions pas grand-chose Mais nous aimions ici nous retrouver Ce soir sans toi je me sens l'âme triste Ta place est vide et le monde a changé
{Refrain:} Reviens, je t'aime Tu ne peux pas me laisser toute seule Tu ne peux pas me laisser souffrir comme ça Reviens, je t'aime Tu ne peux pas d'un seul coup briser tout Après tant de jours et d'amour entre nous la la la ........
Tu m'as quitté comme un homme en colère Et par fierté je t'ai laissé partir Mais je voudrais du fond de ma détresse Trouver les mots pour te faire revenir {au Refrain, 2x}
The Sailor's Polka Composer(s): Jerry Livingston - Mack David Performer(s): Dean Martin
Come on and play the sailors' polka Make way for Navy blue Oh, how the girls all love to polka With a sailor who's tried and true
Where there is music and there's moonlight The Navy knows what to do So, come on and play the sailors' polka Make way for Navy blue
(Oh, the band will start in playin') (When the fleet comes sailin' in) (There'll be hip, hip, hip, hoorayin') (And the good times will begin)
There'll be gobs and gobs of misses Who'll be waitin' on the shore With gobs and gobs of kisses (Bass Singer: For the gobs that they adore)
(Long before they drop anchor) (You will hear the music start) (Ev'ry pretty girl will hanker) (To win a sailor's heart)
Yeah, the band will start in playin' And the dancing will begin When the fleet comes sailin' in
Duet With Dean & Chorus: Come on and play the sailors' polka (Oh, the band will start in playin' when the fleet comes sailing in) Make way for Navy blue (There'll be hip, hip, hip, hoorayin' and the good times will begin) Oh, how the girls all love to polka (There'll be gobs and gobs of misses who'll be waitin' on the shore) With a sailor who's tried and true. (With gobs and gobs of kisses for the gobs that they adore) Where there is music and there's moonlight (Long before they drop anchor you will hear the music start) The Navy knows what to do (Ev'ry pretty girl will hanker to win a sailor's heart) So, come on and play the sailors' polka (Yeah, the band will start in playin' and they'll dance the whole night through) So make way for Navy blue (BASS: Make way for Na- ) Submerge! Submerge! (Bass: -vy) Scrape the bottom! (Bass: Blue)
Clouds (That Pass In The Night) Composer(s): Lee David
When the world is sleeping, and the night is still And the moon is creeping slowly above the hill Clouds float by and kiss her O! What a wond'rous thrill! When the clouds are passing in the night, I dream of you When the clouds enveil the silv'ry light I dream of you But the clouds that pass me in the day Hide the sunshine, make the skies look gray How I wish and long and wait till they roll by, roll by Oft when nights are lonely and I walk the road Thinking of you only Sweet thoughts of love bestowed Ah! my moon is pris'ner By fleeting clouds she's towed When the clouds are passing in the night, I dream of you When the clouds enveil the silv'ry light I dream of you But the clouds that pass me in the day Hide the sunshine, make the skies look gray How I wish and long and wait till they roll by, roll by Clouds
Reviens Donc Chez Nous Danish & English Titles:
Kom Hjem Til Mig Igen; Bring It On Home To Me Composer(s): Georges Aber; Sam Cooke Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Si tu avais des regrets Qui sait, un jour, de m'avoir quitté Oh ! Reviens-moi avec ton amour Reviens donc chez nous, oh oui
Bien sûr, j'ai ris Mais je sais Je sais le mal que ton départ m'a fait Oh! Reviens-moi avec ton amour Ah, reviens donc chez nous
Je le sais bien, j'étais fou La vie sans toi Ce n'est plus rien du tout Oh! Reviens-moi avec ton amour Reviens donc chez nous
Il n'y a rien, oh non, d'assez beau À te donner Si tu reviens bientôt Oh! Reviens-moi avec ton amour Reviens donc chez nous
Si tu avais des regrets Qui sait, un jour, de m'avoir quitté Oh! Reviens-moi avec ton amour Reviens donc chez nous
The Sailor's Hornpipe Composer(s): Vivian Stanshall Performer(s): Vivian Stanshall
The hallway
From outside, an ordinary house A great house, true - four hundred and eighty three rooms each one with its own marble wash basin and douche, bidet as it may But inside, and the positions are reversed A human failing, some say a disease but a disease that Sir Francis Dashwood knew, and knew it well
Upstairs, inside and a revelation It's a discotheque No, no, uh... there are paintings, real and look here - a rare seventeenth century masterpiece and if I can scrape a little of it off beneath I can find hidden a fourteenth century underpiece
Made entirely of tiny pieces of eggshells this lurid work has caused controversy in the world of embroidery and anthropologicky No, I'll say it again, anthropolology Umm... no quite possibly make an anthropol, no, uh, I mean an apolog... ph... It has enthralled distinguished professors and in layman's language is "blinking well baffling"
But to be more obtusely, "buggered if I know" Yes, "buggered if I know" And that's all we've gleaned so far from experts in fourteenth century painting renaissance, greengrocers, and recently revived members of the public Buggered if I know
Cloud Nine Composer(s): Barrett Strong; Norman J. Whitfield Originally performed by: The Temptations Covered by various other artists
Childhood part of my life it wasn't very pretty You see I was born and raised in the slums of the city It was a one-room shack that slept Ten other children besides me We hardly had enough food or room to sleep It was hard times needed something To ease my troubled mind Listen my father didn't know the meaning of work He disrespected momma and treated us like dirt I left home seeking a job that I never did find Depressed and downhearted I took to cloud 9 I'm doing fine up here on cloud 9 Listen one more time I'm doing fine up here on cloud 9
Folks down there tell me They say give yourself a chance, son Don't let life pass you by But the world of reality is a rat race Where only the strongest survive It's a dog eat dog world And that ain't no lie Listen it ain't even safe no more To walk the streets at night
I'm doing fine on cloud 9 Let me tell you about cloud 9 Cloud 9, you can be what you wanna be You ain't got no responsibility And every man, every man is free And you're a million miles from reality I wanna say I love the life I live And I'm gonna live the life I love Up here on cloud 9 I'm riding high on cloud 9 You're as free as a bird in flight There's no difference between day and night It's a world of love and harmony You're a million miles from reality, cloud 9
Rêver Composer(s): René Rouzaud; Rachel Thoreau; Guy Luypaerts Performer(s): Lucienne Boyer
{Refrain:} Rêver de toi, la nuit, le jour Rêver toujours, au fil des heures Jeter au ciel des mots d'amour Crier ma peine au vent qui pleure Imaginer qu'une présence Se penche sur mon chagrin Que tout recommence Comme une romance Flaner tout seul sur les chemins où nous allions jadis ensemble Croire un instant que c'est ta main qui prend ma main, ma main qui tremble Ecouter les harpes du temps qui fuit Voir comme une écharpe, tomber la nuit Rêver toujours Rêver de toi Rêver d'amour
Ainsi rien qu'en fermant les yeux Je fais chanter quand je le veux Mes souvenirs comme un lointain prélude Et le rappel des jours anciens Me fait oublier le chagrin De te savoir si loin
The Sailor With The Navy Blue Eyes Composer(s): Al Hoffman - Victor Mizzy - Irv Taylor Performer(s): Harry Roy & His Band; Spike Jones
Whos got girls in every port Hanging around like flies Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho The sailor with the navy blue eyes
Whos the guy they love to buy Dozens of socks and ties Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho The sailor with the navy blue eyes
When the boat comes home after crossing the foam Hes still at sea Thinking, wondring whos he gonna take a-rowing on the lake
Whos the boy whos full of joy Waving the most goodbyes Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho The sailor with the navy blue eyes
When the boat comes home after crossing the foam And hes still at sea Hell start a-wondring, worrying, all of a flurrying Whos he gonna take rowing on the lake
Now whos the boy whos full of joy Waving the most goodbyes Yo-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho The sailor with the navy blue eyes
Cloud Lucky Seven Composer(s): Charles Tobias; Peter DeRose Performer(s): Guy Mitchell; Ambrose; Mitch Miller
When you're in love, when you're in love, when you're in love You're walkin' on cloud lucky seven Hah, seven is the cloud nearest heaven When you're in love, when you're in love, when you're in love
You never know, you never know, you never know There's no way that you can detect it It can happen when you least expect it You never know, you never know, you never know
When you meet someone new You're on clouds one and two With someone who makes you feel like singing As you see more and more of the one you adore You're on clouds three and four And bell are ringing When you reach five and six Then your heart bumps and kicks There's one more cloud to go
When you're in love, when you're in love, when you're in love You're walkin' on cloud lucky seven Hah, seven is the cloud nearest heaven When you're in love, when you're in love, when you're in love Love, love When you're in love
When you meet someone new You're on clouds one and two With someone who makes you feel like singing As you see more and more of the one you adore You're on clouds three and four And bell are ringing When you reach five and six Then your heart bumps and kicks There's one more cloud to go
When you're in love, when you're in love, when you're in love You're walkin' on cloud lucky seven Wow, seven is the cloud nearest heaven When you're in love, when you're in love, when you're in love Love, love When you're in love
