Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mon Fils Chante Composer(s): Maurice Fanon; Gérard Jouannest Performer(s): Juliette Gréco
Pour ceux qui entrent dans la danse Au nom de la grande espérance Au mépris de leur vie Mon fils chante Pour ceux qui luttent pour la vie Sans autres armes que leur vie Pour qu'ils vivent longtemps Mon fils chante Pour ceux qui combattent la nuit Pour le jour où le soleil luira Pour tous les hommes Mon fils chante Pour ceux qui meurent en chemise A l'aube du temps des cerises Sous les yeux des fusils Mon fils chante
Mon fils et toi le fils Qui naîtra de mon fils Tant que meurt la liberté Pour que la liberté Vive dans le monde entier Mon fils il faut chanter
Pour ceux qui poussent sans espoir La porte étroite de l'histoire Au nom de l'idéal mon fils chante Pour ceux qu'on traîne dans le noir Sur le sol du dernier couloir Des chambres de tortures Mon fils chante Pour ceux qui ne verront jamais Plus le soleil rouge de mai Sur le port du Pirée mon fils chante Pour ceux qui jusque dans la mort Ont la force de vivre encore Pour ceux qui vont vivre Mon fils chante
Mon fils et toi le fils Qui naîtra de mon fils Tant que meurt la liberté Pour que la liberté Vive dans le monde entier Mon fils il faut chanter
Get Rhythm Composer(s): Johnny Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash
Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Yes a jumpy rhythm makes you feel so fine It'll shake all the trouble from your worried mind Get rhythm when you get the blues
Little shoeshine boy never gets low down But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the peoples' feet On the windy corner of the dirty street Well, I asked him while he shined my shoes How'd he keep from gettin' the blues He grinned as he raised his little head Popped a shoeshine rag and then he said
Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues It only costs a dime, just a nickel a shoe Does a million dollars worth of good for you Get rhythm when you get the blues
Well, I sat down to listen to the shoeshine boy And I thought I was gonna jump for joy Slapped on the shoe polish left and right He took a shoeshine rag and he held it tight He stopped once to wipe the sweat away I said you're a mighty little boy to be-a workin' that way He said I like it with a big wide grin Kept on a poppin' and he said again
Get rhythm when you get the blues Hey, get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock 'n' roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and get gone Get rhythm when you get the blues
Lovin' Season Composer(s): Gene Thomas Performer(s): Gene & Debbe; Don Gibson & Dottie West
I've been a feelin' kinda funny oh and everyday is sunny All the bees are makin' honey oh the lovin' season is on Got all the ambition got a sweet desposition Baby I've been wishin' you will gonna catch me before the lovin' season is gone Well I've got nothing but time to try to win your love Oh baby you're on my mind and you're the only thing I've been thinking of Well I'm taking my stand I try as hard as I can
And prove that I'm the right man when lovin' season is near Well baby you're so pleasin' all I need is squeezin' Maybe that's the reason I'm a runnin' slow because the lovin' season is here Well I've got nothing but time to try to win your love Oh baby you're on my mind and you're the only thing I've been thinking of Well I'm gonna bet'cha oh I'm gonna get'cha Baby I'll just let'cha lovin' season is here lovin' season is here
Mon Enfant English Title: Day Is Done Composer(s): Peter Yarrow; Boris Bergman Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Dis-moi pourquoi tu pleures enfant De pleurer tu as bien le temps Tu sembles avoir très peur de l'orage J'en avais aussi peur à ton âge Mon enfant
Mais si tu me prends par la main Tout sera bien quand le soir descend Et si tu me prends par la main Tout sera bien pour toi, mon enfant Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant
Sais-tu qu'il te faudra être grand Ce monde n'est pas pour les enfants C'est un monde qu'ils ont fait sans toi Ne me demandes pas pourquoi Je ne le sais pas
Mais si tu me prends par la main Tout sera bien quand le soir descend Et si tu me prends par la main Tout sera bien pour toi, mon enfant Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant
Mais pourquoi souris-tu, mon fils En sais-tu plus que l'enfant de jadis Cet enfant qui faisait l'arc-en-ciel D'un ciel de pluie sans soleil Tu souris, mon fils
Mais si tu me prends par la main Mon fils, mon enfant, quand le soir descend Et si tu me prends par la main Mon fils, mon enfant, tout ira très bien Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant quand le soir descend Mon enfant ô mon enfant
Mais si tu me prends par la main Mon fils, mon enfant. quand le soir descend Et si tu me prends par la main Mon fils, mon enfant, tout ira très bien Mais si tu me prends par la main Mon fils, mon enfant. quand le soir descend Mais si tu me prends par la main...
Get Ready Composer(s): Smokey Robinson Performer(s): The Temptations
Never met a girl
could make me feel the way that you do (you're allright) Whenever I'm asked what makes my dreams real, I tell 'em you do (you're outta sight) Well, twiddley-dee, twiddley-dum, look out baby 'cause here I come
(ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm bringin' you a love that's true (get ready, get ready) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I start makin' love to you (get ready, get ready) Ah, don't you know I'm comin' (get ready 'cause here I come) On my way (get ready 'cause here I come)
You wanna play hide 'n seek with love, let me remind ya (allright) Lovin' you're gonna miss and the time it takes to find ya (you're outta sight) Well, fee-fi-fo-fo-fum, look out baby, now here I come
(ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm bringin' you a love that's true (get ready, get ready) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) start makin' love to you (get ready, get ready) Don't you know I'm comin' (get ready 'cause here I come) On my way, yeah (get ready 'cause here I come)
Well Hope I get to you before they do 'cause that's how I planned it (you're outta sight) Well, twiddley-dee, now twiddley-dum, look out baby now here I come
(ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I'm bringin' you a love that's true (get ready, get ready) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) I start makin' love to you (get ready, get ready) Ah, don't you know I'm comin' (get ready 'cause here I come) On my way, hey (get ready 'cause here I come) Mmm-hmm-hmm
Non Piangere Per Me Argentina ((aka Non Pianger Più Argentina (Milva) - 1977)) ((Adapted from: Don't Cry For Me Argentina (Julie Covington) - 1976)) ((French Version: La Chanson D'Evita (Petula Clark) - 1977)) Composer(s): Andrew Lloyd Webber - Tim Rice Performer(s): Madonna - 1996
(Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita) (Evita, Evita, Evita) Non sarà facile, penserete che sia strano Che stia cercando di spiegare cosa provo Cho ho ancora bisogno del vostro amore dopo tutti ciò che ho fatto
Non mi crederete Vedrete solo la ragazza che conoscevate Vestita di tutto punto Ma in disaccordo con voi Ho dovuto lasciare che accadesse Sono dovuta cambiare Non potevo stare giù tutta la vita E guardare fuori dalla finestra, lontana dal sole Perciò ho scelto la libertà Mi sono data da fare, ho provato tutto Ma, come mi aspettavo Niente mi ha impressionato Non piangere per me Argentina La mia anima è con te Tutta la mia vita io dedico a te Non Essere così distante Ho bisogno di te E per quanto riguarda la celebrità e la ricchezza Non le ho mai richieste Anche se è sembrato che non desiderassi altro Sono illusioni Non solo le soluzioni che promettono di essere La risposta era qui, davanti a me Vi amo e spero che voi amiate me Non piangere per me Argentina La mia anima è con te Tutta la mia vita io dedico a te Non Essere così distante Ho bisogno di te Non Piangere per me Argentina Io non ti ho mai abbandonato Sebbene in silenzio, la mia anima piange per te Ora e per sempre (Io sono l'Argentina) Io Sono l'Argentina (Ahh, ho scelto la libertà per l'Argentina, ahh) [Non piangere per me) (Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita) (Evita, Evita, Evita) Perciò ho scelto la libertà Mi sono data da fare, ho provato tutto Ma, come mi aspettavo Niente mi ha impressionato Non piangere per me Argentina La mia anima è con te Tutta la mia vita io dedico a te Non Essere così distante Ho bisogno di te Non Piangere per me Argentina Io non ti ho mai abbandonato Sebbene in silenzio, la mia anima piange per te Ora e per sempre (Io sono l'Argentina) Io Sono l'Argentina Non piangere per me Ho parlato troppo? Non so che altro dirvi Ma dovete solo guardarmi per capire Che le mie parole sono vere
Mon Enfance Dutch, Italian, & South-African Titles: Heel Mijn Jeugd; La Mia Infanzia; My Kinderdae Composer(s): Jacques Brel Originally performed by: Jacques Brel Covered by various other artists
Mon enfance passa De grisailles en silences De fausses révérences En manque de batailles L'hiver j'étais au ventre De la grande maison Qui avait jeté l'ancre Au nord parmi les joncs L'été à moitié nu Mais tout à fait modeste Je devenais indien Pourtant déjà certain Que mes oncles repus M'avaient volé le Far West
Mon enfance passa Les femmes aux cuisines Où je rêvais de Chine Vieillissaient en repas Les hommes au fromage S'enveloppaient de tabac Flamands taiseux et sages Et ne me savaient pas Moi qui toutes les nuits Agenouillé pour rien Arpégeais mon chagrin Au pied du trop grand lit Je voulais prendre un train Que je n'ai jamais pris
Mon enfance passa De servante en servante Je m'étonnais déjà Qu'elles ne fussent point plantes Je m'étonnais encore De ces ronds de famille Flânant de mort en mort Et que le deuil habille Je m'étonnais surtout D'être de ce troupeau Qui m'apprenait à pleurer Que je connaissais trop J'avais L'il du berger Mais le cur de l'agneau
Mon enfance éclata Ce fut l'adolescence Et le mur du silence Un matin se brisa Ce fut la première fleur Et la première fille La première gentille Et la première peur Je volais je le jure Je jure que je volais Mon cur ouvrait les bras Je n'étais plus barbare
Get Over It Composer(s): Glenn Frey; Don Henley Performer(s): The Eagles
I turn on the tube and what do I see A whole lotta people cryin' "Don't blame me" They point their crooked little fingers at everbody else spend all their time feelin' sorry for themselves Victim of this, victim of that Your momma's too thin; your daddy's too fat
Get over it Get over it All this whinin' and cryin' and pitchin' a fit Get over it, get over it
You say you haven't been the same since you had your little crash But you might feel better if they gave you some cash The more I think about it, Old Billy was right Let's kill all the lawyers - kill 'em tonight You don't want to work; you want to live like a king But the big, bad world doesn't owe you a thing
Get over it Get over it If you don't want to play, then you might as well split Get over it, get over it
It's like going to confession every time I hear you speak You're makin' the most of your losin' streak Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown Got your mind in the gutter, bringin' everybody down Complain about the present and blame it on the past I'd like to find your inner child and kick its little ass
Get over it Get over it All this bitchin' and moanin' and pitchin' a fit Get over it, get over it
Get over it Get over it It's gotta stop sometime, so why don't you quit Get over it, get over it
Lovin' Every Minute Of It Composer(s): Robert John "Mutt" Lange Performer(s): Loverboy
I'm not man or machine I'm just something in between I'm all love, a dynamo So push the button and let me go
You want me to come alive Just flick the switch into overdrive You and me can let it be Ready-Aim-Fire
Touch that dial - Turn me on Start me like a motor, make me run Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it Turn that dial all the way Shoot me like a rocket into space Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it
I got fun - You got deal You wanna drive then take the wheel You and me can let it be Ready-Aim-Fire
Touch that dial - Turn me on Start me like a motor, make me run Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it Turn that dial all the way Shoot me like a rocket into space Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it
You want me to come alive Just flick the switch into overdrive You and me can let it be Ready-Aim-Fire
Touch that dial - Turn me on Start me like a motor, make me run Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it Turn that dial all the way Shoot me like a rocket into space Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it
Touch that dial - Turn me on Start me like a motor, make me run Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it Turn that dial all the way Shoot me like a rocket into space Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it Lovin' every minute of it
Mon Émouvant Amour English & Italian Title: Quiet Love; Mio Commovente Amor Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Tu vis dans un silence éternel et muet Où je traduis tes regards et lis dans tes sourires Interprétant les mots que tes mains veulent dire Dans ton language étrange qui semble être un ballet
Un émouvant ballet que tu règles pour moi De gestes façinants qui ne sont jamais les mêmes Et quand du bout des doigts tu murmures je t'aime J'ai l'impression parfois comme entendre ta voix
Get Out Those Old Records Composer(s): John Jacob Loeb; Carmen Lombardo Performer(s): Mary Martin; and various other artists
The one, the one, the one, the one The one we used to play so long ago
Get out those old records Those old phonograph records The ones we used to play so long ago What if they sound scratchy The tunes they really were catchy Remember when you used to love them so I had to play them over and over For my little sleepy head They were your lullaby, your favrite lullaby I tucked you into bed With all those old records Those old phonograph records The ones we used to play so long ago
I remember them all Even though I was small When you turned down every laddie With my heart belongs to daddy I was only knee high But I remember how I Used to cry and cry, not jokin Every time that one got broken Mommy, play the funny one, mommy Hes a funny one - over and over When you tucked me into bed With all those old records They were wonderful then Play them over again The ones we used to play so long ago
The one, the one, the one, the one The ones we used to play so long ago
Lovin' All Night Composer(s): Rodney Crowell Performer(s): Rodney Crowell; Patty Loveless
Now baby pull the covers back over my head I don't want to get up out of this bed I don't want to drag it on off to work That big boss man is really a jerk
We've been lovin' all night Just about thrilled me Everything right Hope it don't kill me I'm gonna live it just as long as I can I'm gonna make it every part of my plan
Lovin' all night Hangin' on tight No doubt about it Been lovin' all night, yeah
Now baby you're as pretty as a fresh cut flower When you show me how you love me in the wee small hours While everybody's sleeping on around this town Lovin' all night makes the world go round
We've been lovin' all night Just about send me Everything right Hope it don't bend me I'm gonna live it just as long as I can I'm gonna make it every part of my plan
Lovin' all night Hangin' on tight No doubt about it Been lovin' all night, yeah
Ain't no use talkin' when you're lookin' so fine When you're movin' your body up close to mine We've been rockin' with a rhythm of a beat our own Baby, I'm gonna love you 'til the cows come home
We've been lovin' all night Just about hit me Everything right Hope it don't get me I'm gonna live it just as long as I can I'm gonna make it every part of my plan
Lovin' all night Feeling all right No doubt about it been lovin' all night We've been lovin' all night Hangin' on tight No doubt about it Been lovin' all night, yeah
We been lovin' all night Lovin' all night, yeah Lovin' all night Lovin' all night, yeah Lovin' all night Lovin' all night, yeah
Get Out Of My Life Woman Composer(s): Allen Toussaint Performer(s): Albert King; and various other artists
Get out of my life woman, you don't no love me no more I said Get out of my life woman, you don't no love me no more Get out of my life woman, you don't no love me no more
Get out my eyes teardrops, I got to see my way around Won't you get out my eyes teardrops, I got to see my way around (Get out my life heartaches, nothing but heartaches by the pound)
Get off my ladder woman, I got to climb up to the top I said get off my ladder woman, I got to climb up to the top Get off my ladder woman, ladder's nothing to make you stop
Get out the way woman, I got to be movin' on I said get out the way woman, I got to be movin' on Get out the way woman, I got to be movin' on
Lovey Dovey Composer(s): Memphis Curtis - Ahmet Ertegun First release by: The Clovers - 1954 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, you're the cutest thing that I did ever see I really love your peaches, want to shake your tree Lovey dovey , lovey dovey all the time Lovey dovey, I can't get you out of my mind Every time you kiss me you just thrill me so Don't never, never, never, never let me go Oh lovey , lovey dovey all the time Lovey dovey, I can't get you out of my mind I sigh with the feeling when you are near me I'm high as a ceiling, oh baby hear me Cause I'm saying that I love you, place none above you Give it up, pretty mama, I can't wait, because My love is tumblin' down, you know I feel the mood For you my darlin' I would break my mama's rule Ooh lovey , lovey dovey all the time Lovey dovey, I can't get you out of my mind ... I sigh with the feeling when you are near me I'm high as a ceiling, oh baby hear me Cause I'm saying that I love you, place none above you Love me, pretty mama, I can't wait, because My love is tumblin' down, you know I feel the mood For you my darlin' I would break my mama's rule Ooh lovey , lovey dovey all the time Lovey dovey, I can't get you out of my mind
Mon Dieu Composer(s): Charles Dumont; Michel Vaucaire Performer(s): Édith Piaf
Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Laissez-le-moi Encore un peu Mon amoureux! Un jour, deux jours, huit jours... Laissez-le-moi Encore un peu À moi... Le temps de s'adorer De se le dire Le temps de se fabriquer Des souvenirs Mon Dieu! Oh oui...mon Dieu! Laissez-le-moi Remplir un peu Ma vie... Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Laissez-le-moi Encore un peu Mon amoureux Six mois, trois mois, deux mois... Laissez-le-moi Pour seulement Un mois... Le temps de commencer Ou de finir Le temps d'illuminer Ou de souffrir Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Même si j'ai tort Laissez-le-moi Un peu... Même si j'ai tort Laissez-le-moi Encore...
