Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Hunters Of Kentucky Composer(s): Samuel Woodworth Performer(s): Noah M. Ludlow
Ye gentlemen and ladies fair Who grace this famous city Just listen if you've time to spare While I rehearse a ditty And for the opportunity Conceive yourself quite lucky For 'tis not often here you see A hunter from Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky The hunters of Kentucky Oh, Kentucky The hunters of Kentucky
You've heard, I s'pose, how New Orleans Is famed for wealth and beauty There's girls of ev'ry hue it seems From snowy white to sooty So Pakenham he made his brags If he in fight was lucky He'd have their girls and cotton bags In spite of old Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky The hunters of Kentucky Oh, Kentucky The hunters of Kentucky
But Jackson, he was wide awake And was not scared of trifles For well he knew what aim we take With our Kentucky rifles He led us down to Cypress Swamp The ground was low and mucky There stood John Bull in pomp And here was old Kentucky
Oh, Kentucky The hunters of Kentucky Oh, Kentucky The hunters of Kentucky
A bank was rais'd to hide our breast Not that we thought of dying But the we always like to rest Unless the game is flying Behind it stood our little force None wished it to be greater For ev'ry man was half a horse And half an alligator
Oh, Kentucky The hunters of Kentucky Oh, Kentucky The hunters of Kentucky
They found, at last, 'twas vain to fight Where lead was all the booty And so they wisely took to flight And left us all our beauty And now, if danger e'er annoys Remember what our trade is Just send for us Kentucky boys And we'll protect ye, ladies
Oh, Kentucky The hunters of Kentucky Oh, Kentucky The hunters of Kentucky
C'était Pas La Peine
Composer(s): Michel Jourdan - Noam Kaniel
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
C'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine de m'envoyer jour après jour des roses avec des mots d'amour C"était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine de me faire cette mise en scène et de me dire: "je t'aime.. Je t'aime"
Fallait pas tu sais te croire obligé de me jurer, des larmes aux yeux que ta lumière c'était nous deux Je serais tombée de moins haut, tu sais aujourd'hui nous serions quittes en nous souhaitant "bonne chance" pour la suite...
Y fallait pas m'entraîner si loin que ça j'ai marché, tu vois j'ai cru en ton cinéma Tu disais qu'toi et moi ça n'en finirait pas tu me serrais fort dans tes bras et tu n'as plus rien à me dire déjà
C'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine de me donner tant d'illusion et même la clé de ta maison Tout ça n'a servi qu'à briser ma vie de nous deux, chez toi ne reste que nos prénoms sur une boîte aux lettres
Y fallait pas m'entraîner si loin que ça j'ai marché, tu vois j'ai cru en ton cinéma à ta mise en scène mes étoiles s'éteignent c'était pas la peine, c'était pas la peine de me dire je t'aime, c'était pas la peine
Freeze Frame Composer(s): Seth Justman; Peter Wolf Performer(s): J. Geils Band; and various other artists
I could see it was a rough-cut Tuesday Slow-motion weekdays stare me down Her lipstick reflex got me wound There were no defects to be found Snapshot image froze without a sound Thursday morning was a hot flash-factor Her face still focused in my mind Test-strip proof-sheet love is hard to find Friday night we'll dance the spotlight grind Stop-time heart for me if she's not mine Chorus: Freeze-Frame! Freeze-Frame! Freeze-Frame! Freeze-Frame! Now Freeze! Now I'm lookin at a flashback Sunday Zoom lens feelings just won't disappear Close-up darkroom sweet-talk in my ear Her hot-spot love for me is strong This freeze-frame moment can't be wrong Chorus
C'était Mon Copain
Composer(s): Louis Amade - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud; Les Compagnons de la Chanson; Petits Chanteurs De Saint Laurent Orch.
J'avais un seul ami Et on me l'a tué Il était plus que lui Il était un peu moi Je crois qu'en le tuant On m'a aussi tué Et je pleure la nuit Mais on ne le sait pas
C'était mon copain C'était mon ami Pauvre vieux copain De mon humble pays Je revois son visage Au regard généreux Nous avions le même âge Et nous étions heureux
Ami, mon pauvre ami Reverrai-je jamais Ton sourire gentil Parmi l'immensité?
C'était mon copain C'était mon ami J'écoute la ballade De la Mort, de la Vie Le vent de la frontière Veut consoler mes pleurs Mais l'eau de la rivière A d'étranges couleurs
Cependant dans les bois Un mystérieux concert M'a dit qu'il faut garder L'espoir à tout jamais Car ceux qui ont bâti Ensemble un univers Se retrouveront tous Puisqu'ils l'ont mérité
O mon vieux camarade Mon copain, mon ami Parmi les terres froides Je te parle la nuit Et ton pesant silence Est un mal si cruel Que j'entends ta présence Parfois au fond du ciel
Freewill Composer(s): Geddy Lee; Alex Lifeson; Neil Peart Performer(s): Rush; and various other artists
There are those who think
that life has nothing left to chance A host of holy horrors to direct our aimless dance A planet of playthings We dance on the strings Of powers we cannot perceive "The stars aren't aligned Or the gods are malign" Blame is better to give than receive You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill I will choose a path that's clear I will choose Free Will There are those who think that they were dealt a losing hand The cards were stacked against them - they weren't born in Lotus-Land All preordained A prisoner in chains A victim of venomous fate Kicked in the face You can't pray for a place In Heaven's unearthly estate You can choose a ready guide in some celestial voice If you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice You can choose from phantom fears and kindness that can kill I will choose a path that's clear I will choose Free Will Each of us A cell of awareness Imperfect and incomplete Genetic blends With uncertain ends On a fortune hunt that's far too fleet
The Hunter Composer(s): Donald "Duck" Dunn - Al Jackson Jr. - Carl Wells - Booker T. Jones - Steve Cropper First release by: Albert King - 1967 Covered by multiple other artists
They call me the hunter, that's my name A pretty woman like you, is my only game I bought me a love gun, just the other day And I aim to aim it your way Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run 'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun The first time I saw you, standing on the street I says to myself, "Woo, ain't she sweet" I've got my love gun loaded, with hugs and kisses And when I pull the trigger, there will be no misses Ain't no need to hide, ain't no use to run 'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun Ain't no use to hide, ain't no use to run 'Cause I've got you in the sights of my love gun I'm the big bad hunter baby How can I miss when I've got dead aim
C'était Mon Ami ((Adapted from: Baby, Come To Me (Patti Austin & James Ingram) - 1981)) Composer(s): Rodney L. Temperton - Didier Barbelivien Performer(s): Dalida - 1984
Il disait souvent je marche seul contre le vent Je suis un enfant Il disait je joue mais la victoire n'est rien du tout Pour un roi fou Il était de sang Romain de cur Tzigane C'était un homme qui faisait rêver les femmes
C'était mon ami Ce rempart de vérité ce brin de fantaisie J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui C'était son identité de vivre ainsi
Il aimait le bruit, les chevaux libre et l'infini Il était vivant Il aimait choisir, il rêvait un jour de partir sur l'océan Il était comme ses vitraux des cathédrales C'était un homme qui brillait sans faire de mal
C'était mon ami Ce rempart de vérité, ce brin de fantaisie J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui C'était son identité de vivre ainsi
Quand je pense à lui Je me souviens des matins aux couleurs du soleil Quand je pense à lui J'ai l'impression d'entendre sa voix qui m'appelle
C'était mon ami Il ne parlait pas d'amour mais je l'aimais ainsi En tendresse et en velours, oui c'était mon ami Il pouvait jouer du tambour dans les rues de Paris Et m'appeler au secours oui c'était mon ami Ce rempart de vérité, ce brin de fantaisie J'aimais sa réalité son rire et sa folie Cette façon d'exister envers et contre qui C'était son identité de vivre ainsi
Freeway To Her Dreams Composer(s): Gordon Haskell Performer(s): Gordon Haskell
Her secret's in her shoulder bag Theyre sewn into the seams Is a journey that she has to take On the freeway to her dreams She asks herself how come my lifes forever in a spin And she hides a tiny photograph in an old tobacco tin She keeps her make-up in a box with its lid of tortoise shell I caught a glimpse inside it once of a jewel beneath the veil I loved her then I love her still though its not what she believes One day I hope shell see me there on the freeway to her dreams Her secret's in her shoulder bag Theyre sewn into the seams And the journey takes her on and on On the freeway to her dreams And one day I hope shell see me there On the freeway to her dreams
The Hungry Years Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Howard Greenfield First release by: Neil Sedaka - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
Girl we made it to the top we went so high we couldn't stop we climbed the ladder leading us nowhere Two of us together building castles in the air We spun so fast we couldn't tell the gold ring from the carousel How could we know the right would turn-out bad Everything we wanted, was everything we had I miss the Hungry Years the once upon a time the lovely long ago we didn't a dime those days of me and you we lost along the way how could I be so blind not to see the door closing on the World I now hunger for Looking through my tears I miss the Hungry years We shared our day dreams one by one Making plans was so much fun We set our goals and reached the highest star Things that we were after were much better from afar Here we stand just me and you with everything and nothing too It wasn't worth the price we had to pay Honey take me home Let's go back to yesterday I miss the Hungry Years the once upon a time the lovely long ago we didn't have a dime those days of me and you we lost along the way how could I be so blind not to see the door closing on the World I now hunger for Looking through my tears I miss the Hungry years I miss the Hungry Years
C'était Moi
((English Version: It Was Me (Tony Bennett) - 1963))
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Maurice Vidalin
First release by: Gilbert Bécaud - 1960
Celui qu'on appelait le voyou de la plage Qui vivait tout l'été jambes nues, cheveux fous Qui ne pavait jamais les gaufres ni les glaces Qui te jetait de l'eau, des algues et des cailloux C'était moi!
Mais qui savait le nom des quatre mille étoiles Et te prenait la main pour mieux te les compter Qui faisait d'un orage une carte postale En dessinant ton cur sur le sable mouillé C'était moi, c'était moi!
Celui qui se disait professeur de tendresse Qui se moquait de toi quand tu ne voulais pas Celui qui se vantait d'avoir eu des princesses Et de se fiancer, mais de n'épouser pas Mais qui riait trop fort en ouvrant ton corsage Ou qui ne riait plus en touchant tes genoux Qui s'endormait tout doux sur ton épaule sage Qui t'appelait "pas belle" et qui t'aimait beaucoup C'était moi, c'était moi!
Celui qui plaisantait, un matin de septembre En piquant une rose à ton manteau de pluie Qui te disait "Salut, on allait bien ensemble" Et n'en a plus dormi ni le jour ni la nuit Celui qui ne sait plus ni ton nom ni ton âge Qui ne sait rien de toi, mais que tu es jolie Oublie-le ce garçon qui crânait sur la plage Et croyait tout savoir et n'avait rien compris C'était moi, c'était moi!
Freeway Of Love Composer(s): Jeffrey Cohen; Narada Michael Walden Performer(s): Aretha Franklin; and various other artists
Knew you'd be a vision in white How'd you get those pants so tight? Don't know what you're doin' But you must be livin' right
We got some places to see I brought all the maps with me So jump right in...Ain't no sin Take a ride in my machine
City traffic movin' way too slow Drop the pedal and go...go...go
Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love Wind's against our back Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love In my pink cadillac Goin' ridin' on the freeway of love Wind's against our back Ain't we ridin' on the freeway of love In my pink Cadillac?
Never you mind the exit signs We got lots of time We can't quit 'til we get To the other side
With the radio playin' our song We keep rollin' on Who knows how far a car can get Before you think about slowin' on down
City traffic movin' way too slow Drop the pedal and go...go...go
The Hunger Composer(s): Lee Frey Performer(s): Tompall Glaser
They said in her younger days Her beauty was enough to drive men wild But the hunger in her body then Was not the hunger of some lonely child Like a butterfly in springtime Searching every field for loving's sweetest rose The embrace of many strangers Still could not release her from the hold
In the backstreets and the bedrooms All she's found is disappointments While the love that she's too often found Was not enough to satisfy her needs She's older than the years she holds And ageing fast with each day passing by On a downhill run to nowhere 'Cause the hunger never can be satisfied
The reflection in her mirror's Not the image she remembers in her mind Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger And the acid winds of time She has danced the tune her demons play And paid the piper dearly for his song Empty now of all her pride But still inside her hunger's just as strong
The reflection in her mirror's Not the image she remembers in her mind Her beauty has been eaten by the hunger And the acid winds of time She has danced the tune her demons play And paid the piper dearly for his song Empty now of all her pride But still inside her hunger's just as strong
It Was Me
((Adapted from: C'était Moi (Gilbert Bécaud) - 1960))
Composer(s): Gilbert Bécaud - Maurice Vidalin - Norman Gimbel
Performer(s): Tony Bennett - 1963
Whos the one you would find on the beach every day Lying there on the shore while his friends swim away Lying there in the sand only inches from you Watching you every day til the summer was through It was me
Who would help gather shells for the bracelet you made Who would find you the cups for the pink lemonade Who was always beside you whenever youd swim When you sat by the sea as the daylight grew dim It was me It was me
Now that summer is gone And the warm skies are cold And the soft winds are crisp With their wintery chill Do you ever think back on the night when we kissed Can you ever forget I know I never will
Whos the one next to you in the group photograph Whos the one with the face too unhappy to laugh Standing there looking down so uncertain and shy Like a boy whos in love, so in love he could cry It was me It was me Me finding out It was you
The Hula Hoop Song Composer(s): Carl Maduri III - James M. Testa Performer(s): Georgia Gibbs; Teresa Brewer
Hula hoop, hula hoop Anyone can play the hula hoop Hula hoop, hula hoop Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten
(Hula, hula, hula)
From LA to New York, from Georgia to Duluth (Hula hoop) Everyone is playing with the hula hoop (Hula hoop) A-red ones and the green ones, yellow, white, and blue (Hula hoop) Young and old, rich or poor, are spinning them too
(Hula, hula, hula)
Hula hoop, hula hoop Everyone is playing with the hula hoop Look at them spin, tryin' to win Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten
(Hula, hula, hula)
Oh, what fun to see them run And to see them sway (Hula hoop) Trying to keep the hula hoop From, ah, slippin' away (Hula hoop)
Now if they rock when they should sway, It would fall to the ground (Hula hoop) Then again, once again The hoop spins around and 'round
(Hula, hula, hula)
Hula hoop, hula hoop Everyone is playing with the hula hoop Look at them spin, tryin' to win Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten
(Hula, hula, hula)
Hula hoop, hula hoop Everyone is playing with the hula hoop Look at them spin, tryin' to win Anyone can play from three to a hundred and ten
C'était L'hiver
Composer(s): Francis Cabrel
Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
and multiple other artists
Elle disait "j'ai déjà trop marché Mon cur est déjà trop lourd de secrets Trop lourd de peines" Elle disait "je ne continue plus Ce qui m'attend, je l'ai déjà vécu C'est plus la peine" Elle disait que vivre était cruel Elle ne croyait plus au soleil Ni aux silences des églises Même mes sourires lui faisaient peur C'était l'hiver dans le fond de son cur Elle disait que vivre était cruel Elle ne croyait plus au soleil Ni aux silences des églises Même mes sourires lui faisaient peur C'était l'hiver dans le fond de son cur Le vent n'a jamais été plus froid La pluie plus violente que ce soir-là Le soir de ses vingt ans Le soir où elle a éteint le feu Derrière la façade de ses yeux Dans un éclair blanc Elle a sûrement rejoint le ciel Elle brille à côté du soleil Comme les nouvelles églises Mais si depuis ce soir-là je pleure C'est qu'il fait froid dans le fond de mon cur Elle a sûrement rejoint le ciel Elle brille à côté du soleil Comme les nouvelles églises Mais si depuis ce soir-là je pleure C'est qu'il fait froid dans le fond de mon cur
Freedom Rider Composer(s): Jim Capaldi; Steve Winwood Performer(s): Traffic; Blackstone; Steve Winwood
Like a hurricane around your heart when earth and sky are torn apart He comes gathering up the bits while hoping that the puzzle fits He leaves you, he leaves you Freedom rider
With a silver star between his eyes that open up at hidden lies Big man crying with defeat see people gathering in the street You feel him, you feel him Freedom rider
When lightning strikes you to the bone you turn around, you're all alone By the time you hear that silent sound then your soul is in the lost and found Forever, forever Freedom rider Here it comes
The Huckle-Buck ((Adapted from: D-Natural Blues (Lucky Millinder and His Orch.) - 1948/1949)) ((Danish Version: Mister Hucklebuck (Melody Makers) - 1971)) Composer(s): Andy Gibson - Roy Alfred Performer(s): Paul Williams and His Hucklebuckers - 1948/1949 and multiple other artists
Not now, Moose, I'll tell you when
Here's a dance you should know When the lights are down low Grab your baby then go
Do the Hucklebuck (do the Hucklebuck) Do the Hucklebuck (do the Hucklebuck) If you don't know how to do it Boy, you're out of luck (boy, you're out of luck) Push your partner out (push your partner out) Then you hunch your back (then you hunch your back) Start a little movement in your sacroiliac (sacroiliac) Wiggle like a snake (wiggle like a snake) Waddle like a duck (waddle like a duck) That's the way you do it when you do the Hucklebuck
Here's a dance you should know When the lights are down low Grab your baby then go
Yeah, dad, right now!
Here's a dance you should know When the lights are down low Grab your baby then go
Do the Hucklebuck Do the Hucklebuck If you don't know how to do it Boy, you're out of luck Push your partner out Then you hunch your back Start a little movement in your sacroiliac
Wiggle like a snake Waddle like a duck
That's the way you do it when you do the Hucklebuck
C'était Hier
Composer(s): Alain Goraguer - Claude Lemesle
Performer(s): Nana Mouskouri
Sous la tonnelle, qu'elle était belle La demoiselle de paradis sur mer Des yeux lavandes, un sourire tendre Mais l'air d'attendre Tous les soleils d'enfer Toi, tu ne voyais qu'elle, rien qu'elle Pas moi Moi qui ne regardais jamais que toi
C'était hier, c'était ailleurs La grande guerre des petits bonheurs
Sous la tonnelle, s'en moquait-elle La demoiselle de paradis sur mer Sombre et lointaine Comme une reine d'histoire ancienne Mais le cur bien sûre d'elle Tu en mourrais d'espoir, regards, soupirs J'en mourrais de chagrin, sans rien te dire
C'était hier, c'était ailleurs La grande guerre des petits bonheurs
C'était hier, c'était ailleurs La grande guerre des petits bonheurs