Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Huron Indian Carol (aka 'Twas In The Moon Of Winter Time; Jesuous Ahatonhia) Composer(s): Jean de Brebeuf - Jesse Edgar Middleton
'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria
Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria
The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria
O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria
'Twas in the moon of wintertime when all the birds had fled That mighty Gitchi Manitou sent angel choirs instead Before their light the stars grew dim and wondering hunters heard the hymn Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria
Within a lodge of broken bark the tender babe was found A ragged robe of rabbit skin enwrapped his beauty round But as the hunter braves drew nigh the angel song rang loud and high Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria
The earliest moon of wintertime is not so round and fair As was the ring of glory on the helpless infant there The chiefs from far before him knelt with gifts of fox and beaver pelt Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria
O children of the forest free, O seed of Manitou The holy Child of earth and heaven is born today for you Come kneel before the radiant boy who brings you beauty peace and joy Jesus your King is born, Jesus is born, in excelsis gloria
C'était Un Jour De Fête
Composer(s): Edith Piaf - Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Jacques Metchen's Orch.; Orch. Marcel Louiguy
C'était un jour de fête J'crois bien qu'c'était l'printemps Ça m'a tourné la tête J'venais d'avoir vingt ans I' m'a dit qu'j'étais belle Peut-être pour m'faire plaisir M'a dit des ritournelles Avec un beau sourire
I' m'en a donné des caresses I' m'a fait tout plein de serments Ce qu'il m'en a fait des promesses Avant de dev'nir mon amant I' m'en a donné des ivresses M'a juré de m'aimer tout l'temps Alors j'ai donné ma jeunesse C'est comme ça qu'on perd ses vingt ans
On s'est mis en ménage Dans le faubourg Saint-D'nis Hôtel du Beau Rivage Ça sentait bon Paris C'est au sixième étage Que j'ai connu l'amour Vous parlez d'un voyage Et quel joli séjour
I' m'en a donné des caresses I' m'a fait tout plein de serments Ce qu'il m'en a fait des promesses Avant de dev'nir mon amant I' m'en a donné des ivresses M'a juré de m'aimer tout l'temps Alors j'ai donné ma jeunesse C'est comme ça qu'on perd ses vingt ans
Ces histoires là ça dure Ce que ça doit durer Ma petite aventure Hélas est terminée Fini le beau voyage Me voici de retour L'Hôtel du Beau Rivage A gardé mes amours
I' m'en a donné des caresses I' m'a fait tout plein de serments Ce qu'il m'en a fait des promesses Avant de dev'nir mon amant I' m'en a donné des ivresses M'a juré de m'aimer tout l'temps Alors j'ai donné ma jeunesse C'est comme ça qu'on perd ses vingt ans
Freightliner Fever Composer(s): Truman Lankford Performer(s): Boxcar Willie; and various other artists
I drive a big freightliner
an' I made my last payment today An' I drive to all points outta New York City to L.A. Well, that little woman smiles when I believe her I'll soon be back, I got the fever She's a believer I got the freightliner fever
Now there's a railroad a-runnin' by a highway out in Santa Fe An' I passed an old freight train makin' his run the other day Merle Haggard said to his fireman, so pale We're gonna blow the freight train off of the rails He got the fever He got the freightliner fever
Well, pierce that box, what you carryin' in that cigarette pack? I said: "I got my second driver an' he's gonna drive her all the way back" It's a big black pill, so round an' round The driver's call it west coast turnaround It's for the fever The ol' freightliner fever
Well, I passed Red Sovine in the Wiggling, West Virginia An' I passed Del Reeves in Shreeveport, Louisiana Dick Curtis got hung up on a hill in Maine I pulled him over with my forty-foot chain He got the fever He got the freightliner fever
I mean I passed everything from a Jimmy to a Greyhound bus I'm gonna spend a few days on the coast at the end of my run Old giddy-up, go an' a little bit of luck Gonna pass Red Simpson and his runaway truck He got the fever He got the freightliner fever
Well, pierce that box, what you carryin' in that cigarette pack? I said: "I got my second driver an' he's gonna drive her all the way back" It's a big black pill, so long an' so round To a driver, it's a west coast turnaround It's for the fever That ol' freightliner fever
Yeah, I pass 'em all out here on these old roads All them ol' country boys There's Kenny Rogers an' Charley Pride Mel Tillis, Moe Bandy Mickey Gilly, Boxcar Willie Porter Wagoner, Johnny Russell Eatin' up the freeway Bill Anderson Wow, there goes Dolly Got two buses Boy, I'd like to be her driver
The Hunting Song Composer(s): Tom Lehrer Performer(s): Tom Lehrer
Almost every day during the hunting season you see at least one item in the newspapers about somebody who has shot somebody else, under the impression that he was a deer with a red hat perhaps, maybe a large flesh-colored squirrel At any rate, it seems to me that this marks an encouraging new trend in the field of blood sports and deserves a new type of hunting song which I present herewith
I always will remember 'Twas a year ago November I went out to hunt some deer On a mornin' bright and clear I went and shot the maximum the game laws would allow Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
I was in no mood to trifle I took down my trusty rifle And went out to stalk my prey What a haul I made that day I tied them to my fender, and I drove them home somehow Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a cow
The law was very firm, it Took away my permit The worst punishment I ever endured It turned out there was a reason Cows were out of season And one of the hunters wasn't insured
People ask me how I do it And I say, "There's nothin' to it You just stand there lookin' cute And when something moves, you shoot!" And there's ten stuffed heads in my trophy room right now Two game wardens, seven hunters, and a pure-bred Guernsey cow
C'était Toi (You Were The One) Composer(s): Billy Joel Performer(s): Billy Joel
Here I am again In this smoky place With my brandy eyes I'm talking to myself You were the one You were the one
Here I go again Looking for your face And I realize That I should look for someone else But you were the one You were the one
I'm looking for comfort That I can take From someone else But after all I know there is no one That can save me from myself You were the only one
Me revoici Dans ce bar enfume Avec mes yeux iures Je me parle a moi meme C'etait toi C'etait toi
Me revoici Cherchant ton visage Et je realise Que je devrais en chercher une autre C'etait toi You were the one
Je recherche l'affection Qu'une autre pourrait me donner Mais apres tout Je sais qu'il n'y a personne Personne qui puisse me sauver Tu etais la seule
I'm looking for comfort That I can take From someone else But after al I know there is no one That can save me, save me from myself You were the only one
Freight Train Blues
Composer(s): Mississippi Fred McDowell
Performer(s): Bob Dylan
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack Just a little shanty by the railroad track Freight train was it taught me how to cry The holler of the driver was my lullaby I've got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo) Oh, lawdy mama got em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go Baby don't you know It looks like I'm never gonna lose The freight train blues
Well, my daddy was a fireman and my mama hear She was the only daughter of the engineer My sweetheart loved the brakeman and that ain't no joke Its a shame the way she keeps a good man broke I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo) Oh, lawdy I got em in the bottom of my ramblin' shoes
And when the whistle blows, I gotta go Oh mama don't you know Well it looks like I'm never gonna lose The freight train blues
Well, the only thing that makes you laugh again Is a south bound whistle on a south bound train Every place I want to go I never can go because you know Because I got the freight train blues (hee, hee, hoo) Oh, lawdy mama, got em on the bottom of my ramblin' shoes
As I did travel all on a journey Over the wayside and under a dark moon Hanging above a mountain
I spied a young man riding a fine horse Chasing a white hart and all through the woodland Head of a hunting party
And there followed after ten kings and queens Laughing and joking, the white hart they'd seen Bloodied running into the bushes
I plume to his helmet, a quiver and a bow There's nowhere to run now, there's no place to go The hunt is cast and ready
Still farther I journeyed through the hills and the valleys Until upon the verge of despair I sat and rested And there did pass a princely knight poursuite by a lady And this she did say
"Oh may I ask you kind sir where you are going? And pray tell unto me sir why you do hurry Strange that I should meet you here, come sit by me
"I have here a magic horn to deliver And one drop from this silver and gold horn I hold, sir Shall prove all to be false, lovers beware!"
"The gift that you bear for your brother the king I gladly would carry to the banquet this even' What fair sport this would be for the maidens at court"
Wearily I crossed the stream to the castle Where I found shelter from the cold wintry wind And food did I have and plenty But the Lord and Lady seemed so sad For these words they did say unto each other
"My good lord, all off to war in thy armor Leaving me here alone to weep and to worry Take care lest misadventure Shall overcome thy kindly heart My good lord, all off to war in thy armor"
"My lady, you have no need for to worry I'll return victorious and true unto thee Take care, lest misadventure Shall stain your heart and lead to woe My fair lady you have no need for to worry"
... la la la...
While underneath the spreading oak a knight with white device Upon a shield of black, and deep in grief and sorrow sings His unrequited love
"Young noblewoman riding by, pray tell me have you seen Queen Azelda the fairest maid, in company she rides For I swear to have revenge"
A thousand days have come and passed, the Lord returns this night The victor from the bloody wars proven his fearsome might As ever he would claim
But fate has played its wanton game, the circle come full turn The magic horn has done its work, cried "Falseness is found out!" The sorrowed quest is over
C'était Pas Moi
Composer(s): Robert Gall - Francis Laï
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Dans sa prison, il a pleuré S'est révolté, s'est résigné Et d'une voix désespérée Il ne cessait de répéter
"C'était pas moi qui, ce jour-là, passait par là C'était pas moi! C'était pas moi qui avais fait ça, cette histoire-là Ce n'est pas moi!
Mais je n'ai pas su m'expliquer Cet homme trouvé dans le fossé J'ai beau crier mon innocence Dans ma prison J'ai beau crier dans le silence Non, non, et non!
Je reste là depuis des mois Et j'attends là ce qu'on fera de moi...
Oui, je l'aimais Cette femme pour qui On a trouvé Cet homme tué... Oui, je l'aimais J'en étais fou Et très jaloux Mais c'est pas vrai!...
Coïncidence? Manque de chance? C'était pas moi! C'était pas moi!
J'ai beau crier dans le silence De ma prison J'ais beau crier mon innocence Non, non, et non!
Je reste là depuis des mois Et j'attends là ce qu'on fera de moi...
Et face au ciel Mon seul témoin Tendant les mains Je veux crier Ce n'est pas moi! Ce n'est pas moi! Ce n'est pas moi! Ce n'est pas moi!"
Freight Train Composer(s): Libba Cotten Performer(s): Chas McDevitt; and various other artists
Freight train, freight train, going so fast Freight train, freight train, going so fast Please don't tell what train I'm on So they won't know where I'm gone.
Freight train, freight train, going round the bend Freight train, freight train, gone again One of these days turn that train around Go back to my home town
Freight train, freight train, going so fast Freight train, freight train, going so fast Please don't tell what train I'm on So they won't know where I'm gone
One more place I'd like to be One more place I'd love to see To watch those old Blue Ridge Mountain climb While I ride old Number Nine
Freight train, freight train, going so fast Freight train, freight train, going so fast Please don't tell what train I'm on So they won't know where I'm gone
When I die please bury me deep Down at the end of Chestnut Street So I can hear old Number Nine As she goes rolling by
Freight train, freight train, going so fast Freight train, freight train, going so fast Please don't tell what train I'm on So they won't know where I'm gone
When I'm dead and in my grave No more good times here I'll crave Place the stones at my head and feet And tell them I've gone to sleep
Freight train, freight train, going so fast Freight train, freight train, going so fast Please don't tell what train I'm on So they won't know where I'm gone
Please don't tell what train I'm on So they won't know where I'm gone
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!
