Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Maandag 8 november 1971
Qui Saura
Qui Saura
((Adapted from: Che Sarà (Ricchi E Poveri) - 1971))
((Swedish Version: Aldrig Mer (Hootenanny Singers) - 1971))
Composer(s): Jimmy Fontana - Nicola Greco - Franco Migliacci - Carlo Pes - Michel Jourdan
Performer(s): Mike Brant - 1972
and multiple other artists
Vous mes amis, tant de fois vous me dites Que d'ici peu je ne serai plus triste J'aimerais bien vous croire un jour Mais j'en doute avec raison Essayez de répondre à ma question
Qui saura, qui saura, qui saura Qui saura me faire oublier dites-moi Ma seule raison de vivre Essayez de me le dire Qui saura, qui saura, oui qui saura
Vous mes amis essayez de comprendre Une seule fille au monde peut me rendre Tout ce que j'ai perdu, je sais qu'elle ne reviendra pas Alors si vous pouvez dites-le moi
Qui saura, qui saura, qui saura Qui saura me faire vivre d'autres joies Je n'avais qu'elle sur terre Et sans elle ma vie entière Je sais bien que le bonheur n'existe pas
Vous mes amis le soleil vous inonde Vous dites que je sortirai de l'ombre J'aimerais bien vous croire oui Mais mon coeur y renonce Ma question reste toujours sans réponse
Qui saura, qui saura, qui saura Qui saura me faire oublier dites-moi Ma seule raison de vivre Essayez de me le dire Qui saura, qui saura, oui qui saura
Qui saura, qui saura, qui saura Qui saura me faire revivre d'autres joies Je n'avais qu'elle sur terre et sans elle ma vie entière Je sais bien que le bonheur n'existe pas
Qui saura, qui saura, qui saura Qui saura me faire oublier dites-moi Ma seule raison de vivre essayez de me le dire Qui saura, qui saura, oui qui saura?
Girl Watcher Composer(s): Buck Trail; Wayne Pittman Performer(s): The O'Kaysions; and various other artists
Chorus:
I'm a girl watcher, I'm a girl watcher... Watchin' girls go by, hey, my my I'm a girl watcher, I'm a girl watcher... Here comes one now
I was just a boy when I threw away my toys And found a new pastime to dwell on Whenever I detects them there of the other sex I play the game I do so well on
(repeat chorus)
Mumble something tell my my, but you do look swell Could you please walk a little slower Wonder if you know that you're putting on a show Could you please walk a little closer
Take A Letter, Miss Smith Performer(s): Fran Warren & Tony Martin
Take a letter, Miss Smith Yes sir You’re typin’ better, Miss Smith You know best, sir A little closer, my dear But I can hear you from here Back to business, Miss Smith Yes sir
Just write “My dear Mr. Brown” Got it Say, what’s his address in town? I forgot it Why, that’s a lovely perfume They call it ‘two in a room’ Er, back to business, Miss Smith Yes sir
Dear Mr. Brown, in regard to that stock Gee, Miss Smith, you’re awfully pretty Dear Mr. Brown, in regard to that stock Hey boss, you can call me ‘Smitty’ You’re getting thinner, Miss Smith Yes sir You need some dinner, Miss Smith You know best, sir I’ll pick you up about eight I promise not to be late And we’ll leave the rest to fate Yes sir
Well, good morning, Miss Smith Hi boss Why’re you yawning, Miss Smith? You know why, boss The clock struck one at your door You hung around until four Back to business, Miss Smith Er, yes sir
Now, just write, er “My dear Mr. Brown” Right boss We really covered the town What a night, boss! I liked that wonderful show I liked the very last row Ahem, er, back to business Er, yes boss
Now write this: “Dear Mr. Brown, in regard to that stock” Smitty, your eyes are gleaming “Dear Mr. Brown, in regard to that stock” Gee, boss, I was only dreaming
Getting tired, Miss Smith? Oh, yes sir Well, you’re fired, Miss Smith You know best, sir But I would like to know why We’re getting married, you and I Tell me, what is your reply? Yes sir Do I need book and pencil, too? All I’ll ever need is you You have taken your very last letter, Miss Smith Yes sir!
Morningside Composer(s): Neil Diamond Performer(s): Neil Diamond; Marcus Dagan; Dennis Pavao
Morningside, the old man died And no one cried, they simply turned away And when he died He left a table filled with nails and pride And with his hands he carved these words inside "For my children"
Morning light, morning bright I spent the night with dreams that make you weep Morning time Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine For I recall the words an old man signed "For my children"
And the legs were shaped with his hands And the table made with oaken wood And the children that sat around this table Touched it with their laughter, and that was good
Morningside, the old man died And no one cried, he surely died alone And truth is sad For not a child would claim the gift he had The words he carved became his epitaph...... "For my children"
Girl Talk French Title: Dansez Sur Moi - 1973 Composer(s): Neal Hefti; Bobby Troup First release by: Julie London & The Gerald Wilson Big Band - 1965 Covered by multiple other artists
They like to chat about the dresses they will wear tonight They chew the fat about their tresses and the neighbours' fight Inconsequential things that men don't really care to know Become essential things that women find so apropos But that's a dame They're all the same It's just a game They call it girl talk, girl talk They all me-ouw about the ups and downs of all their friends The who, the how, the why, they dish the dirt, it never ends The weaker sex, the speaker sex, we mortal males behold But though we joke, we wouldn't trade you for a ton of gold So baby stay, and gab away But hear me say That after girl talk Talk to me But that's a dame They're all the same It's just a game They call it girl talk, girl talk So baby stay, and gab away But hear me say That after girl talk Talk to me
Take A Letter Maria ((French Version: Envoie La Lettre Maria (Eddy Mitchell) - 1969)) Composer(s): R.B. Greaves First release by: R.B. Greaves - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Last night as I got home about a half past ten There was the woman I thought I knew In the arms of another man I kept my cool, I ain't no fool Let me tell you what happened then I packed some clothes and I walked out And I ain't going back again
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Say I won't be coming home, gonna start a new life So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life
You've been many things but most of all a good secretary to me And it's times like this I feel you've always been close to me Was I wrong to work nights to try to build a good lif All work and no play has just cost me a wife
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Say I won't be coming home, gonna start a new life So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life
When a man loves a woman it's hard to understand That she would find more pleasure in the arms of another man I never really noticed how sweet you are to me It just so happens I'm free tonight Would you like to have dinner with me
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Say I won't be coming home, gonna start a new life So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life
So take a letter Maria, address it to my wife Send a copy to my lawyer, gotta start a new life
Morning Will Come Composer(s): Randy California Performer(s): Spirit
Come, come, come to me... A yes you got a smile, makes me wow for you baby Yes you got a style that turns me on man Ohh Please don't be late No don't hesitate Cuz in a while The morning will come Yes the morning will come Our morning will come Yes the morning will Come, come, come to me... Well you got love that makes me cry for you baby Such a special love it turns me on man Come in the morning In the morning
Yes the morning will come Yes the morning will Come, come, come to me To me only, to me only ohh Please don't be late now Don't hesitate Because in a while The morning will come Yes the morning (got to) Morning will come, yes the morning Don't you know that the morning will come Yes the morning will come, yes the morning will come Yes the morning will Come, come, come to me
G-i-r-l Spells Trouble Composer(s): Ernest Tubb; Arbie Gibson Performer(s): Ernest Tubb
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But a man just can’t get along without ‘um
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But what in the world we going to do about ‘um
Now if they want to love you and call you there own A gal can make a good man leave his home There’s nothing like the fury of a woman scorned She can make a man wish he’d never been born
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But a man just can’t get along without ‘um
Ah bashful Billy Byrd now
Girls… Girls... Girls... There just plain misery
Now fella’s listen here Here’s the way it looks to me
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But a man just can’t get along without ‘um
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But what in the heck we going to do about ‘um
Now if they want to love you and call you there own A gal can make a good man leave his home There’s nothing like the fury of a woman scorned She can make a man wish he’d never been born
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But a man just can’t get along without ‘um
I’m just confessing But a man just can’t get along without ‘umG-I-R-L Spells Trouble But a man just can’t get along without ‘um
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But what in the world we going to do about ‘um
Now if they want to love you and call you there own A gal can make a good man leave his home There’s nothing like the fury of a woman scorned She can make a man wish he’d never been born
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But a man just can’t get along without ‘um
Ah bashful Billy Byrd now
Girls… Girls... Girls... There just plain misery
Now fella’s listen here Here’s the way it looks to me
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But a man just can’t get along without ‘um
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But what in the heck we going to do about ‘um
Now if they want to love you and call you there own A gal can make a good man leave his home There’s nothing like the fury of a woman scorned She can make a man wish he’d never been born
G-I-R-L Spells Trouble But a man just can’t get along without ‘um
I’m just confessing But a man just can’t get along without ‘um
Envoie La Lettre Maria ((Adapted from: Take A Letter Maria (R.B. Greaves) - 1969)) Composer(s): R.B. Greaves - Eddy Mitchell Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1969
Hier J'ai vu mourir Un grand amour fait pour durer L'un de mes meilleurs amis A détruit son bonheur passé Il est parti de chez lui Et s'est rendu à son bureau Sa secrétaire se leva Mon ami lui dicta ces mots
Envoie la lettre Maria Adressée à ma femme Demain quant elle la lira Nous serons loin déjà Envoie la lettre Maria Adressée à ma femme Demain quant elle la lira Nous serons loin déjà
C'est dur De vivre à deux Sans jamais connaître l'ennui L'habitude d'être heureux A lassé mon meilleur ami Il veut Changer de vie Et connaître d'autres aventures Quant à sa femme Il l'oublie Et provoque ainsi la rupture
Envoie la lettre Maria Adressée à ma femme Demain quant elle la lira Nous serons loin déjà Envoie la lettre Maria Adressée à ma femme Demain quant elle la lira Nous serons loin déjà
Sa course Au bonheur N'est pourtant pas prêt de finir Il ferme Son coeur Et n'en finit plus de mentir Il est parti de chez lui Et s'est rendu à son bureau Sa secrétaire se leva Mon ami lui dicta ces mots
Envoie la lettre Maria Adressée à ma femme Demain quant elle la lira Nous serons loin déjà Envoie la lettre Maria Adressée à ma femme Demain quant elle la lira Nous serons loin déjà
Girl On A Swing Composer(s): Robert Miranda Performer(s): Gerry & The Pacemakers; The Happenings; Bob Miranda
I stand out of sight And watch as the light from the sun Shines through her hair
From yonder she came I don't know her name Still I love that girl on a swing
Girl on a swing, swing high Girl on a swing, swing low Take all the hate from the world that we're in Girl on a swing, swing high Girl on a swing, swing low And you can cast all your troubles to the wind
She comes with the light Then goes with the night My heart just yearns But then comes the dawn And she returns
Girl on a swing, swing high Girl on a swing, swing low Take all the hate from the world that we're in Girl on a swing, swing high Girl on a swing, swing low And you can cast all your troubles to the wind
Take A Giant Step ((Portuguese Version: Dê Um Passo À Frente (The Sunshines) - 1967)) Composer(s): Gerry Goffin - Carole King First release by: The Monkees - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Though you've played at love and lost And sorrow's turned your heart to frost I will melt your heart again Remember the feeling as a child When you woke up and morning smiled It's time you felt like you did then There's just no percentage in remembering the past It's time you learned to live again at last
Come with me, leave yesterday behind And take a giant step outside your mind
You stare at me in disbelief You say for you there's no relieve But I swear I'll prove you wrong Don't stay in your lonely room Just staring back in silent gloom That's not where you belong Come with me I'll take you where the tast of life is green And everyday holds wonders to be seen
Come with me, leave yesterday behind And take a giant step outside your mind
Morning Has Broken
(German & Spanish Versions: Schön Ist Der Morgen; Ha Roto El Alba)
Composer(s): Eleanor Farjeon
First release by: Cat Stevens - 1971
Covered by multiple other artists
Morning has broken like the first morning blackbird has spoken like the first bird Praise for the singing! Praise for the morning! Praise for them springing fresh from the Word
Sweet the rain's new fall sunlit from heaven like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden sprung in completeness where God's feet pass
Mine is the sunlight! Mine is the morning born of the one light Eden saw play! Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recreation of the new day!
Take A Chance On Me Composer(s): Benny Andersson - Björn Ulvaeus First release by: ABBA - 1977 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1983 - Abbacadabra (Catherine Ferry) 2003 - Kies Kip! (Pieter-Jan De Smet)
If you change your mind (take a chance ...) I'm the first in line Honey, I'm still free Take a chance on me If you need me let me know Gonna be around If you've got no place to go When you're feeling down
If you're all alone When the pretty birds have flown Honey, I'm still free Take a chance on me Gonna do my very best And it ain't no lie If you put me to the test If you let me try
Take a chance on me (that's all I ask of you, honey) Take a chance on me
We can go dancing (oh) We can go walking (yeah) As long as we're together (long as we're together) Listen to some music (oh) Maybe just talking (yeah) Get to know you better (get to know you better) 'Cause you know I've got So much that I wanna do When I dream I'm alone with you It's magic You want me to leave it there Afraid of a love affair But I think you know That I can't let go
If you change your mind (take a chance ...) I'm the first in line Honey, I'm still free Take a chance on me If you need me, let me know Gonna be around If you've got no place to go When you're feeling down
If you're all alone When the pretty birds have flown Honey, I'm still free Take a chance on me Gonna do my very best And it ain't no lie If you put me to the test If you let me try
Take a chance on me (come on, give me a break will you?) Take a chance on me
Oh, you can take your time, baby (oh) I'm in no hurry (yeah) Know I'm gonna get you (know I'm gonna get you) You don't wanna hurt me (oh) Baby, don't worry (yeah) I ain't gonna let you (I ain't gonna let you) Let me tell you now My love is strong enough To last when things are rough It's magic You say that I waste my time But I can't get you off my mind No, I can't let go 'Cause I love you so
If you change your mind (take a chance ...) I'm the first in line Honey, I'm still free Take a chance on me If you need me, let me know Gonna be around If you've got no place to go When you're feeling down
If you're all alone When the pretty birds have flown Honey, I'm still free Take a chance on me Gonna do my very best Baby can't you see Gotta put me to the test Take a chance on me (take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)
Ba-ba ba ba ba Ba-ba ba ba ba Honey, I'm still free Take a chance on me Gonna do my very best Baby can't you see Gotta put me to the test Take a chance on me (take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me)
Morning Glory Composer(s): Larry Beckett; Tim Buckley Performer(s): Tim Buckley Covered by various other artists
I lit my purest candle close to my window hoping it would catch the eye of any vagabond who had passed it by and I waited in my fleeting house
Before he came I felt him drawing near Asked him in I felt the ancient fear that he had come to my door and jeered and I waited in my fleeting house
Tell me stories, I called to the hobo Stories of Cold, I smiled to the hobo Stories of old, I knelt to the hobo and he stood before me in my fleeting house
No, said the hobo no more tales of time don't ask me now to wash away the grime I can't come in 'cause it's too hard a climb and he walked away from my fleeting house
Then you'll be damned I screamed to the hobo Leave me alone, I wept to the hobo Turn into stone, I knelt to the hobo and he walked away from my fleeting house
I lit my purest candle Close to my window hoping it would catch the eye of any vagabond who passed it by and I waited in my fleeting house
Girl Goodbye Composer(s): David Paich Performer(s): Toto
Well I’m out on the road, and the devil’s got my soul And I’m looking for the lord in New York city
Yeah I’m out on the run, got some heat, got a gun If they don’t find me soon, it’ll be a damn pity
So it’s
Chorus: Goodbye girl, goodbye girl, girl goodbye It’s so hard to see the truth with the sun in your eyes Goodbye girl, goodbye girl, girl goodbye Must be in the way that she cries, must be in the way that she cries Must be in the way that she cries
Oh there’s smoke in the air and there’s blood everywhere But I’m hoping that the white man don’t recognize me
I’m so sorry what I’ve done, and I say it not in fun When I tell you that there’s no one left inside me