Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Eleonora Credi ((Adapted from: The Weight (The Band) - 1968)) Composer(s): Robbie Robertson - Mogol Performer(s): I Dik Dik - 1968
Versions In Other Languages: 2005 - Fanny (Chris Stills) 2008 - Fannys Byrde (Lars Lilholt Band)
Hai Vissuto Poco Ma Hai Sofferto Gia' Purtroppo Ormai I Tuoi Occhi Al Cielo Alzare Piu' Non Puoi Mi Hai Detto Che La Vita A Te Non Sorride Mai La Speranza Se N'e' Andata E Tu In Nessuno Credi Piu' Eleonora Credi Credi Almeno In Me
E Per Favore Credi In Me
Ti Senti Sola Ma Un Aiuto Tu Non Vuoi La Notte E' Fredda Ma Il Fuoco Non L'accenderai Il Mondo Gira Lontano Dagli Occhi Tuoi E Nel Tuo Cuor Non Cresce Piu' Nemmeno Un Fiore Ormai Eleonora Credi Credi Almeno In Me Eleonora Credi E Per Favore Credi In Me
Non C'e' Uomo Che Abbia Pianto Mai Per Te Per Questo Tu Non Sai Piu' Guardare Gli Occhi Miei Io Non Esito Ma, Piango Ma Tu Crederlo Non Puoi Ora Hai Paura Ormai So Che Fuggirai
Eleonora Credi Credi Almeno In Me Eleonora Credi E Per Favore Credi In Me...
Comme Une Maladie Italian Title: Come Una Malattia Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Comme une maladie Une fièvre inconnue Un jour s'est abbatue Sur ma vie Pour me troubler l'esprit Pour me crever le cur D'une sourde douleur Infinie Incurable Incurable Qui me fait peur Comme une maladie Comme un mal ignoré Une langueur teintée De folie S'est glissée sous ma peau M'a ôté malgré moi L'usage de mes joies Et des mots Que j'avais employés, Sans qu'ils aient effleuré Ma pensée
J'ai perdu mes forces et mes rires Vu pâlir l'éclat de mes yeux Rongé par ce mystérieux Mal qui me déchire Comme une maladie Qui minerait mon corps Qu'aucune science encor' Ne guérit M'agite et m'envahit M'enfièvre jour et nuit Me laisse sans espoir, sans secours Car je suis Incurable Incurable De ton amour
Roll Along, Prairie Moon Composer(s): Ted Fio Rito; Harry McPherson; Al Von Tilzer Performer(s): Roy Rogers; and various other artists
There's a wonderful light in the sky tonight With silver the hills are sprayed And the moon seems so near That I know he will hear ev'ry word of my love serenade
Roll along prairie moon Roll along while I bloom Shine above, lamp of love Prairie moon
Way up there in the blue Maybe youre lonely too Wingin by, in the sky Prairie moon
I need your tender light To make things right You know Im so alone, tonight
Roll away, shed your beam On the home of my dream Hold her too, let her bloom Prairie moon
The Weekend's Here Composer(s): Mushimsky - Bell Performer(s): Chubby Checker
* Group
Yeah school is out And the weekend's here *Hey hey the weekend's here Wait for the bell Never thought it would ring yeah *Hey hey the weekend's here Well now you're out Out on the street The sound of the music's Gonna ring in your feet Come on everybody The weekend's here *Hey hey the weekend's here Put aside your books Your pencils, your erasers *Hey hey the weekend's here The music's got a beat It's gonna send ya *Hey hey the weekend's here (The singer's really hip) (The record's a groove)
Gonna make you wanna move Come on everybody The weekend's here *The week The week's so long Never thought it would pass Exams are all over Couldn't wait to get out of class So I could dance So I could dance Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah It's Friday night And thing's are goin?strong yeah *Hey hey the weekend's here (Sounds like thunder) Sweepin?cross the floor yeah *Hey hey the weekend's here Saturday night another great dance Come on baby let's a take a chance Come on everybody The weekend's here *Hey hey the weekend's here Come on everybody The weekend's here *Hey hey the weekend's here Come on everybody The weekend's here *Hey hey the weekend's here Hey Hey*
Comme Une Madone Oubliée Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Tous les soirs, la même fille attend Sur le même square, le même banc Comme une madone oubliée, les jambes croisées Elle voyage au milieu des maisons Dans la nuit bleue des télévisions Comme les fantômes légers, les voiles de fumée On dit qu'elle a des chambres en ville On dit qu'elle dort sur le côté Qu'elle est plutôt d'humeur facile Qu'on ne la dérange jamais Qu'il y a des tas de chats qui dorment En travers sur ses oreillers Au milieu du parfum des hommes Et même si tout ça c'était vrai Au milieu des feuilles et des brindilles Elle fait son show sur talons aiguilles Elle joue son cinéma muet Elle tend ses filets Et sur les allées du square s'imprime Le pas de ses futures victimes Qui viendront s'incendier le cur Aux étranges lueurs On dit qu'elle est l'amie fidèle De ceux qui n'osent pas parler Qu'elle connaît le chant des sirènes Qu'elle peut aussi le murmurer Qu'il y a des tas de gens qui l'aiment Et qui ne lui sourient jamais Que ce ne sont jamais les mêmes Et même si tout ça c'était vrai Quels que soient les murs qui te protègent Un soir tu te prendras à son piège Le soir où tu seras devenu Une ombre de plus Car tous les soirs, la même fille attend Sur le même square et sur le même banc Comme une madone oubliée Les jambes croisées
Roll Along Covered Wagon Composer(s): Jimmy Kennedy Performer(s): Harry Roy; Primo Scala
Roll along covered wagon, roll along To the turn of your wheels I sing a song City ladies may be fine but give me that girl of mine Roll along covered wagon, roll along
Going home covered wagon going home For this cowboy was never born to roam 'Long the road that doesn't change To that old "Bar twenty range" Roll along covered wagon, roll along
Wipee-teeyi, old timers heading for your ranch house door Wipee-teeyi, old timers Coral me so I'll never stray no more" Roll along covered wagon, roll along"
The Weekend Song Composer(s): Billy Joel Performer(s): Billy Joel
This backbreakin', boneshakin', bellyachin' Hardworkin', two more hours to go Yes, it's keepin' me alive doin' nine to five And I got nothin' to show Pretty soon I'll be leavin', with the wages I'm receiving, but I know it's gonna be alright Come on, babe, and take me away We got some money to spend tonight Pick me up at the station, meet me at the train Have a meal and a shower and a change of clothes I can't afford a vacation, but I can take the strain Long as I can be with you, find a way to burn it as quickly as I earn it
And it's backbreakin', boneshakin', bellyachin' Hardworkin', two more hours to go Seven long years for the same corporation and I ain't got nothin' to show And tonight when I'm leavin' I'll be just breakin' Even but i know it's gonna be alright I shake off my blues when you put on your shoes We got some money to spend tonight
I don't wanna stand here and sound accusin' Ev'rybody does their share of losin' If I'm gonna lose it I might as well be doin' it right
And it's backbreakin', boneshakin', bellyachin' Hardworkin', two more hours to go It's keepin' me alive doin' nine to five And I got nothin' to show And tonight when I'm leavin' I'll be just breakin' Even but I know it's gonna be alright Come on, babe, and take me away We got some money to spend tonight Come on, babe, and take me away Got some money to spend tonight
Tout l'argent du monde, gardez leur pour vous Et vous pouvez dire aux plus belles blondes Qu'elles ne se pendront plus à mon cou
Moi je ne veux qu'elle encore et toujours Je n'ai besoin de rien Rien d'autre que son amour
Ouais, toutes ces princesses qui règnent la nuit Peuvent garder leur corps et leurs richesses Elles ne font plus partie de ma vie
Moi je ne veux qu'elle encore et toujours Je n'ai besoin de rien Non, rien d'autre que son amour
Elle m'a aimé Comme une femme Elle m'a fait mal mais elle m'a fait l'amour Elle s'est donnée Comme une femme Comme on se noie Ou comme on voit le jour
Elle m'a aimé Comme une femme Elle m'a fait vivre et elle m'a fait mourir Elle s'est battue Comme une femme Elle m'a donné plus qu'elle ne m'a pris Elle sait le prix des larmes Et c'est une femme
Ceux qui jouent à l'amour quand il est trop tard Ne me mettront plus jamais dans leur lit Plus jamais dans leurs rêves de gloire
Moi je ne veux qu'elle encore et toujours Je n'ai besoin de rien Non, rien d'autre que son amour
Elle m'a aimé Comme une femme Elle m'a fait mal mais elle m'a fait l'amour Elle s'est donnée Comme une femme Comme on se noie Ou comme on voit le jour
Elle m'a aimé Comme une femme Elle m'a fait vivre et elle m'a fait mourir Elle s'est battue Comme une femme Elle m'a donné plus qu'elle ne m'a pris Elle sait le prix des larmes Et c'est une femme
Tout l'argent du monde Gardez le pour vous Et vous pouvez dire aux plus belles blondes Qu'elles ne se pendront plus à mon cou
Roland The Roadie And Gertrude The Groupie Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Dr. Hook & The Medicine Show
Now Roland the roadie was only a toadie who set up the lights and the mikes for the shows And Gertrude the groupie was a rock and roll fan who stood by the stage door in the rains and the snows
Roland the roadie met Gertrude the groupie at a rock concert back in Bayonne He tried to seduce, said he'd introduce her to all of the Beatles and Stones
So Roland the roadie got Gertrude the groupie a seat in the balcony above And Gertrude the groupie felt grateful and groovy but Roland the roadie felt love
And some folks loves ham hocks and some folks loves pork chops and some folks love vegetable soup But Roland the roadie loves Gertrude the groupie but Gertrude the groupie loves groups
She stood up and screamed as the amber spot gleamed on her heroes so skinny and tall With their eyelids so droopy, and Gertrude the groupie and she was in love with them all
Roland the roadie told Gertrude the groupie to wait and he'd be her man But while he dreamed of a rose covered home she was out with the group in the van
Hey Gertie, get out here, come on babe, come on out of there....I know you're in there... The whole trailer's moving baby....What about me....Gertie... Oh Gertie
Now Roland the roadie is back on the road, his heart has been broken again And Gertrude the groupie waits out in the cold for the very next group to come in
And some folks loves ham hocks and some folks loves pork chops and some folks loves vegetable soup And Roland the roadie loves Gertrude the groupie but Gertrude the groupie loves groups ....groups.....groups.....groups......
The Wee Cooper O'fife (Traditional) Performer(s): Burl Ives and multiple other artists
There was a wee cooper what lived in Fife Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo And he had gotten a gentle wife Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
She wouldna bake, nor she wouldna brew Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo For the spoilin' o' her comely hue Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
She wouldna wash, nor she wouldna wring Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo For the spoilin' o' her gowden ring Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
She wouldna card, nor she wouldna spin Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo For the shamin' o' her gentle kin Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
So the wee cooper went to his woodpack Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo And laid a sheepskin on his wife's back Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
'Now, I wouldna thrash ye for your gentle kin Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo But I would thrash me ain sheepskin' Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
'Oh, I will bake and I will brew Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo And nae mair think o' my comely hue! Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
'And I will wash and I will wring Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo And nae mair think o' my gowden ring! Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
'And I will card and I will spin Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo And nae mair think o' my gentle kin!' Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
So ye what has gotten a gentle wife Knickety, knackety, noo noo noo Just ye send for the wee cooper o' Fife! Hey willy-wallacky, how John Dougal, a lane quo rooshety roo roo roo
Comme Une Chanson Triste Performer(s): Claude François
Il m'arrive souvent d'être heureux Sans qu'il y ait de raison précise De toucher la main du Bon Dieu De trouver les gens merveilleux De sourire à tout ce qu'ils disent L'orage devient une symphonie Jouée par un batteur céleste Tout ce qui m'ennuie dans la vie Paraît facile et me sourit Mais pourquoi si souvent aussi
Je me sens comme une chanson triste Langoureux et malheureux Comme une chanson en mineur Avec des sanglots plein la voix Je me sens comme une chanson triste Langoureux et malheureux Comme si j'étais seul au monde Abandonné perdu sans toi Mais la vie est ainsi faite Que toujours après la fête Le vent tourne et je reste Comme une chanson triste Langoureux et malheureux Une chanson qui n'en finit pas
Parfois je sens que tout va bien A la minute où je m'éveille Je chante en prenant mon bain Je souris même à mon voisin Je crois en tout, je m'émerveille Mais dans la tiédeur du bonheur Se glisse comme une main de glace Pourquoi faut-il souffrir autant Pour être heureux si peu de temps Mais pourquoi dois-je aussi souvent
Me sentir comme une chanson triste Langoureux et malheureux Comme une chanson en mineur Avec des sanglots plein la voix Je me sens comme une chanson triste Langoureux et malheureux Comme si j'étais seul au monde Abandonné perdu sans toi Mais la vie est ainsi faite Que toujours après la fête Le vent tourne et je reste :
Comme une chanson triste Langoureux et malheureux Langoureux et malheureux Comme une chanson en mineur Avec des sanglots plein la voix Je me sens comme une chanson triste Langoureux et malheureux Comme si j'étais seul au monde Abandonné perdu sans toi Mais la vie est ainsi faite Que toujours après la fête Le vent tourne et je reste Comme une chanson triste Langoureux et malheureux....
Roland The Headless Thompson Gunner Composer(s): David Lindell; Warren Zevon Performer(s): Warren Zevon
Roland was a warrior from the Land of the Midnight Sun With a Thompson gun for hire, fighting to be done The deal was made in Denmark on a dark and stormy day So he set out for Biafra to join the bloody fray
Through sixty-six and seven they fought the Congo war Fingers on their triggers, knee-deep in gore For days and nights they battled the Bantu to their knees They killed to earn their living and to help out the Congolese
Roland the Thompson gunner...
His comrades fought beside him - Van Owen and the rest But of all the Thompson gunners Roland was the best So the CIA decided they wanted Roland dead That son-of-a-bitch Van Owen blew off Roland's head
Roland the headless Thompson gunner (Time, time, time For another peaceful war Norway's bravest son But time stands still for Roland 'Til he evens up the score) They can still see his headless body stalking through the night In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun In the muzzle flash of Roland's Thompson gun
Roland searched the continent for the man who'd done him in He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn't say a word But he blew Van Owen's body from there to Johannesburg
Roland the headless Thompson gunner...
The eternal Thompson gunner, still wandering through the night Now it's ten years later but he still keeps up the fight In Ireland, in Lebanon, in Palestine and Berkeley Patty Hearst heard the burst of Roland's Thompson gun And bought it
The Wedding Samba Composer(s): Abraham Ellstein - Joseph Liebowitz - Allan Small Performer(s): Edmundo Ros and multiple other artists
While strolling through a garden on a lovely summer's eve The evening shadows were about to fall The dew had kissed the flowers and the air lulled them to sleep While night's dark mantle hovered over all
Seated on a bench, and meditating there alone My eyes grew dim, I soon fell in a doze I dreamt there was a wedding 'midst the flowers rich and rare The bride the Lily and the groom the Rose
The Tulip kissed the Violet, the Daffodil the Pink The Lilies bowed their heads in sweet repose The pretty Morning Glory told the Hyacinth the story Of the weeding of the Lily and the Rose
I soon awoke from slumber in fair flowers sweet domain Like virgin buds my eyes began to ope Fanned by the gentle zephyrs with Aeolian music sweet The Roses whispered to the Lilies hope
The flowers soon began to drop their heads and fall asleep Rocked by the gentle perfumed-laden breeze The goddess of the flowers came and waved her magic wand And then I heard this whispered through the trees
The Tulip kissed the Violet, the Daffodil the Pink The Lilies bowed their heads in sweet repose The pretty Morning Glory told the Hyacinth the story Of the weeding of the Lily and the Rose
The Wedding Of The Lily And The Rose Composer(s): W. Andrew Mack - Thomas Le Mack
While strolling through a garden on a lovely summer's eve The evening shadows were about to fall The dew had kissed the flowers and the air lulled them to sleep While night's dark mantle hovered over all
Seated on a bench, and meditating there alone My eyes grew dim, I soon fell in a doze I dreamt there was a wedding 'midst the flowers rich and rare The bride the Lily and the groom the Rose
The Tulip kissed the Violet, the Daffodil the Pink The Lilies bowed their heads in sweet repose The pretty Morning Glory told the Hyacinth the story Of the weeding of the Lily and the Rose
I soon awoke from slumber in fair flowers sweet domain Like virgin buds my eyes began to ope Fanned by the gentle zephyrs with Aeolian music sweet The Roses whispered to the Lilies hope
The flowers soon began to drop their heads and fall asleep Rocked by the gentle perfumed-laden breeze The goddess of the flowers came and waved her magic wand And then I heard this whispered through the trees
The Tulip kissed the Violet, the Daffodil the Pink The Lilies bowed their heads in sweet repose The pretty Morning Glory told the Hyacinth the story Of the weeding of the Lily and the Rose
You're Gonna Get What's Coming French Title: Comme Un Voleur - 1979 Composer(s): Robert Palmer First release by: Robert Palmer - 1978 Covered by: Bonnie Raitt
You came up on me like a landslide Once in awhile I get taken like that And I like it I've got a thunderbird parked right outside Give me a minute to finish this thing And we'll light it In all this heat it's a job keeping cool Oh yeah And I could fry an egg on you You came up on me like a landslide Once in awhile I get taken like that And I like it
You're gonna get what's coming You've been asking for it two days running You're gonna get what's coming You're gonna get what's coming to you
I hope that you're half as intrepid As you make out More often than not, I'll bet You never got what you asked for Keep on pouring until you hear me shout And turn up the sound If you want me to drive any faster Caution went out when you walked in the room If it never came back it would be too soon
You're gonna get what's coming You've been asking for it two days running You're gonna get what's coming You're gonna get what's coming to you
You're gonna get what's coming You've been asking for it two days running You're gonna get what's coming You're gonna get what's coming to you
You came up on me like a landslide Once in awhile I get taken like that And I like it You're gonna get what's coming You've been asking for it two days running You're gonna get what's coming You're gonna get what's coming to you
You're gonna get what's coming You've been asking for it two days running You're gonna get what's coming You're gonna get what's coming to you
You're gonna get what's coming You've been asking for it two days running You're gonna get what's coming You're gonna get what's coming to you
You're gonna get what's coming You've been asking for it two days running You're gonna get what's coming You're gonna get what's coming to you
Roisin Dubh Composer(s): Phil Lynott; Gary Moore Performer(s): Thin Lizzy
Tell me the legends of long ago When the kings and queens would dance
in the realm of the Black Rose Play me the melodies I want to know So I can teach my children, oh
Pray tell me the story of young C£ Chulainn How his eyes were dark his expression sullen And how he'd fight and always won And how they cried when he was fallen
Oh tell me the story of the Queen of this land And how her sons died at her own hand And how fools obey commands Oh tell me the legends of long ago
Where the mountains of Mourne come down to the sea Will she no come back to me Will she no come back to me
Oh Shenandoah I hear you calling Far away you rolling river Roll down the mountain side On down on down go lassie go
Oh Tell me the legends of long ago When the kings and queens would dance in the realms of the Black Rose Play me the melodies so I might know So I can tell my children, oh
My Roisin Dubh is my one and only true love It was a joy that Joyce brought to me While William Butler waits And Oscar, he's going Wilde
Ah sure, Brendan where have you Behan? Looking for a girl with green eyes My dark Rosaleen is my only colleen That Georgie knows Best
But Van is the man Starvation once again Drinking whiskey in the jar-o Synge's Playboy of the Western World
As Shaw, Sean I was born and reared there Where the Mountains of Mourne come down to the sea Is such a long, long way from Tipperary
The Wedding Of Lili Marlene Composer(s): Tommie Connor - Johnny Reine Performer(s): Harry Prime and multiple other artists
There were tears in the crowded congregation There were hearts that had loved but all in vain 'Twas goodbye to the sweetheart of the nation At the wedding of Lili Marlene
Men who'd marched where the desert sands are burning From Tobruk down the road to Alamein In their hearts tender mem'ries were returning At the wedding of Lili Marlene
As she knelt where the candlelights were gleaming It seemed the choir sang soft and low "Farewell my angel of the lamplight We'll always love you so"
Down the aisle came the bride in all her glory To the strains of her own, sweet, love refrain 'Twas the end of a very lovely story At the wedding of Lili Marlene
Comme Un Soleil
((Dutch Version: Een Groot Geluk (Jimmy Frey))
Composer(s): Pierre Delanoë - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain & Anne Vanderlove
and multiple other artists
Comme un soleil, comme une éclaircie Comme une fleur que l'on cueille entre les orties Elle doit venir, comme vient le beau temps Elle doit venir comme vient le printemps
Demandez-moi tout ce que vous voulez Et sans regrets je vous le donne Mais dites-moi où je la trouverai Celle qui comprendra, celle qui me dira "Où que tu ailles je vais avec toi Quel que soit le chemin, je te suis pas à pas" Et s'il m'arrivait alors de tomber C'est elle qui me relèverait
Comme un soleil, comme une éclaircie Comme une fleur que l'on cueille entre les orties Elle doit venir, comme vient le beau temps Elle doit venir comme vient le printemps
Demandez-moi tout ce que vous voulez De ne plus jamais voir personne De renoncer aux parfums de l'été Aux accords de guitare, aux fumées de la gloire Demandez-moi de ne plus croire en rien Pourvu que je la voie au bout de mon chemin Demandez-moi tout ce que vous voulez Mais dites-moi où la trouver
Comme un soleil, comme une éclaircie Comme une fleur que l'on cueille entre les orties Elle doit venir, comme vient le beau temps Elle doit venir comme vient le printemps
