Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Hebben van die rusteloze voeten Lopen daardoor overal tegenop En 't is ook wel verwarrend wat ze moeten Een baan, een man, een kind en hogerop Rennen van hun werk, via de creche naar 't cafe En moet 't kind dan eerst naar bed, of nemen we 't mee En als je nog geen kind hebt: kan dat wachten of moet dat nu En eten we weer sousjies, of toch aardappels met jus
Meisjes van dertig, niet ongelukkig Meisjes van dertig, er net tussenin Te oud voor 't zomaar wat vlind'rende leven Te jong om een toekomst uit handen te geven Ze hebben succes en een heleboel plannen Maar krijgen daardoor vaak problemen met mannen Meisjes van dertig, vlak na 't begin Meisjes van dertig, d'r weer tussenin
Hebben iets van heimwee in hun ogen Hebben van dat doorgewaaide haar Willen best wat delen met de jongens Maar willen ook nog heel graag met elkaar Giechelen, net als vroeger, bij een drankje en muziek Giechelend langs de rekken van een lekkere boetiek Giechelen om niet te huilen, om de wereld en de tijd Maar een giechelende meid is niet op morgen voorbereid
Meisjes van dertig, niet ongelukkig Meisjes van dertig, er net tussenin Te oud voor: we zien wel, 't komt allemaal later Te jong nog voor wijn die vermengd is met water Voor altijd een vrouw; in gedachten soms even Dat meisje van dertien, dat wacht op 't leven Meisjes van dertig, maak d'r wat van Want 't leuke van dertig, dat alles nog kan
Once Is Never Enough Composer(s): Ian Crichton; Jim Crichton; Jim Gilmour; Steve Negus; Michael Sadler Performer(s): Saga
You say I can't then I have to Have all the things I don't need I guess it's human nature The animal in me You can call it my obsession You've got me under your spell If there's something I am wanting I'll just help myself Thrill of the chase When you get what you want Will that be enough Thrill of the chase When you find you can't stop Once is never enough I like to touch the fire Maybe some day I'll get burned After all this chasing Don't think I'll ever learn So when you see me coming You can run but you can't hide "Cause when I know just what I'm after I won't stop until I die Thrill of the chase When you get what you want Will that be enough Thrill of the chase When you find you can't stop Once is never enough I don't know what I want to Have all the things that I don't need It must be human nature Or it's the animal in me Thrill of the chase When you get what you want Will that be enough Thrill of the chase When you find you can't stop Once is never enough Thrill of the chase When you get what you want Will that be enough Thrill of the chase When you find you can't stop Once is never enough
10 Minutes Before The Worm Composer(s): Michael Bruce; Glen Buxton; Alice Cooper; Dennis Dunaway; Neal Smith Performer(s): Alice Cooper
Let me be What a way for one too realise Gotta waste a bore now, I see How he is so happy feeling sad Heavily Depressed God I knew Think I will enjoy the view 'oy the view 'oy the view Everything is standing still ...ill ...ill
Lebnan Composer(s): Hafez-Chamass - Gigliotti - Jeff Barnel Performer(s): Dalida
Ba'd el-hared win-nar Min ba'd halli sar Ba'd el-hared win-nar Min ba'd halli sar 'Ad es-safa Lebnan 'Ad el-wafa Lebnan Shams wi amar Lebnan Lebnan
Lebnan biha-l-kawn Fih es-siher wil-lawn Wi-l-hob wil-manal Mannou mitel Lebnan
Shou sar mahma yisir Al lou kibir-e-kibir Basmit hana Lebnan Lebnan
Bayrout ya Bayrout Ya kanz min ya ya'out Bayrout ya bayrout Biyoutik aàz biyout Lisabratik ishta na Libesmatik ishta'na Wi seherriya wi lyali 'Ala bali ala bali
Ba'd el-hared win-nar Min ba'd halli sar Ba'd el-hared win-nar Min ba'd halli sar 'Ad es-safa Lebnan 'Ad el-wafa Lebnan Shams wi amar Lebnan Lebnan
Lebnan àndou id Ahlam wi mova 'id Lebnan àndou id Win-nass ida bi id Wi' youn sahrané Wi ahat wi ghenani Wi nismat wi alwan helyané 'Ala bali ala bali
Ba'd el-hared win-nar Min ba'd halli sar Ba'd el-hared win-nar Min ba'd halli sar 'Ad es-safa Lebnan 'Ad el-wafa Lebnan Shams wi amar Lebnan Lebnan 'Ad es-safa Lebnan 'Ad el-wafa Lebnan Shams wi amar Lebnan Lebnan
Meio-Dia Meia-Lua (aka Na Ilha De Lia, No Barco De Rosa) Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Edú Lobo Performer(s): Edú Lobo
Quando adormecia na ilha de Lia Meu Deus, eu só vivia a sonhar Que passava ao largo no barco de Rosa E queria aquela ilha abordar Pra dormir com Lia que via que eu ia Sonhar dentro do barco de Rosa Rosa que se ria e dizia nem coisa com coisa
Era um armadilha de Lia com Rosa com Lia Eu não podia escapar Girava num barco num lago no centro da ilha Num moinho do mar Era estar com Rosa nos braços de Lia Era Lia com balanço de Rosa Era tão real Era devaneio Era meio a meio Meio Rosa meio Lia, meio Meio-dia mandando eu voltar com Lia Meia-lua mandando eu partir com Rosa Na ilha de Lia, de Lia, de Lia No barco de Rosa, de Rosa, de Rosa
Once Is Enough Composer(s): Sid Tepper; Roy C. Bennett Performer(s): Elvis Presley; The Taildraggers
All you got is one life Living once can be rough But if you live every day all the way Once is enough
You can own just one suit Worn and torn at the cuff But if you're livin' the life that you love Once is enough
What's the good of reaching ninety If you waste eighty-nine You got one life so live it If you don't it's a crime
Life's a playful puppy You can grab by the scruff And if you live every sec', what the heck Once is enough
Never wait until tomorrow What if it never comes Life is a seven layer Don't you settle for crumbs
Life's a playful puppy You can grab by the scruff And if you live every sec', what the heck Once is enough And if you live every sec', what the heck Once is enough And if you live every sec', what the heck Once is enough
10 Seconds To Forever Composer(s): Robert Calvert Performer(s): Nik Turner
In the tenth second of forever I thought of the sea and a white yacht drifting In the ninth second of forever I remembered a warm room where voices played In the eighth second of forever I thought of the life I would not lead In the seventh second of forever I thought of a leaf, a stone, a plastic fragment of a child's toy In the sixth second of forever I saw your mouth whispering something I could hear In the fifth second of forever I thought of the vermillion deserts of Mars, the jewelled forests of Venus In the fourth second of forever I could remember nothing that I did not love In the third second of forever I thought of rain against a window, I thought of the wind In the second second of forever I thought of a pair of broken shades lying on the tarmac In the first and final second of forever I thought of the long past that had led to now And never... Never... Never...
A Candle In The Window
Composer(s): Walt Aldridge - Gary Baker - Susan Longacre
Performer(s): Alabama
There's a road that I remember leading to a special place Where the door was always open to a smiling face There's a picture on the mantle of a boy that looks like me It's always the same, there's a stocking with my name
And a candle in the window, a flame against the night There's a candle in the window, it's like God's perfect light It don't take a lot of money to know what riches are Just a candle in the window
Maybe it's just wishful thinking I can hear the sleigh bells ring Almost taste the pie she's baking, it's Christmas Eve
And there's a candle in the window, a flame against the night The candle in the window, it's like God's perfect light It don't take a lot of money to know what riches are Just a candle in the window and Christmas in your heart
Wherever the years may take me no matter how far I go There's going to be a candle burning, it's always nice to know It don't take a lot of money to know what riches are Just a candle in the window and Christmas in your heart
Meine Wahrheit French Title: Ma Vérité Composer(s): R. Wagner; J.P. Sabar; Pierre Delanoë; Claude Lemesle; R. Zuckowski Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Endlose Nacht, strahlendes Licht Stets hat die Wahrheit ein anderes Gesicht Schnell wie der Wind, treibt sie dich fort Tosende Stürme verkünden ihr Wort
Zart wie ein Hauch kommt sie zurück Singt mit den Vögeln im Frühling ihr Lied Doch dann und wann, mit Dir allein Scheint meine Wahrheit die Liebe zu sein
Freude und Glück, Tränen und Leid Stets trägt die Wahrheit ein anderes Kleid Dem der sich sagt ich hab gelebt Scheint sie vielleicht aus Erinn'rung gewebt
Dem der beschließt "Frag nicht was war" Zeigt sie die Farben der Zukunft ganz klar Doch dann und wann, mit Dir allein Scheint meine Wahrheit die Liebe zu sein
Kind oder Greis, Frau oder Mann Stets trägt die Wahrheit ein andrer voran Laut oder still, kommt sie zu Dir Wenn du bereit bist und offen dafür
Du kannst sie hör'n, Du kannst sie seh'n Oder Dein Herz wird sie verstehn
Once In Love With Amy Composer(s): Frank Loesser Performer(s): Frank Sinatra; and various other artists
Once in love with Amy Always in love with Amy Ever and ever fascinated by her Sets your heart on fire to stay
Once you're kissed by Amy Tear up your list it's Amy Ply her with bonbons, poetry and flowers Moon a million hours away
You might be quite the fickle hearted rover So carefree and bold Who loves a girl and later thinks it over And just quits cold
But once in love with Amy Always in love with Amy Ever and ever sweetly you'll romance her Trouble is the answer will be That Amy would rather stay in love with me
You might be quite the fickle hearted rover So carefree and bold Who loves a girl and later thinks it over And just quits cold
But once in love with Amy Always in love with Amy Ever and ever sweetly you'll romance her Trouble is the answer will be That Amy would rather stay in love with me
10,000 Men Composer(s): Bob Dylan Performer(s): Bob Dylan
Ten thousand men on a hill Ten thousand men on a hill Some of 'm goin' down, some of 'm gonna get killed
Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue Ten thousand men dressed in oxford blue Drummin' in the morning, in the evening they'll be coming for you
Ten thousand men on the move Ten thousand men on the move None of them doing nothin' that your mama wouldn't disapprove
Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold Ten thousand men digging for silver and gold All clean shaven, all coming in from the cold
Hey! Who could your lover be? Hey! Who could your lover be? Let me eat off his head so you can really see!
Ten thousand women all dressed in white Ten thousand women all dressed in white Standin' at my window wishing me goodnight
Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail Ten thousand men looking so lean and frail Each one of 'em got seven wives, each one of 'em just out of jail
Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room Ten thousand women all sweepin' my room Spilling my buttermilk, sweeping it up will a broom
Ooh, baby, thank you for my tea! Baby, thank you for my tea
A Carolina Christmas Carol
Composer(s): Charlie Daniels
Performer(s): Charlie Daniels
A Christmas Monologue I might as well go ahead and tell you right up front: I believe in Santa Claus Now, you can believe or not believe, but I'm here to tell you for a fact that there is a Santa Claus and he does bring toys and stuff like that on Christmas Eve night I know, I know It sounds like I've had too much eggnog, don't it? All I ask is that you wait till I get through telling my story before you make up your mind When I was a kid, Christmas time had a magic to it that no other season of the year had There was just something in the air, something that you couldn't put your finger on but it was there, and it affected everybody It seemed like everybody smiled and laughed more at that time of year even the people who didn't hardly smile and laugh the rest of the year "You reckon it's gonna snow? I sure do wish it'd snow this year Do you reckon it's gonna?" Heck no, it won't gonna snow As far as I know, it ain't never snowed in Wilmington, North Carolina at Christmas time in the whole history of man It seemed like everybody in the world had snow at Christmas except us In the funny papers, Nancy and Sluggo and Little Orphaned Annie had snow to frolic around in at Christmas time The Christmas cards had snow Bing Crosby even had snow to sing about But not one flake fell on Wilmington, North Carolina But that didn't dampen our spirits one little bit Our family celebrated Christmas to the hilt We were a big, close-knit family, and we'd gather up at Grandma's house every year My grandparents lived on a farm in Bladen County, about fifty miles from Wilmington and I just couldn't wait to get up there They lived in a great big old farmhouse and every Christmas they'd fill it up with their children and grandchildren We'd always stay from the night of the twenty-third through the morning of the twenty-sixth There'd be Uncle Clyde and Aunt Martha, Uncle Lacy and Aunt Selma; Uncle Leroy and Aunt Mollie Uncle Stewart and Aunt Opal, and my mama and daddy, Ernest and Nadine I won't even go into how many children were there, but take my word for it, there were a bunch There'd be people sleeping all over that big old house We kids would sleep on pallets on the floor and we'd giggle and play till some of the grown-ups would come and make us be quiet All the usual ground rules about eating were off for those days at Grandma's house You could eat as much pie and cake and candy as you could hold, and your mama wouldn't say a word to you My grandma would cook from sunup to sundown and love every minute of it She'd have cakes, pies candy, fruit and nuts setting out all the time and on top of that, she'd cook three big meals a day I mean, we eat like pigs Christmas was also the only time that my Granddaddy would take a drink It was a Southern custom of the time not to drink in front of small children so Granddaddy kept his drinking whiskey hid in the barn When he'd want to go out there and get him a snort he'd say that he had to go see if the mare had had her foal yet It was a good, good time A little old-fashioned by some peoples standards, but it suited us just fine If I'm not mistaken, it was the year I was five years old that my cousin Buford told me that there wasn't any Santa Claus Buford was about nine at the time He always was a mean-natured cuss Still is Well, I just refused to believe him I said, "You're telling a great big fib, Buford Ray, 'cause Santa Claus comes to see me every Christmas right here at Grandma and Granddaddy's house" "That ain't Santa Claus. That's your mama and daddy." One thing led to another and I got so upset about the prospect of no Santa Claus that I went running into the house crying. "Grandma, Grandma! Buford says there ain't no Santa Claus! There is a Santa Claus, ain't they, Grandma?" "Of course there is, Curtis Buford was just joking with you" Aunt Selma heard me talking to Grandma and walked to the door "Buford Ray, get yourself in this house right this minute!" When he came in, Aunt Selma grabbed him by the ear, led him into the front room and swatted him. Granddaddy was also a big defender of Santa Claus He would talk about Santa Claus like he was a personal friend of his And the more he went to check on the mare, the more he talked about Santa Claus or "Sandy Claws" as he called him "Yes, children, old Sandy Claws will be hitching up them reindeers and heading on down this a-way before long Wonder what he's gonna bring this year?" He'd have us so excited by the time we went to bed that I reckon if visions of sugarplums ever danced in anybody's heads, it was ours Christmas Eve night, after we had eat about as much supper as we could hold, we'd go in the front room There'd always be a big log fire crackling in the fireplace, and Granddaddy would always say the same thing "Children, do y'all know why we have Christmas every year?" "Cause that's when the Baby Jesus was born" "That's right We're celebrating the Lord's birthday Do y'all know where He was born at?" "In Bethlehem" we would all chime in "That's right He was born in a stable in Bethlehem almost two thousand years ago" Then Granddaddy would put on his spectacles and read Saint Luke's version of the Christmas story Then, after we'd had family prayer, Granddaddy would always get a twinkle in his eye "I reckon I'd better step out to the barn and see if that old mare has had her baby yet" There was always a chorus of "Can I go with you, Granddaddy?" "Y'all had better stay in here by the fire It's mighty cold outside I'll be right back" When Granddaddy came back in the house, he'd always say, "I was on my way back from the barn while ago and I heard something that sounded like bells a-tinkling, way back off yonder in the woods I just can't figure why bells would be ringing back in the woods this time of night" "It's Santa Claus! It's Santa Claus!" "Well, now, I never thought of that I wonder if it was old Sandy Claws You children better get to bed You know he won't come to see you as long as you're awake" Then it was time to say good night All the grandchildren would go around hugging all the grown-ups "Good night Grandma, good night Granddaddy, good night Uncle Clyde, good night Aunt Mollie" and so forth We would always try to stay awake, lying on our pallets until Santa Claus got there but we always lost the battle It sounded like the Third World War at Grandma's house on Christmas morning There was cap pistols going off and baby dolls crying and all the children hollering at the top of their lungs By the time the next school year started, I was six years old and in the first grade I kept thinking about what Buford had said I didn't want to believe it, but it kept slipping into the back door of my mind At school, Buford was three grades ahead of me, but I'd still see him sometimes Every time he'd see me that whole year, he'd make it a point to rub it in about Santa Claus He'd do something like get me around a bunch of his older buddies and say "Hey , you fellers, Curtis still believes in Santa Claus" And they'd all laugh and point Away from any adult persuasion, I guess Buford finally wore me out I returned to Grandma's house the next year not believing that there was a Santa Claus Christmas lost a little of its mystique Oh, I still enjoyed it I even pretended that I believed in "Sandy Claws" for Granddaddy's benefit, but it wasn't the same Well, as you know, time marches on, children grow up and leave home, including me I was living in Denver, Colorado, married, with a child and I hadn't been home for Christmas since our little daughter had been born Dawn was three that year, and this would be the first time that she really knew about Santa Claus and she was some kind of excited We had the best time shopping for her, buying all the little toys that she wanted Daddy called me about three weeks before Christmas and said "Son, you know that your grandparents are getting old They've requested that all the children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren come home the way we used to Can you make it, son?" "We'll be there, Daddy" I couldn't think of a better place in the whole world for little Dawn to spend her first real Christmas so we packed up and headed for North Carolina Grandma was eighty-two years old, but she still cooked all day long and she still enjoyed every minute of it Granddaddy was eighty-four, but he still had a twinkle in his eye and a mare in the barn The old house was fuller than ever, with a whole new generation of children in it Even Buford He had married, but he didn't have any children He didn't want any One of my cousins said he figured Buford was too stingy to have children Buford was still the same, except that he had changed from a boy with a mean nature to a full-grown man with a cynical nature and a know-it-all attitude Just before we went into the front room for family prayer and the reading of the Christmas story I overheard him say to somebody "I don't know why Granddaddy keeps filling the children's heads full of that Santa Claus nonsense I think it's ridiculous If I had children, I wouldn't let him tell them all that junk" I looked hard at Buford I had never liked him, and I liked him even less now Our little daughter was so excited when Granddaddy started talking about "Sandy Claws" that she jumped up and down and clapped her hands When I took her up to bed, there was pure excitement in those big brown eyes "Santa Claus is coming, Daddy! Santa Claus is coming, Daddy!" I got a warm feeling all over, and I sure was glad to be back at Grandma's house at Christmas time After all the children had gone to sleep, the grown-ups started going out to their cars to get the toys they had brought for Santa Claus to leave under the Christmas tree I decided to wait until everybody else had finished before I put Dawn's presents out This was a special time for me and I wanted to enjoy it After everybody had gone up to bed, I went to the car to get Dawn's toys To my shock, I couldn't find them I ran back into the house to my wife "Sylvia, where did you pack Dawn's Christmas presents?" "I thought you packed them" I was close to panic, but I didn't want Sylvia to know it I said, "Oh well, you just go on to bed, honey, and I'll look again I probably just overlooked them" I kissed my wife goodnight and went back downstairs I knew I hadn't overlooked them We had somehow forgot to pack them, and they were two thousand miles away in Denver, Colorado I was a miserable man I just didn't feel like I could face little Dawn the next morning She'd be so disappointed All the other children would have the toys that Santa had brought them and my beloved little daughter wouldn't have anything How could I have been so dumb? Here it was, twelve o'clock Christmas Eve night, all the stores closed, everybody in bed and me without a single present for little Dawn I was heartbroken I went into the front room and sat by the dying fire, dejected and hopeless I don't know how long I sat there staring at the embers but sometime later on I heard a rustle behind me and somebody said, "You got a match, son?" I turned around and almost fell on the floor Standing not ten feet from me was a short, fat little man in a red suit with a long white beard and a pipe sticking out of his mouth I couldn't move, I couldn't speak He looked at me and chuckled "Have you got a match, son? I ran out and I want to get this pipe going" When I finally got my voice back, all I could say was "Who are you?" "Well, people call me by different names in different parts of the world, but around here they call me Santa Claus" "No, I mean who are you really?" I just told you, son How about that match?" I stumbled to the mantelpiece, got a kitchen match and gave it to him "Much obliged" He stood there lighting his pipe, with me looking at him like he was a ghost or something "How did you get in here?" "Oh, I've got my ways" "I thought you were supposed to slide down the chimney" "That's a common misconception Would you slide down a chimney with a fire at the bottom?" "Well, no I mean, no, sir" "Well, neither would I" "How did you get here?" "I've got a sturdy sleigh and the finest team of reindeer a man could have" "But we ain't got snow" Santa Claus laughed so hard that his considerable belly shook "I don't need snow Half the places I go in the world don't have snow Besides, I like to get out of the snow once in a while We have it year-round at the North Pole, you know" "You mean you really live at the North Pole?" "Of course, I've always lived at the North Pole Don't you know anything about Santa Claus, son?" "Well, yeah, but I thought it was all a big put-on for the children" "That's the trouble with you grown-ups You think that everything you can't see is a put-on It's a shame grown people can't be more like children They don't have any trouble believing in me" "You mean you've really got a sleigh, with reindeer named Donner and Blitzen and stuff like that?" "That's right, son There's Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen and Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen Of course, there's no Rudolph with the red nose I don't know who came up with that one Rudolph really is a put-on" "But what are you doing here? Why did you come?" "Because there's a little girl in this house who believes in me very much Now, she'd be mighty disappointed to wake up Christmas morning and have nothing under the tree" "You mean you a came all the way here just because one little girl believes in you?" "That's right, son There's magic in believing Besides, she's not the only one in this house who believes in me" "Who else?" "Why, your grandfather, of course" "You mean Granddaddy wasn't putting us on all those years? He really believed in you?" "Of course he believed in me" "Well, why do you do this?" "It's my way of celebrating the most important birthday in the history of man Our Lord has given us so much How can we do less?" Santa Claus consulted a piece of paper he pulled out of his pocket and started taking a doll and other toys out of a big bag he had brought with him "Well, I've got to go, son I've got a lot of stops to make before sunup It's been really nice talking to you Thanks for the match" "Can I help you with your bag, Santa Claus?" "No, that's all right, son I'm used to carrying it" I walked outside with him "Where's your sleigh, Santa Claus?" "It's parked right over there in the edge of the woods You can come over and see it if you like" I started walking over to his sleigh with him, but then I had a thought "I'm gonna have to miss seeing your sleigh and reindeer Thank you so very much You saved my life God bless you, Santa Claus I'll see you next year" "God bless you, too, son and a Merry Christmas to you and yours" Santa Claus started across the yard toward his sleigh, and I went running back in the house like a wild man I raced up the stairs "Buford, Buford, get up!" "What's the matter, is the house on fire?" "No, but hurry Come out on the upstairs porch" Buford grumbled as he got up and followed me out on the upstairs porch "What the heck do you want? It's cold out here" "Just hush up and listen" Well, we listened by a full minute and nothing happened "You're crazy I'm going back to bed" "Buford, if you go back in the house, you're gonna miss something that I want you, above all people, to see" We waited for a little while longer and I had almost given up when I heard it It was just a little tinkle at first, hanging on the frosty air and getting louder by the second It was sleigh bells! Buford looked at me and said "Curtis, is this some kind of joke or something?" "No, Buford, I swear it ain't Just wait a minute now!" The sound of sleigh bells was getting louder and Buford's face was getting whiter "You got somebody out there doing that, ain't you? Admit it! You got somebody out there, ain't you?" I didn't say a word All of a sudden it sounded like somebody had flushed a covey of quail That sleigh came up out of the woods and headed west, hovering just above the treetops Buford was speechless I thought he was gonna pass out He held on to the banister and took deep breaths Even if you believe so far, I know you ain't gonna believe this next part, but it really happened Santa Claus made a big circle and turned and flew right around the house I bet he won't over twenty feet from the upstairs porch when he passed by me and Buford Old Santa Claus could really handle them reindeer Then he headed west again, moving at a pretty good clip this time I hate to even tell you this next part, 'cause you'll think I took it right out of the book, but I didn't Anyway, just about the time he was getting out of our hearing, he hollered, "Merry Christmas, everybody!" And then he was gone "Curtis, do you know where Granddaddy keeps that bottle hid in the barn? I need me a drink" I don't believe that Buford ever told anybody about seeing Santa Claus I know I didn't, not until now But I just had to tell somebody about it It's been hard keeping it to myself all these years I'm a granddaddy myself now That little girl that caused all this to happen with her faith in Santa Claus is grown and married and has a three-year-old girl and a five-year-old boy Me and Sylvia moved back to North Carolina many years ago and bought a big old farmhouse Now my grandchildren come and spend Christmas with me and their grandmother There's not as many of us as there was at Grandma's house but we have just as big a time and celebrate Christmas just as hard In fact, Christmas is about the only time a year I'll take a drink I always get me a pint of Old Granddad at Christmas time Since the grandchildren are so small, I don't like to drink in front of them, so I keep my drinking whiskey hid out in the barn When I want to go out there and get me a snort I always tell the grandchildren that I've got to see if the cows got corn Of course, all the grown-ups know why I'm going out to the barn, or at least they think they do I always make my last trip to the barn after I've read the Christmas story and had family prayer Everybody thinks I'm going out to get me a snort, but they're wrong I'm just going out to hear the sleigh bells ring
Mein Schönster Tag Composer(s): W. Jenkins; H. Evans; H.U. Weigel Performer(s): Agnetha Fältskog
Ich seh' hinaus Auf die schlafenden Strassen Die Lichter gehen aus Vorbei ist die Nacht Ich denk' an Dich Und mein Herz schlägt schneller Schon wird es Morgen Die Sonne erwacht
Der schönste Tag In meinem Leben Der fängt für mich So wunderbar an Meiner schönster Tag Ist wie ein Märchen Und du bist hier Für immer bei mir
Heut' will ich dir Für immer gehören Seit vielen Stunden Denk' ich nur daran Von diesem Tag Träumt jedes Mädchen Mein schönster Tag Ist Wirklichkeit
Oh, so viele Menschen Wünschen uns beiden Liebe und Glück Für alle Zeit Der schönste Tag In meinem Leben...
Les Jeunes Imbéciles Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Ils ont troqué leur col Mao Contre un joli costume trois-pièces Ils ont troqué leurs idéaux Contre un petit attaché-case Citoyens de Paris ma ville La plage est loin sous les pavés Vivez en paix dormez tranquilles Le monde n'est plus à changer
Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles Le poil au menton Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles Les voilà vieux cons
Ils ont troqué leur col Mao Pour une tenue plus libérale Le vieux slogan du père Guizot Est devenu leur idéal Nos soixante-huitards en colère Reprennent un refrain peu banal C'est enrichissez-vous mes frères En guise d'Internationale
Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles Le poil au menton Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles Les voilà vieux cons
Ils ont troqué leur col Mao Et leur vieux look égalitaire Pour un costume plus rigolo C'est la chasuble humanitaire Ils font la quête avec délice Chez ceux qu'ont plus rien à donner Et pour établir la justice S'en remettent à la charité
Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles Le poil au menton Ce n'était alors que jeunes imbéciles Les voilà vieux cons
Ils ont troqué leur col Mao Pour des tenues plus officielles Depuis qu'ils fréquentent à gogo Les cabinets ministériels Ah quel plaisir en redingote Sur le perron de l'Elysée De se faire lécher les bottes Par des journalistes avisés
C'est toujours avec les jeunes imbéciles Qu'on le veuille ou non C'est toujours avec les jeunes imbéciles Qu'on fait les vieux cons
Mein Lieber Herr Spanish Title: Mi Querido Señor Composer(s): Chris Michaelessi; Lana Sebastian; Paul Sebastian Performer(s): Dalida
Elle l'appelait Mein lieber herr Dans une mansarde ou ils s'aimaient des nuits entière Et dans ses yeux, elle revoyait Sourire son père, chanter sa mère avant la guerre Elle lui disait Mein Lieber herr S'il devinait que c'est vous qui m'avez sauvé Ne partez pas Mein Lieber herr Vous voyez bien je n'ai plus rien que vous sur terre
Il répondait surtout n'écoute plus ta peur Avec un peu d'espoir le monde sera meilleur
Aufwiedersehen lieber Bientôt je reviendrai De Berlin à Paris La guerre sera fini Les arbres seront en fleur Les hommes auront du cur Je te le promets je reviendrais Aufwiedersehen lieber
Elle l'appelait Mein Lieber herr Et leur histoire était la plus belle des victoires Elle m'écoutait, Mein Lieber herr Lui racontait tout ce qu'un jour ils allaient faire
Nous marcherons dans toutes les rues illuminées Nous dînerons sur les terrasses d'un café
Aufwiedersehen lieber Bientôt je reviendrai De Berlin à Paris La guerre sera fini Les arbres seront en fleur Les hommes auront du cur Je te le promets je reviendrais Aufwiedersehen lieber
Elle l'attendait Mein Lieber herr Jour après jour dans le silence des bruits d'enfer Elle s'inventait Des nuits d'hivers Au coin d'un feu libre et heureux après là...
"Elle n'appelle plus Mein Lieber herr 30 ans après une veille enfant aux yeux d'hiver ne parle plus, ne sais même plus qu'il y est eu une guerre"
Mais certains soirs lorsqu'elle retrouve sa mémoire Ses yeux s'allume soudain elle raconte son histoire
Aufwiedersehen lieber Bientôt je reviendrai De Berlin à Paris La guerre sera fini Les arbres seront en fleur Les hommes auront du cur Je te le promets je reviendrais Aufwiedersehen lieber Aufwiedersehen lieber Bientôt je reviendrai De Berlin à Paris La guerre sera fini
La la la... De Berlin à Paris La guerre sera fini Aufwiedersehen lieber Bientôt je reviendrai De Berlin à Paris La guerre sera fini...
Once In A While Composer(s): Richard O'Brien Performer(s): Barry Bostwick; and various other artists
Brad: Once in a while, she don't want to call you Speaking on the telephone And once in your life, she won't want to know you You look around The one you've found, she is gone
And that's all the time that it takes For a heart to turn to stone The sweeter the wine The harder to make the break You hear something about someone You'd thought you'd known
So baby don't cry like there's no tomorrow After the night there's a brand new day And there'll be no pain, and no more sorrow So wash your face And phone my place, it'll be okay
And that's all the time that it takes For a heart to beat again So give me a sign That a lover makes You look around The one you've found is back again
10:15 Saturday Night
Composer(s): Michael Dempsey; Robert Smith; Lol Tolhurst
First release by: The Cure - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists
10:15 Saturday night And the tap drips Under the strip light And I'm sitting In the kitchen sink And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...
Waiting For the telephone to ring And I'm wondering Where she's been And I'm crying for yesterday And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip...
Linda On My Mind ((French Version: Les Larmes De Belinda (by Johnny Hallyday)) Composer(s): Conway Twitty Performer(s): Conway Twitty
Now I'm lying here with Linda on my mind And next to me, my soon to be, the one I left behind And Lord it's killing me to see her crying She knows I'm lying here beside her with Linda on my mind
Yes I know that I once loved her And I placed no one above her And I never thought I'd ever set her free But it just wasn't in my plan The way Linda squeezed my hand The first time that I held her close as she danced with me
She said I've loved you for a long time But you're married to a friend of mine And I tried hard to never let it show But my love for you is stronger I can't hide it any longer And so I thought I'd better let you know
Now I'm lying here with Linda on my mind And next to me, my soon to be, the one I left behind And Lord it's killing me to see her crying She knows I'm lying here beside her with Linda on my mind ...
