Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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This Flight Tonight Composer(s): Joni Mitchell First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
Look out the left the captain said The lights down there, that's where we'll land I saw a falling star burn up Above the Las Vegas sands It wasn't the one that you gave to me That night down south between the trailers Not the early one That you can wish upon Not the northern one That guides in the sailors
Oh starbright, starbright You've got the lovin' that I like, all right Turn this crazy bird around I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight
You got the touch so gentle and sweet But you've got that look so critical Now I can't talk to you baby I get so weak Sometimes I think love is just mythical Up there's a heaven Down there's a town Blackness everywhere and little lights shine Oh, blackness, blackness dragging me down Come on light the candle in this poor heart of mine
Oh starbright, starbright You've got the lovin' that I like, all right Turn this crazy bird around I shouldn't hove got on this flight tonight
I'm drinking sweet champagne Got the headphones up high Can't numb you out Can't drum you out of my mind They're playing "Goodbye baby, Baby Goodbye, Ooh, ooh, love is blind" Up go the flaps, down go the wheels I hope you got your heat turned on baby I hope they finally fixed your automobile I hope it's better when we meet again baby
Starbright, starbright You got the lovin' that I like, all right Turn this crazy bird around I shouldn't have got on this flight tonight
Cow Cow Boogie Composer(s): Benny Carter; Gene DePaul; Don Raye First release by: Freddie Slack - 1942 Covered by multiple other artists
Out on the plains down near Santa Fe I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day And as he jogged along I heard him singing A most peculiar cowboy song It was a ditty, he learned in the city Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Get along, get hip little doggies Get along, better be on your way Get along, get hip little doggies And he trucked them on down the old fairway Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Singin' his cowboy song He's just too much He's got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem touch He was raised on local weed He's what you call a swing half breed Singin' his Cow Cow Booogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah
Get along little doggie, better be on your way, your way Get along little doggie And he trucked them on down the old fairway Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Yip Yip singing his cowboy song Yip Yip As he was joggling along Yip Yip he sings with a Harlem touch Yip Yip that guy is just too much Singing his cow cow boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yi yi yi yeahOut on the plains down near Santa Fe I met a cowboy ridin' the range one day And as he jogged along I heard him singing A most peculiar cowboy song It was a ditty, he learned in the city Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Get along, get hip little doggies Get along, better be on your way Get along, get hip little doggies And he trucked them on down the old fairway Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Singin' his cowboy song He's just too much He's got a knocked out western accent with a Harlem touch He was raised on local weed He's what you call a swing half breed Singin' his Cow Cow Booogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah (Orchestral interlude) Get along little doggie, better be on your way, your way Get along little doggie And he trucked them on down the old fairway Singin' his Cow Cow Boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yeah Comma ti yippity yi yeah Yip Yip singing his cowboy song Yip Yip As he was joggling along Yip Yip he sings with a Harlem touch Yip Yip that guy is just too much Singing his cow cow boogie in the strangest way Comma ti yi yi yi yi yi yeah
This Door Swings Both Ways ((Finnish Version: Odotan Toivoen (Johnny) - 1966)) Composer(s): Don Thomas - Estelle Levitt First release by: Herman's Hermits - 1966
Everyone's life is bittersweet It's a door that opens wide And no man can call himself complete Till he's seen it from both sides
This door swings both ways It's marked 'In' and 'Out' Some days you'll want to cry And some days you will shout
This door swings both ways It goes back and forth In comes a southern breeze Or a cold wind from the north
This door swings both ways Lets in joy and pain In comes the morning sun And then the evening rain
This door swings both ways Lets in dark and light Every day you make the choice To let in wrong or right
When shadows fall You must prepare yourself for sunshine For everything there is an end And so my friend you must be brave
This door swings both ways Which one will it be Will we live in happiness Or dwell in misery
This door swings both ways Lets in earth and sky Make the most of livin' If you're not prepared to die Make the most of livin' If you're not prepared to die
Susie sits all alone She waits by the telephone Joey's out having fun Waits to call when she's not at home She gets scared and then takes off And runs from the cover of love He knows that he'll find her there And knows what she'd thinking of
I know the broken hearted When I look in their eyes I see Is it the world that's changing And turning away from me
Why do we run from the cover of love Why do we run from the cover of love
You and I have been through this A million times or more Don't we know it's the same routine So what are we fighting for
We all go and waste our time But we are all the same All we do is just to tun away And play the same old game
You know the broken hearted When you look in my eyes you see Is it my life that's changing And getting away from me
Why do we run from the cover of love Why do we run from the cover of love
The changing heart knows no bound Time may stand still Emotions keep turning the fire burns on and on
You know the broken hearted When you look in my eyes you'll see Is it my life that's changing And getting away from me
Why do we run from the cover of love Why do we run from the cover of love
J'Ai Peur De L'Avion Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Des milliers d'hommes d'affaires Le nez dans le journal Rien d'autre à faire Essayer de trouver ça normal J'ai pas de costume sombre J'ai pas de conversation Et puis, j'ai peur de l'avion... Bienvenue dans le piège Une voix de velours Qui dit, "sous votre siège La veste de secours" Faut qu'il y en ait un qui tombe C'est peut-être le bon J'ai peur de l'avion... Tous les bruits sont bizarres Toutes les odeurs suspectes Même couché dans le couloir Je veux qu'on me respecte Je veux qu'on me respecte J'aimerais faire comme tout l'monde Trouver ça naturel D'être expulsé d'une fronde Jusqu'au milieu du ciel Qu'elle paraît minuscule Cette piste en béton J'ai peur de l'avion... Si jamais on se pose Ailleurs que dans les branches Je propose de suivre Toutes les messes de dimanche Je jure que je rentre à pied à la maison Y a rien à faire, rien à faire J'ai peur de l'avion... Peur de l'avion... Peur de l'avion... Peur de l'avion...
This Diamond Ring Composer(s): Al Kooper - Irwin Levine - Bob Brass First release by: Sammy Ambrose - 1964
Who wants to bu-u-uy this diamond ri-i-i-ing? She took it off her finger, now it doesn't mean a thi-i-i-ng This diamond ring doesn't shine for me anymore And this diamond ring doesn't mean what it meant before So if you've got someone whose love is tru-u-ue Let it shine for yo-ou-ou
This stone is genuine like love should be-e-e-e And if your baby's truer than my baby was to me-e-e-e This diamond ring can mean something beautiful And this diamond ring can mean dreams that are coming true And then your heart won't have to break like mine did If there's love behind it
This diamond ring can mean something beautiful And this diamond ring can mean dreams that are coming true And then your heart won't have to break like mine did If there's love behind it
This diamond ring doesn't shine for me anymore And this diamond ring doesn't mean what it meant before...
So if you've got someone whose love is tru-u-ue Let it shine for yo-ou-ou
J'Ai Peur De Coucher Tout Seul Composer(s): Albert Willemetz; C.L. Pothier; C. Oberfeld Performer(s): Maurice Chevalier
Quand j'étais petit, petit, petit La nuit j'avais peur dans mon lit Je ne pouvais jamais parvenir À m'endormir Près de moi lorsque j'avais trop peur Je couchais la poupée d'ma sur Et je suis resté, j'en suis honteux Un peu peureux!
{Refrain:} J'ai peur de coucher tout seul Depuis l'âge de six mois Quelles sont les dames qui veulent Dormir près de moi? Le soir sitôt que j'éteins la lumière J'peux pas dormir si je suis solitaire J'ai besoin d'une petite femme Pour veiller sur moi Ce n'est pas, oh non, mesdames Pour ce que l'on croit C'est uniquement parce que j'ai peur d'coucher tout seul! Quelles sont les dames qui veulent Dormir près de moi?
Pourquoi donc Mesdames rougissez-vous? Vous vous trompez du tout au tout! Vous me supposez j'en suis certain Un libertin Mais tout dans ma vie peut vous l'prouver Je suis un garçon bien élevé Je n'ai simplement j'en suis pas fier Que ce p'tit travers!
{Refrain:} J'ai peur de coucher tout seul Et voilà pourquoi Je demande les dames qui veulent Dormir près de moi Dans mon grand lit quand je sens qu'y a personne Je suis glacé, tout transi, je frissonne Quand je suis avec une femme Voir même deux ou trois Leur chaleur je le proclame Me donne du sang froid C'est enfantin, mais j'ai peur de coucher tout seul Quelles sont les dames qui veulent Dormir près de moi?
Je vous garantis qu'en acceptant Pour vous c'n'est pas compromettant Vous n'aurez qu'à me tenir la main Jusqu'à demain Je n'troublerai pas votre repos Je n'frôlerai pas votre peau Sur un bord, vous mettrez votre corps Moi sur l'autre bord
{Refrain:} J'ai peur de coucher tout seul Mais ce soir je vois Beaucoup d'jolies dames qui veulent Dormir près de moi J'en vois des brunes et des rousses et des blondes Certainement je vais r'fuser du monde Votre dévouement me touche Me remplit d'émoi J'vous avertis que j'me couche À minuit vingt trois Pour cette nuit, comme j'ai peur de coucher tout seul Quelles sont les dames qui veulent Dormir avec moi?
Sábado Á Noite ((English Version: Down At The Twist And Shout (Mary Chapin Carpenter)) Performer(s): Sandy & Júnior
Sábado á noite a lu a está indo manhâ de domingo já vai começar mas onde há dança a gente não se cansa é contagiante, não dá pra parar enquando houver música e gente festejando nós vamos dançar pra frente e pra trás ao som da sanfona e rabecachorona demais
muita gente está chegando de todo o lugar caipirodrómo enchendo já vai começar o povo ancioso e nós muito mais pois no rádio anuncia que a banda é demais de banda eu entendo, o parceiro é dez a gente se entende no olhar e nos pés o primeiro som já nos contagiou que alegria , o baile começou
E dança o vovô João com a Mariazinha Dança o chico bento e a maria chiquinha A dona araci que não perde uma dança o basílio bebe odas mas não perde a elegância pra entregar o prêmio ao melhor casal chamaramo prefeito, sujeito legal nem a credito quando ele falou adivinhe quem é que ganhou
vem o padre a família e o policial não tem raça e nem cor, todo mundo é igual o amor está presente em cada coração e a felicidade é nossa direção ninguém quer ouvir que o baile acabou que o dia nasceu e o sol raiou enquanto a música estiver no ar a gente não se cansa de dançar
Cover Me Composer(s): Bruce Springsteen First release by: Bruce Springsteen - 1984
The times are tough now, just getting tougher This old world is rough, it's just getting rougher Cover me, come on baby, cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Promise me baby you won't let them find us Hold me in your arms, let's let our love blind us Cover me, shut the door and cover me Well I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
Outside's the rain, the driving snow I can hear the wild wind blowing Turn out the light, bolt the door I ain't going out there no more
This whole world is out there just trying to score I've seen enough I don't want to see any more Cover me, come on and cover me I'm looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me Looking for a lover who will come on in and cover me
J'Ai Peur Composer(s): Enrico Macias; J. Demarny Performer(s): Enrico Macias
J'ai peur de devoir dire Ce qui me fait trembler J'ai peur de faire souffrir Ceux qui m'ont tout donné J'ai peur de voir partir Mes parents mes amis Et rester seul dans la vie
J'ai peur que mon enfant S'en aille un jour cueillir Les raisins de ma colère Et puis le voir rougir Et puis le voir mentir Après que je l'ai laissé faire
J'ai peur des longs silences Et puis j'ai peur du bruit J'ai peur des imprudences Que fait payer l'ennui J'ai peur de me confier Et puis de trop parler Oui j'ai peur d'être trompé
J'ai peur que le public Me tourne un jour le dos S'en allant très loin de moi Et puis me voir courir Et puis me voir sourire Pour chercher encore à y croire
J'ai peur des cheveux blancs Qu'il faudra bien que j'ai J'ai peur à chaque instant De pas assez aimer J'ai peur qu'après la vie Notre amour soit fini Et jamais plus réuni
J'ai peur de te chercher Sans répit J'ai peur de te chercher Dans la nuit Et oui j'ai peur de perdre la vie
This Could Be the Start of Something Composer(s): Steve Allen Performer(s): Mark Murphy - 1959 and multiple other artists
You're walkin' along the street, or you're at a party Or else you're alone and then you suddenly dig You're lookin' in someone's eyes You suddenly realise That this could be the start of something big!
You're lunchin' at twenty one and watching you diet Declining a charlotte russe, accepting a fig When out of a clear blue sky It's suddenly gal and guy And this could be the start of something big!
There's no controlling The unrolling Of your fate, my friend Who knows what's written in the magic book? But when a lover You discover At the gate, my friend Invite her in without a second look!
You're up in an aeroplane or dining at Sardi's Or lying at Malibu, alone in the sand You suddenly hear a bell And right away you can tell That this could be the start of something grand!
You're doin' your income tax or buyin' a toothbrush Or hurryin' home because the hour is late Then suddenly there you go The very next thing you know Is this could be the start of something great!
You're havin' a snowball fight or pickin' up daisies You're singin' a happy tune or knockin' on wood When all of a sudden you Look up and there's someone new Oh, this could be the start of something good!
Your destined lover You discover In a frightening flash So keep your heart awake, both night and day! Because the meeting May be fleeting As a lightning flash And you don't wanna let it slip away!
You're watchin' the sun come up or countin' your money Or else in a dim cafe you're ordering wine Then suddenly there she is You wanna be where she is And this must be the start of somethin' This could be the heart of somethin' This could be the start of somethin' grand!
Cousin Norman Composer(s): Hugh Nicholson Performer(s): Marmalade
Through the long grass, past the tall trees There's a cabin that's a nestlin' in the pines Where my sweetheart's catchin' small fish With a cane and a bent pin on a line And if you happen to pass by, please Come and join us join our company
There's my daddy on the front porch With a lazy hound lying by his feet And my mommie's in the kitchen With the table all ready set to eat So if you happen to pass by, please Come and join us join our company and
Oh Oh Oh I just want to be there Underneath the sun and the deep, deep blue sky...and Oh Oh Oh I just want to be there Even when it rains and it pours it's a paradise
Cousin Norman comes a courtin' With the same girl every single day Got a stammer, like a hammer You can't understand a word that he s-says So if you happen to pass by, please Come and join us join our company and
Oh Oh Oh I just want to be there Underneath the sun and the deep, deep blue sky... and Oh Oh Oh I just want to be there Even when it rains and it pours it's a paradise
Oh Oh Oh I just want to be there Underneath the sun and the deep, deep blue sky... and Oh Oh Oh I just want to be there Even when it rains and it pours it's a paradise
J'Ai Peur Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
J'ai peur Que tu ne m'aimes pas autant Que moi je t'aime et qu'il se peut Que ton amour soit simplement Un jeu
J'ai peur Qu'un amoureux occasionnel Surgissant dans ta vie un jour Propose à ton coeur un nouvel Amour
Je ne puis être magnanime Je t'aime tant, je t'aime trop Seule la jalousie m'anime Je suis peut-être ton bourreau Mais je suis surtout ta victime Sans un mot
J'ai peur Comme un enfant glacé d'effroi Seul et tremblant au fond du lit Froid d'un sordide orphelinat La nuit
J'ai peur A tout moment je n'y peux rien Et je te fais souffrir malgré moi Quand je veux savoir d'où tu viens Et vas
J'ai peur Mon coeur ne se contrôle pas Souvent inquiet, toujours jaloux Il se méfie de toi et moi De tout
Tu es tout ce que j'ai en tête Tu es le jour et moi la nuit Je suis pas beau tu es parfaite Je tiens à toi plus qu'à ma vie Nous somme la belle et la bête Réunis
J'ai peur Et si tu viens à me quitter Je sais que mon coeur portera Le deuil de ces années passées Marquées Par toi
This Can't Be Love Composer(s): Richard Rodgers - Lorenz Hart First performance by: Eddie Albert & Marcy Westcott - 1938 Covered by multiple other artists
This can't be love, because I feel so well No sobs, no sorrows, no sighs This can't be love; I get no dizzy spells My head is not in the skies
My heart does not stand still, just hear it beat This is too sweet to be love
This can't be love, because I feel so well But still I love to look in your eyes
My heart does not stand still, just hear it beat This is too sweet to be love
This can't be love, because I feel so well But still I love to look in your eyes Still I love to look in your eyes
Cousin Dupree Composer(s): Donald Fagen; Walter Becker Performer(s): Steely Dan
Well I've kicked around a lot since high school I've worked a lot of nowhere gigs From keyboard man in a rock'n ska band To haulin' boss crude in the big rigs Now I've come back home to plan my next move From the comfort of my Aunt Faye's couch When I see my little cousin Janine walk in All I could say was ow-ow-ouch
Honey how you've grown Like a rose Well we used to play When we were three How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
She turned my life into a living hell In those little tops and tight capris I pretended to be readin' the National Probe As I was watchin' her wax her skis On Saturday night she walked in with her date And backs him up against the wall I tumbled off the couch and heard myself sing In a voice I never knew I had before
Honey how you've grown Like a rose Well we used to play When we were three How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
I'll teach you everything I know If you teach me how to do that dance Life is short and quid pro quo And what's so strange about a down-home family romance?
One night we're playin' gin by a cracklin' fire And I decided to make my play I said babe with my boyish charm and good looks How can you stand it for one more day She said maybe its the skeevy look in your eyes Or that your mind has turned to applesauce The dreary architecture of your soul I said - but what is it exactly turns you off?
Honey how you've grown Like a rose Well we used to play When we were three How about a kiss for your cousin Dupree
J'Ai Perdu Mon Amour Composer(s): P. Spector; G. Aber; B. Mann; C. Weil Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
On l'a vu s'en aller, que va-t-il chercher? La nuit Pleurant son Amour, le cur déchiré Il prie Il va marcher jusqu'au jour Il supplie Oh, oui il supplie J'ai perdu mon Amour Venez à mon secours J'ai perdu mon Amour Je n'ai plus rien, rien, rien Oh, oh, oh, oh .... On l'a vu s'en aller, il veut se cacher Ainsi Son chagrin muet, il veut le garder Pour lui Son cri d'amour est en lui Déchirant Oh, oui, suppliant J'ai perdu mon Amour Venez à mon secours J'ai perdu mon Amour Je n'ai plus rien, rien, rien Oh, oh, oh, oh .... Sans un ami, il s'en va seul et n'importe où Tout seul, il prie en vain comme un fou Il n'en peut plus Non, non, non, non, non, non Il n'en peut plus J'ai perdu mon Amour Venez à mon secours J'ai perdu mon Amour Je n'ai plus rien, rien, rien Rien que du chagrin Oh, oh, oh, oh .... J'ai perdu mon Amour Venez à mon secours J'ai perdu mon Amour Je n'ai plus rien, rien, rien Oh, oh, oh, oh ....
Courtin' In The Kitchen (Traditional) Performer(s): The Clancy Brothers and multiple other artists
Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention Don't ever fall in love, 'tis the devil's own invention For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitching Miss Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly's kitchen
Sing too-ra loo-ra lie Singing too-ra loo-ra ladie Sing too-ra loo-ra-la Singing too-ra loo-ra ladie
At the age of seventeen I was prenticed to a grocer Not far from Stephen's Green where Miss Henri's used to go sir Her manners were so fine, she set me heart a-twitchin' When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen Sunday bein' the day we were to have the flare-up I dressed meself quite gay and I frizzed and oiled me hair up The Captain had no wife and he'd gone off a-fishin' So we kicked up high-life below stairs in the kitchen Just as the clock struck six we sat down to the table She handed tea and cakes and I ate what I was able I had cakes with punch and tay till me side had got a stitch in And the time passed quick away with our courtin' in the kitchen With me arms around her waist, she slyly hinted marriage When to the door in dreadful haste came Captain Kelly's carriage Her looks told me full well and they were not bewitchin' That she wished I'd get to hell, or somewhere from the kitchen She flew up off me knees, full five feet up or higher And over head and heels threw me slap into the fire Me new Repealer's coat that I bought from Mr. Mitchel With a thirty-shilling note went to blazes in the kitchen I grieved to see me duds all besmeared with smoke and ashes When a tub of dirty suds right in me face she dashes As I lay on the floor, the water she kept pitchin' Till a footman broke the door and came chargin' in the kitchen When the Captain came downstairs tho' he seen me situation Despite all me prayers I was marched to the station For me they'd take no bail, tho' to get home I was itchin' And I had to tell the tale of how I came into the kitchen I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial For assault she did indict me, and I was sent for trial She swore I robbed the house in spite of all her schreechin' And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen
