Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Those Days Are Over Composer(s): Andrew B. Sterling - Edward P. Moran - Harry Von Tilzer
Let's take a look in memry's book back to the days of yore Back to the school old swimmin' pool wel'll just be kids once more Let's wander back where we used to sit and dram Down by the old mill stream
Let's climb the hill down by the mill pile on the old bob sled Coasting we'll go roll in the snow until our cheeks grow red Oh for the days of the olden golden pas They were too good to last
Where are the days of long ago? Those days are over those days are over all over Where is the barefoot bashful beau? the one who wrote "I love you so" Oh! Sweet childhood days so dear to you and me Sweet wildwood ways are just a memory Gee! but it makes me sad some how Those days are over over now
Cruisin' Composer(s): Smokey Robinson - Marvin Tarplin
First release by: Smokey Robinson - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
Baby let's cruise, away from here Don't be confused, the way is clear And if you want it you got it forever This is not a one night stand, baby, yeah so
Let the music take your mind, ooh Just release and you will find You're gonna fly away Glad you're goin' my way I love it when we're cruisin' together The music is played for love Cruisin' is made for love I love it when we're cruisin' together
Baby tonight belongs to us Everything's right, do what you must And inch by inch we get closer and closer To every little part of each other ooh baby, yeah So
Let the music take your mind Just release and you will find You're gonna fly away Glad you're going my way I love it when we're cruisin' together The music is played for love Cruisin' is made for love I love it when we're cruisin' together
Cruise with me baby Cruise
Baby let's cruise Let's flow, let's glide Ooooh let's open up, and go inside And if you want it you got it forever I can just stay there inside you And love you baby
Let the music, take your mind Just release and you will find You're gonna fly (away) Yeah, I'm glad you're going my way I love it, when we're cruisin together The music is played for love Cruisin' is made for (love) I love it, I love it, I love it You're gonna fly away Yeah, glad you're going my way I love it when we're cruisin' together (The music is played for love) It's love music (Cruisin' is made for love) ...
Je Bivouaque Au Pays De Cocagne Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Une rue sans joie où les sbires Tout seuls ne s'aventurent pas Un coupe-gorge et même pire La venelle où traînaient mes pas! Mais j'avais mangé du poète Je marchais un peu sur la tête Et cett' rue je l'ai traversée Comm' l'avenue des Champs-Élysées
{Refrain:} Je bivouaque au Pays de Co cagne depuis Que j'ai bouté La vérité Au fond du puits
Beauté du diable et qui n'inspire Pas l'envie d'aller en sabbat Epouvantail et même pire La fille m'offrant ses appas! Mais j'avais mangé du poète Je marchais un peu sur la tête Et j'ai changé cette petite En une Vénus Aphrodite
{Refrain}
Quatre anges déchus qui soupirent Si peu qu'on ne les entend pas Jamais étreinte ne fut pire Jamais amour vola si bas! Mais j'avais mangé du poète Je marchais un peu sur la tête Et quittant doucement la terre Je fus à bon port à Cythère
I left my sweetheart in old New Hampshire, waving to my train I sort of reckoned that old New Hampshire would never see me again I got "kinder" tired of my home town, had a lot of silly dreams mighty disappointed looking 'round, this life ain't what it seems
My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam you could live around the city years or more and never get acquainted with the folks next door Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'" I'm longing now for the fields, I used to plow I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb (I've been a drone) and in the homestead on the hill, I wonder if they're waiting still Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home Maple syrup flowing from the shady maple trees, hear the rooster crowing hear the humming of the bees, see the corn a waving in the fields of new mown hay that is why I'm craving, why I'm leaving here today
My heart is sighing now for the good old days back home I'm crying now, I was foolish kid to roam you could live around the city years or more and never even know the folks that live next door Way back home you rise at dawning, you meet a stranger and he'll say "Good Mornin'" I'm sighing now for the fields, I used to plow I want to see the bumble bees a buzzin' 'round the comb (I've been a drone) I want to ride for miles, I'm through with butter cakes and Childs Oh, my heart is sighing, and I'm just dying for the good old days back home
Lucy and Ramona cruisin' thru the jungles of L.A. Hopin' to promote a dream somewhere along the way (They're) Rollin' thru the streets looking for a disco Passin' up the treats from a kid named Cisco Trying to make connections With their blemish-free complexions And just as fate would have it They ended up with Sunset Sam
Sam was sellin' watches from a suitcase on a TV tray And Lucy and Ramona were tryin' to figure out if he was gay The three of them were standing staring at each other When the light behind their eyes blew each other's cover The ancient code was branded And each of them was handed A ticket to their kingdom 'Cause they saw their brother Sunset Sam
Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam People on the streets tryin' to find a plan People on the streets lookin' for the land Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam
Lucy was from Compton and she met Ramona at a zoo Ramona was from Brooklyn, but she left when she was twenty-two Sam was a native of the Arizona desert But he split when he was slated for some governmental make-work Their differences subsided when the common bond was sighted They were all from the same place That made the famous Sunset Sam
Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam People on the streets tryin' to find a plan People on the streets lookin' for the land Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam
(Yes it is) Lucy and Ramona and Sunset Sam People on the streets tryin' to find a plan People on the streets just lookin' for the land Lucy and Ramona and their brother Sunset Sam
Meet Me On The Corner Composer(s): Rod Clements
First release by: Lindisfarne - 1971
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I came along just to bring you a song
Can you spare one dream for me
You won't have met me
So soon you'll forget
So don't mind me tugging at your sleeve
I'm asking you if I could fix a rendezvous
For your dreams are all I believe
Meet me on the corner
When the lights are coming on
And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there
Down the empty streets will disappear
Into the darkness you have dreams enough to spare
Lay down your bundles
Of rag and reminders
And spread your wealth on the ground
Well I got time if you deal them mine
I'm just hanging around
Meet me on the corner
When the lights are coming on
And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there
Down the empty streets will disappear
Into the darkness you have dreams enough to spare
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I'm asking you if I could fix a rendezvous
For your dreams are all I believe
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I came along just to bring you a song
Can you spare one dream for me
Non, Je Ne Veux Pas Faire La Guerre English Title: No, I Don't Want To Make War Composer(s): G. Péram; A. Iser Performer(s): Les Poppys
Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
America, mystère, fantôme, à Cuba, tout est okay Oh, Calcutta, U.S. go home! Je refuse, je vous connais Et je mamuse, et ça me plait
Mais jai dix ans, mais jai dix ans, sil vous plait
Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Bonsoir tristesse, adieu boing! Où sont le loup et lagneau? Je vous comprends monsieur Yarring, mais la fleur a besoin deau Et je suis un petit idiot
Mais jai dix ans, mais jai dix ans, mais jai dix ans, et cest beau
Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
You have to wash with the crocodile in the river You have to swim with the sharks in the sea You have to live with the crooked politician Trush those things that you can never see Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana (jesse boy) ayeye ayeye
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky It's a cruel crazy beautiful world One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
Beyond the door, strange cruel beautiful years lie waiting for you It kills me to know you won't escape loneliness Maybe you lose hope too Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana ayeye ayeye
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky It's a cruel crazy beautiful world One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
When I feel your small body close to mine I feel weak and strong at the same time So few years to give you wings to fly Show you the stars to guide your ship by
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky It's a cruel crazy beautiful world One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
Des Chansons Pop
Composer(s): F. Bernheim - G. Lajeunesse
Performer(s): Les Poppy's
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline J'ai entendu qu'il y a des garçons Et puis de filles qui chantent des chansons
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête Des chansons pop, musique populaire Musique populaire
Venez la nuit derrière la colline Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline Nous serons cent ou peut-être cent mille Nous chanterons le nouvel Évangile
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête Des chansons pop, musique populaire Musique populaire
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline Dans un grand champ ou le soleil décline Nous pourrons dire et chanter tous en coeur Tous réunis ce qu'on a dans le coeur
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline Venez chanter les chants de la sagesse Venez chanter les chants de la jeunesse
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête Des chansons pop, musique populaire Musique populaire Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête Des chansons pop, musique populaire Musique populaire
Millie: There are those I suppose Think we're mad Heaven knows The world has gone To rack and to ruin What we think is chic, unique and quite adorable They think is odd and sodom and gomorrah-able
But the fact is Everything today is thoroughly modern Check your personality Everything today makes yesterday slow Better face reality It's not insanity Says Vanity Fair In fact, it's stylish To raise your skirts and bob your hair
In a rumble seat, the world is so cozy If the boy is kissable And that tango dance they wouldn't allow Now is quite permissible Goodbye, good'-goody girl I'm changing and how! So beat the drums Coz here comes thoroughly modern Millie now!
Everything today is thoroughly modern Bands are gettin' jazzier Everything today is starting to go Cars are gettin' snazzier Men say it's criminal What women'll do What they're forgetting is This is Nineteen Twenty-Two
Have you seen the way they kiss in the movies? Isn't it delectable? Painting lips and pencil lining your brow Now is quite respectable Goodbye good'-goody girl I'm changing and how! So beat the drums Coz here comes thoroughly modern Millie now!
Cruel To Be Kind Composer(s): Nick Lowe; Ian Gomm First release by: Stretch - 1978 Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, I can´t take another heartache Though you say oh my friend, I´m at my wit´s end You say your love is bonafide, but that don´t coincide With the things that you do and when I ask you to be nice You say you´ve got to be...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind
Well I do my best to understand dear But you still mystify and I want to know why I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down Again and again and when I ask you to explain You say, you´ve got to be...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh.. ooh... ooh...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind
Well I do my best to understand dear But you still mystify and I want to know why I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down Again and again and when I ask you to explain You say, you´ve got to be...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind ...
Noël 70
Composer(s): François Bernheim
Performer(s): Les Poppys
Pour tous les enfants de par le monde entier
Dont les pays sont en guerre plus souvent qu'en paix
Je déclare la trêve pour quelques instants
En qualité de Président des moins de vingt ans
Même si mon Etat n'a qu'un ambassadeur
Qui s'appelle l'Amour que j'ai dans le cur
Et même si mon sceptre n'est qu'un petit hochet
Respectez-le car maintenant c'est
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
Pour tous les Papas et toutes les Mamans
Pour tous les généraux et tous les présidents
Pour Jimmy Hendrix qui ne voulait pas voir
Pour les Blancs, les Rouges, les Jaunes ou bien les Noirs
Pour l'Ouest ou le Sud, ou l'Est ou bien le Nord
Pour tous les vivants qui distribuent la mort
Je demande une trêve pour que se passe en paix
Cette conférence au sommet
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
Ecoutez-moi bien, je n'ai pas dans mes jouets
De radio-pirate, de journal de télé
Mais j'espère bien que j'aurai tout ça un jour
Pour ne vous parler que d'un sujet très court
En avant première la paix autour de moi
Au journal du soir la paix plus loin que ça
Pour en revenir à ce que je disais
La trêve car maintenant c'est: Noël...
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean And I hate to hurt your feelings but it's not the way it seems 'Cause I miss her
She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known And no one ever shared more love than we've known And I miss her
But it all seems so strange to see That she'd ever turn her back on me And leave without a last goodbye And if she winds up walking the streets Loving every other man she meets Who'll be the one to answer why? Lord, I hope it's not me, it's not me
And if I never see her face again, I never hold her hand And if she's in somebody's arms, I know I'll understand But I miss that girl. I still miss that girl
Jazzy Retro Satanas Composer(s): Bernard Ilous; Gabriel Yared Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
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Thomas The Rhymer (Traditional) Performer(s): Steeleye Span; Maddy Prior
True Thomas sat on Huntley bank And he beheld a lady gay A lady that was brisk and bold Come riding o'er the ferny brae
Her skirt was of the grass green silk Her mantle of the velvet fine At every lock of her horse's mane Hung fifty silver bells and nine
True Thomas, he pulled off his cap And bowed him low down to his knee `All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven Your like on earth I ne'er did see'
`No, no Thomas she said That name does not belong to me I am the queen of fair Elfland And I have come to visit thee'
`You must go with me Thomas she said True Thomas you must go with me And must serve me seven years Through well or woe, as chance may be'
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
She turned about her milk white steed And took Thomas up behind And aye whenever her bridle rang Her steed flew swifter than the wind
For forty days and forty nights They rode through red blood to the knee And they saw neither sun nor moon But heard the roaring of the sea
And they rode on and further on Further and swifter than the wind Until they came to a desert wide And living land was left behind
`Don't you see yon narrow, narrow road So thick beset with thorns and briars? That is the road to righteousness Though after it but few enquire'
`Don't you see yon broad, broad road That lies across the lily leaven? That is the road to wickedness Though some call it the road to heaven'
`Don't you see yon bonnie, bonnie road That lies across the ferny brae? That is the road to fair Elfland Where you and I this night must go'
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
