Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Caissons Go Rolling Along Composer(s): Major Edmund L. Gruber Performer(s): Bob Crosby & His Orch. and multiple other artists
Over hill, over dale As we hit the dusty trail And the Caissons go rolling along In and out, hear them shout Counter march and right about And the Caissons go rolling along
Then it's hi! hi! hee! In the field artillery Shout out your numbers loud and strong For where e'er you go You will always know That the Caissons go rolling along
In the storm, in the night Action left or action right See those Caissons go rolling along
Limber front, limber rear Prepare to mount your cannoneer And those Caissons go rolling along
Then it's hi! hi! hee! In the field artillery Shout out your numbers loud and strong For where e'er you go You will always know That the Caissons go rolling along
Was it high, was it low Where the hell did that one go? As those Caissons go rolling along Was it left, was it right Now we won't get home tonight And those Caissons go rolling along
Then it's hi! hi! hee! In the field artillery Shout out your numbers loud and strong For where e'er you go You will always know That the Caissons go rolling along That the Caissons go rolling along That the Caissons go rolling along
Fils De ... Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest Performer(s): Jacques Brel
Fils de bourgeois Ou fils d'apôtres Tous les enfants Sont comme les vôtres Fils de César Ou fils de rien Tous les enfants Sont comme le tien Le même sourire Les mêmes larmes Les mêmes alarmes Les mêmes soupirs Fils de César Ou fils de rien Tous les enfants Sont comme le tien Ce n'est qu'après Longtemps après
Mais fils de sultan Fils de fakir Tous les enfants Ont un empire Sous voutes d'or Sous toits de chaumes Tous les enfants Ont un royaume Un coin de vague Une fleur qui tremble Un oiseau mort Qui leur ressemble Fils de sultan Fils de fakir Tous les enfants Ont un empire Ce n'est qu'après Longtemps après
Mais fils de bon fils Ou fils d'étranger Tous les enfants Sont des sorciers Fils de l'amour Fils d'amourettes Tous les enfants Sont des poètes Ils sont bergers Ils sont rois mages Font des nuages Pour mieux voler Mais fils de bon fils Ou fils d'étranger Tous les enfants Sont des sorciers Ce n'est qu'après Longtemps après
Mais fils de bourgeois Ou fils d'apôtres Tous les enfants Sont comme les vôtres Fils de César Ou fils de rien Tous les enfants Sont comme le tien Le même sourire Les mêmes larmes Les mêmes alarmes Les mêmes soupirs Fils de César Ou fils de rien Tous les enfants Sont comme le tien
The Buzzard Was Their Friend Composer(s): Dan Hicks Performer(s): Dan Hicks & His Hot Licks
A black-headed buzzard led the others on he knew he couldn't get nothin' by stayin at home black headed and looking slick flying right along
and where did he take them? the buzzard was their friend he took 'em all down and bought 'em a bowl of whats-is-name they were gettin' fat jus' goin' to bat on the bowls of it
he blew a whistle, blew it just once and they were in the air and looking 'round the wind was gustin' thirty they were gettin awful dirty but they didnt mind
when that bacon fries I want you gone a little bit a travlin' never done no wrong whoa-oh look in the sky see those buzzards how they fly black headed and looking slick flying right along
Lickettes!
the bacon grease dont matter none let it slip and slide and run it aint no lie, look in the sky see how they fly black headed and looking slick flying right along
and when it fry, fry a lot you mize well cook up all you got hey hey put it your day see those buzzards on their way black headed and looking slick flying right along black headed and looking slick flying right along
and where did he take them? the buzzard was their friend he took 'em all down and bought 'em a bowl of whats-is-name they were gettin' fat jus' goin' to bat on the bowls of it
and when it fry, fry a lot you might as well cook up all you got hey hey put it your day see those buzzards on their way black headed and looking slick flying right along black headed and looking slick flying right along
Fille Sauvage Composer(s): Yves Dessca; D. Shirak Performer(s): Claude François
Tu as déjà tracé le dessin de ta route Pour après Qu'on veuille te garder C'est ce que tu redoutes Je le sais Tu es à moi ce soir mais dès que le soleil Se lèvera Quand je serais tomber dans un profond sommeil Tu partiras
Fille, fille sauvage Fille mirage Fille d'un jour Fille, fille sauvage Fille mirage Fille d'amour
Aimer sans le chercher selon la providence Et adieu Comment te retenir, comment faire si tu penses Que c'est mieux Tu dis que ta jeunesse est un trop beau trésor Pour la laisser Tout entière à mon cur, tout entière à mon corps Abandonner
Fille, fille sauvage Fille mirage Fille d'un jour Fille, fille sauvage Fille mirage Fille d'amour
Tout au long d'une nuit tu laisses sur ta peau Mes mains dansées Mais elles cherchent à te prendre et voilà que l'oiseau S'est envolé
Fille, fille sauvage Fille mirage Fille d'un jour Fille, fille sauvage Fille mirage Fille d'amour
Fille, fille sauvage Fille mirage Fille d'un jour Fille, fille sauvage Fille mirage Fille d'amour
Butcher's Tale (Western Front 1914) Composer(s): Chris White First release by: The Zombies - 1968 Covered by multiple other artists
A butcher yes that was my trade But the king's shilling is now my fee A butcher I may as well have stayed For the slaughter that I see
And the preacher in his pulpit Sermon: "Go and fight, do what is right" But he don't have to hear these guns And I'll bet he sleeps at night
And I And I can't stop shaking My hands won't stop shaking My arms won't stop shaking My mind won't stop shaking I want to go home Please let me go home Go home
And I have seen a friend of mine Hang on the wire Like some rag toy Then in the heat the flies come down And cover up the boy And the flies come down in Gommecourt, Thiepval Mametz Wood, and French Verdun If the preacher he could see those flies Wouldn't preach for the sound of guns
And I And I can't stop shaking My hands won't stop shaking My arms won't stop shaking My mind won't stop shaking I want to go home Please let me go home Go home
Can't Teach An Old Dog New Tricks
Composer(s): Laurie C. Anderson - Gary "U.S." Bonds
Performer(s): Gary U.S. Bonds; Bruce Springsteen; Southside Johnny
Come on!
You gotta get up pretty early in the morning, babe
If you think you can just up and out-slick me
'Cause I've been fooled by the best
BS-ed by the rest
I've tried everything there is in life from A to Z
I've dined with friends in high places
Slept with girls of all races
Got down with the brothers in the bowery
And they all taught me one thing
There's no such thing as a sure thing
Life as we know it has no guarantees
I've been in the battles
Taken my licks
Had lots of parties
Had all the kicks
I'm not often well
But, I ain't never been sick
Oh, can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Come on!
People talk and make promises 'bout this and that
But action's the only thing that excites me
All those promises they're making
I'd be crazy if I take 'em
I'd keep them stored up in my memory
I'm just living in a world where society
And what people say and do
No longer interests me
I'm just living out my days
Set in my ways
Living for my friends and my family
Well, I've lived in the city
I ain't what you call slick
Grew up in the country
But don't call me no hick
I've been through the thin, I've been through the thick
So you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Come on!
Well, I've been in the battles
Taken my licks
Had lots of parties
Had all the kicks
I'm not often well
But I ain't never been sick
So, you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Seems like everybody knows how things should be
Yeah, they've all got their stories they can't wait to tell
I've got my own way of being who I wanna be
I can't live my life for no one else
I keep my mind wide open
To what you gotta say
Lord, I ain't always right
But I know when you're wrong
'Cause I've been doing it too doggone long
You can sing it if you wanna
But it's still my doggone song
You can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
(Oh, no, no, no)
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
(You just can't do it now)
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
(No, you can't do it)
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
(You just can't do it now)
(No, no you)
Can't teach a
Can't teach a
No, you can't teach a
Can't teach a
(Whoah, whoah, whoah)
Can't teach a
Can't teach a
(No, no, no)
(Come on, Bondsie!)
Oh you can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an old dog new tricks
Can't teach an ...
Fille Du Feu Composer(s): Thierry Séchan; Julien Clerc Performer(s): Julien Clerc
Elle a des yeux comme une ville en flammes La voix des violons de Bohême Ses cheveux d'algues et de fleurs qui se fanent Inondent son châle de laine
Elle vient d'un monde nomade et son âme Chemine sur les grandes plaines Je voudrais tant suivre sa caravane Courir dans le sang de ses veines
Fille du feu, ma tzigane Noire sur le fond bleu des gitanes Oh, fille du feu, ma tzigane
Les soirs d'été, quand les bûchers s'enflamment Du côté des Saintes-Maries Des mains d'argent qui nous viennent d'Espagne Font danser la mer et la nuit
Les bras tendus vers les pâles étoiles Elle chante sur le sable gris Le vent marin qui soulève ses voiles Emporte sa plainte et ses cris
Elle est d'un peuple qu'on chasse ou qu'on parque Dans des terrains vagues ou des camps Il n'est pas bon de voyager sans carte Sur les grandes ailes du vent
Fille du feu, ma tzigane Noire sur le fond bleu des gitanes Oh, fille du feu, ma tzigane
Elle a des yeux comme une ville en flammes La voix du cristal de Bohême
Burden Of Freedom Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson First release by: Kris Kristofferson - 1972
I stand on the stairway, my back to the dungeon The doorway to freedom, so close to my hand Voices behind me, they bitterly damn me For seeking salvation they don't understand
Lord, help me to shoulder the burdon of freedom And give me the courage to be what I can And when I am wounded by those who condemn me Lord, help me forgive them They don't understand
Their lonely frustrations descending to laughter Erases the footprints I leave in the sand For I'm free to travel where they cannot follow In search of the kingdom they don't understand
Lord, help me to shoulder the burdon of freedom And give me the courage to be what I can And when I have wounded the last one who loved me Lord, help her forgive me I don't understand
Une Poussière Dans Le Coeur ((aka Je Suis À Toi (Sandra Kim) - 1993))
((Adapted from: Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Frankie Valli) - 1967))
Composer(s): Robert Crewe Jr. - Robert Gaudio - Michel Rivgauche
Performer(s): Line Renaud - 1969
Versions In Other Languages:
1967 - Preciso Olhar Pra Você (Jean Carlo)
1968 - Per Ricominciare (Mina)
Chaque fois que tu rentres tard Quand tu viens me dire bonsoir Je meurs d'envie de savoir Pourquoi tu rentres si tard Mais toi tu me prends la main Tu parles de tout et de rien Et devant tes yeux rieurs J'ai une poussière dans le cur
Tu ouvres alors tes tiroirs Et je mordille mon mouchoir Oh je voudrais tant savoir Pourquoi tu rentres si tard J'ai les yeux un peu rougis Mais tu vois, je te souris Non ne crois pas que j'ai peur J'ai une poussière dans le cur
Délivre-moi, dis de ce qui n'est pas toi Ma tête éclate à ne penser qu'à ça Arrache-moi, dis cette poussière dans le cur Délivre-moi, dis, de ce flot de pensée Oh ça me ronge, et je veux oublier Oh mon amour, emporte-moi avec toi
Mais le sommeil nous sépare Et je repose dans le noir Je voudrais tellement savoir Pourquoi tu rentres si tard A quoi rêves-tu déjà A qui rêves-tu dis moi Oh ce n'est pas que j'ai peur J'ai une poussière dans le cur
Délivre-moi, car je ne peux plus penser Moi je suis bien, bien, oh si bien dans tes bras Enlève-moi, dis, cette poussière dans le cur (ad lib )
Quand je suis arrivé dans ta ville Je n'ai vu que toi dans la nuit noire Et j'ai senti dans mon bas ventre Comme une flamme Une flamme qui m'a brûlé toute la nuit
Je te veux Je te veux Fille de la nuit
Je te veux Je te veux Fille de la nuit
Je t'ai cherché dans toute la ville Cherchant ton visage dans le noir Et j'avais dans la gorge Serré comme une boule Une boule qui m'empêchait même de boire
Je te veux Je te veux Fille de la nuit
Je te veux Je te veux Fille de la nuit
Oh ! J'échangerais toutes les filles Pour te revoir Je veux t'avoir
Je t'ai trouvé enfin dans la ville Longue et blonde et nue Sur ton lit noir Et je t'ai déchiré Comme une fleur fragile Je t'ai eu et c'est ma plus belle victoire
Can't Take My Eyes Off You Composer(s): Robert Crewe Jr. - Robert Gaudio First release by: Frankie Valli - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - Preciso Olhar Pra Você (Jean Carlo) 1968 - Per Ricominciare (Mina) 1969 - Une Poussière Dans Le Coeur (Line Renaud) 1993 - Je Suis À Toi (Sandra Kim)
You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you You'd be like heaven to touch I want to hold you so much At long last love has arrived And I thank God I'm alive You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you
Pardon the way that I stare There's nothing else to compare The sight of you leaves me weak There are no words left to speak But if you feel like I feel Please let me know that it's real You're just too good to be true Can't take my eyes off you
I love you baby, and if it's quite all right I need you baby to warm the lonely night I love you baby Trust in me when I say Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray Oh pretty baby, now that I found you Stay
And let me love you, baby Let me love you ...
I love you baby, and if it's quite alright I need you baby to warm the lonely night I love you baby Trust in me when I say Oh pretty baby, don't bring me down, I pray Oh pretty baby, now that I found you Stay
Oh pretty baby Trust in me when I say: Oh pretty baby ...
Tout s'est passé trop tôt et trop vite J'étais jolie et j'étais petite j'ai couru trop tôt et mon corps n'était pas prêt Je ne pouvais plus arrêter après {2x}
Où vas-tu fille, fille d'aujourd'hui? Où t'en vas-tu? Vers quel vertige d'éclair et de bruit? Je suis fille d'aujourd'hui tout va vite et moi, je suis
J'ai pris la mer trop tôt et trop vite Un homme vient, un homme vous quitte L'un, c'est le vautour, l'autre le chardonneret Qui peut le savoir? On apprend après {2x}
Où vas-tu fille, fille d'aujourd'hui? Où t'en vas-tu? Vers quel vertige d'éclair et de bruit? Je suis fille d'aujourd'hui tout va vite et moi, je suis
J'ai tout dansé trop tôt et trop vite les rythmes doux, les rythmes de fuite J'ai voulu ensemble et la joie et le regret On ne peut plus les séparer après {2x} Tout s'est cueilli trop tôt et trop vite on s'est aimé à la marguerite Un peu et beaucoup se poursuivent sans arrêt à la folie et pas du tout après {2x}
Où vas-tu fille, fille d'aujourd'hui? Où t'en vas-tu? Vers quel vertige de brume et de bruit? Je suis fille d'aujourd'hui tout va vite et moi, je suis
Blind Love Composer(s): B.B. King; Riley King; Jules Taub Originally performed by: B.B. King Covered by various other artists
There ain't nobody gonna do my baby wrong There ain't nobody gonna do my baby wrong I still love her even though she's gone I know my baby's been out on the street I know my baby's been out on the street She got a story to tell for every man she meets
Chorus Blind love, blind love It oughta be a crime To love you the way I do My best friend knows But he don't want to say My best friend knows But he don't want to say Ya know it hurts him so bad To see you doin' me this way I see my baby and I just raise my hand I see my baby and I just raise my hand You know it hurts down in my heart To see her with another man
Fill Your Heart Composer(s): Biff Rose; Paul Williams Performer(s): Tiny Tim; and various other artists
And now my dear friends Id like to dedicate this song to all of you out there Wherever you may be... North, south, east or west, to everyone all over the world This song is for you!
Fill your heart with love today, dont play the game of time Things that happened in the past, happened in your mind In your mind, only in your mind, in your mind Forget your mind and youll be free
Happiness is happening, the dragons have been bled Loveliness is everywhere, fears just in your head Forget your head and youll be free
The writings on the wall, free And you can know it all, know it all if you choose Remember, lovers never lose They are free of thoughts un-pure, and of thoughts unkind Gentleness can clear the head, love can clean the mind and make it free
(Oh, I love this!)
The writings on the wall, and you can know it all Know it all if you choose, remember lovers never lose They are free! Free! Free! Free! Free!
Now when the good ol' holidays roll around I'm the kind of a guy that likes to be found Just takin it easy and layin around, doin nothin'
But I take my chair and sit on the lawn And just when all my cares are gone About a million bugs start carryin on, and I'm cussin'
Some caterpillar from up some tree Decides as far as he can see There's nothin to do but to fall on me, the damn worm
And a dirty ole fly just makin it clear That he ain't had a bath for over a year So he's takin one now in my glass of beer to lose germs
Bugs Bugs Bugs, if I had them all in jugs I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug And that would be the end of the bug song
Well I try to sleep when I get the chance But you just can't trust them cursed ants They're never satisfied till they're in your pants and you're crawlin'
With a spider web right across the face I'm lookin' around for a better place Till a couple of hornets take up the chase and I'm howlin'
Well I head for the house and I hold my breath Till I find some stuff in the medicine chest For the welts I got on the spot you guessed, where I'm sittin'
And the wife gets mad 'cause I forgot To get stuff for the fleas our kitten caught Off some old dog on the neighbours lot, and she's rippin'
Bugs Bugs Bugs, if I had them all in jugs I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug And that would be the end of the bug song
Well I chased that moth from the middle drawer That chewed the clothes I useta wore And I jammed my thumb on the bedroom door tryin to catch 'im
And I'm sure the mosquitoes all know their skill 'Cause one pryed up my windowsill And he limped through the air with a broken drill, and I'm scratchin'
You might think I'm a little bit rough 'Cause I don't take to that nature stuff But I think I've just about had enough of them bugs
Now your backyard might be okay, But I'm goin down to buy some spray 'Cause my little place is walkin away with them bugs
Bugs Bugs Bugs, if I had them all in jugs I'd dig dig dig, till a big big hole was dug dug dug dug And that would be the end of the bug song That would be the end of the bug song I'm gonna dig dig dig, dig dig dig dig dig dig...
Can't Stop The Music
Composer(s): Henri Belolo - Phil Hurtt - Jacques Morali - Victor Whitehead
Performer(s): The Village People
Everyone you meet
the children in the street are swaying
To the rhythm
there's something moving in them
There's no place to hide
So why even try
Can't you hear it coming you way it's here to stay
Music in our walk
Music when we talk
It's really something magic
to lose it would be tragic
Can't you feel the sound
Moving through the ground
music makes the world go around
You can't stop the music
nobody can stop the music
Take the cold from the snow
tell the trees "don't grow"
Tell the wind "don't blow"
'cause it's easier no!
You can't stop the music
nobody can stop the music
Take the spark from love
make the rain fall up
'Cause that's easier to do
Moving with the wind
Since the world began the beat is gona get cha'
The beat is gonna get cha'
Music for the blues
For young dancing shoes
There's music in the way that we kiss
You can't resist moving through the trees
Buzzing with the bees
The sound is getting louder
the sound is getting louder
Music when we play
when we kneel to pray
There's music in the sound of the wind
You can't stop the music
Nobody can stop the music
Take the heat from flame
Try not feeling pain
Though you try in vain
It's much easier no!
You can't stop the music
Nobody can stop the music
Change the master plan
Take the hope from man
'Cause that's easier to do
On the radio
on every TV show
For each and every reason
In each and every season
Music when we love
for the moon above
Music for the show of life that never ends
Music on a plane
music on a train
Sailing on the ocean
music in the motion
Music in your car
at your local bar
There's music when you look at a star
You can stop the music
nobody can stop the music
Keep two lovers apart
mend a broken heart
Catch a falling star
that's much easier to do
No! You can stop the music
Nobody can stop the music
Tell the sun "Don't shine"
Stop old father time
'Cause that's easier to do
You can stop the music
nobody can stop the music
Take the cold from the snow ...
