Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Jarrow Song Composer(s): Alan Price Performer(s): Alan Price; Crashed Out
My name is Geordie McIntyre An' the Bairns don't even have a fire So the wife says "Geordie, go to London Town!" And if they don't give us half a chance Don't even give us a second glance Then Geordie, with my blessings, burn them down
Come on follow the Geordie boys They'll fill your heart with joy They're marching for their freedom now Come on follow the Jarrow lads They'll make your heart feel glad They're singing now, yes now is the hour
My name is little Billy White And I know what's wrong and I know what's right An' the wife says "Geordie, go to London Town!" An' if they don't give us a couple of bob Won't even give you a decent job Then Geordie, with my blessings, burn them down
Come on follow the Geordie boys They'll fill your heart with joy They're marching for their freedom now Come on follow the Jarrow lads The joy'll make your heart feel glad They're singing now, yes now is the hour
Well I can hear them an' I can feel them An' it's as just as if they were here today I can see them, I can feel them An' I'm thinking nothing's changed much today
Not all came here to stay their way and die But they would come and hit you in the eye Now's the time to realize that time goes on Nothin' changes, changes, changes
Now I can feel them, I can see them An' it's as just as if they were here today I can feel them and I need them An' I'm thinking nothing's changed much today
Not all that people stay their way and die But they would come and hit you in the eye Now's the time to realize that time goes on And nothin' changes, changes, changes
My name is little Alan Price I tried to be nice all of my life But I'm afraid that up to date it doesn't work Because when you lay some money down The people try to put you down Now where do I stand, either side or not
Come on follow this Geordie boy He'll try and fill your heart with joy We're marching for our freedom now Come on follow this Jarrow lad He'll try and make your heart feel glad We're sayin' it now, yes now is the hour
Chain Gang
((Adapted from: Chain Gang (English Version) (Sam Cooke) - 1960))
Composer(s): Sam Cooke - Eddy Mitchell
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1963
De douleur je crie...
La, au bout de la terre Se trouve Chain Gang La prison de l'Enfer C'est le nom de Chain Gang
De douleur je crie...
Il n'y a pas de ciel Au-dessus de Chain Gang Le soleil et la mer Sont bien loin de Chain Gang
Nous sommes des centaines Ignorant, quand notre peine Sera-t-elle enfin finie Pour faire naître la vie Les jours auront passé Le temps semble s'arrêter Il n'y a pas de ciel Au-dessus de Chain Gang Le soleil et la mer Sont bien loin de Chain Gang Et mon cur te dit Veux-tu de moi? Il ne me reste que toi Tu ne peux m'abandonner Je ne pourrai t'oublier Si un jour tu voyais La prison de Chain Gang Alors tu comprendrais Quelle était ma peine De douleur, tu crieras Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma vie Est vraiment finie Est-il vrai que le paradis N'est pas fait pour les maudits? Oooh, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma vie Est vraiment finie...
Friday I'm In Love Spanish Title: Viernes Voy Por Ti Composer(s): Perry Bamonte; Simon Gallup; Robert Smith; Porl Thompson; Boris Williams Performer(s): The Cure
I don't care if Monday's blue Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too Thursday I don't care about you it's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can fall apart Tuesday Wednesday break my heart Thursday doesn't even start it's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait and Sunday always comes too late but Friday never hesitate...
I don't care if Monday's black Tuesday Wednesday heart attack Thursday never looking back it's Friday I'm in love
Monday you can hold your head Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed or Thursday watch the walls instead it's Friday I'm in love
Saturday wait and Sunday always comes too late but Friday never hesitate...
dressed up to the eyes it's a wonderful surprise to see your shoes and your spirits rise throwing out your frown and just smiling at the sound and as sleek as a shriek spinning round and round always take a big bite it's such a gorgeous sight to see you in the middle of the night you can never get enough enough of this stuff it's Friday I'm in love
The Japanese Sandman Composer(s): Raymond B. Egan - Richard A. Whiting
Won't you stretch imagination for the moment and come with me Let us hasten to a nation lying over the western sea Hide behind the cherry blossoms here's a sight that will please your eyes There's a baby with a lady of Japan singing lullabies Night winds breath her sighs here's the Japanese
Just as silent as we came we'll leave the land of the painted fan Wander lightly or you'll wake the little people of old Japan May repose and pleasant dreaming be their share while the hours are small Like an echo of the song I hear the Japanese Sandman call new days near for all here's the Japanese
Sandman sneaking on with the dew just an old second hand man He'll buy your old day from you he will take every sorrow of the day that is through and he'll give you tomorrow just to start a life anew then you'll be a bit older in the dawn when you wake and you'll be a bit bolder with the new day you make here's the Japanese Sandman trade him silver for gold just an old second hand man trading new days for old
Chain Gang
((French Version: Chain Gang (Eddy Mitchell) - 1963))
Composer(s): Sam Cooke
First release by: Sam Cooke - 1960
Covered by multiple other artists
I hear somethin' sayin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin'
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)
(hooh! aah!) (hooh! aah!)(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard
Till the sun is goin' down
Working on the highways and byways
And wearing, wearing a frown
You hear them moanin' their lives away
Then you hear somebody sa-ay
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
Can't ya hear them singin'
Mm, I'm goin' home one of these days
I'm goin' home see my woman
Whom I love so dear
But meanwhile I got to work right he-ere
(Well, don't you know)
That's the sound of the men working on the chain ga-a-ang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they're singin', mm
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my work is so hard
Give me water, I'm thirsty
My work is so hard
Friday Composer(s): J.J. Cale Performer(s): J.J. Cale
Monday morning comes too early Work my back to the bone All day Monday I keep thinking "weekends coming, gonna go home" Tuesday I hate, oh tuesday Aint no girls on the streets Tuesday it aint good for nothing Drinking beer and watching tv Friday, friday evening Come on friday, its been too long Friday, friday evening Come on friday, I wanna go home Wednesdays hump day, hump days wednesday Over the hump, the weeks half-gone If I had my pay on wednesday Id hang out, the hump days gone Thursday, you know I feel better I can see the end in sight Think Ill write myself a letter Help myself through the night
The Jack-Ass Song Composer(s): Irving Burgie - William Attaway Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
Play that theme man Jackass will jump and bray, let him bray, let him bray I say the Jackass will jump and bray Lordy let him bray, let him bray, everybody!
Now I tell you in a positive way Don't tie me donkey down there 'Cause me donkey will rump and play Don't tie me donkey down there
Now me donkey gone mad they say Don't tie me donkey down there 'Cause his eye on a bale o' hay Don't tie me donkey down there
Now the news really travel fast Don't tie me donkey down there When me donkey in the meadow grass Don't tie me donkey down there
Now me heart is light and gay Don't tie me donkey down there He haw `till judgment day Don't tie me donkey down there
Chahut-Bahut Composer(s): Guy Béart Performer(s): Guy Béart
Grand-père est prolétaire Papa consommateur Moi je suis contestataire Voici pourquoi quand il s'agit de déménager Le bahut de la salle-à-manger
Quel chahut on a eu Pour déplacer l'bahut Chacun tenait sa méthode Pour le glisser le long de l'escalier Et le conduire au grenier Chacun s'accrochait à son opinion En échangeant quelques gnons Corps à corps métaphore Et vase dans l'décor Moi je ne suis pas d'accord
Grand-mère lit son bréviaire Maman l'Observateur Moi je suis contestataire Sacré bahut quand on se mit à l'emporter Chacun tira de son côté
Quel chahut on a eu Pour déplacer l'bahut Moi je veux le mettre en pièces Pour le manier plus commodément Faut l'couper en éléments Ma sur veut se servir d'une manivelle C'est une intellectuelle Et Papa pas à pas le pousse par le bas Moi je ne transige pas Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut Chahut-bahut, chahut-bahut
Enfin vaille que vaille Le bahut s'ébranla En faisant trembler les murailles Ne me demandez pas comment il arriva Cahin-caha dans le brouhaha
Quel chahut on a eu Pour déplacer l'bahut On en discutait encore Lorsque soudain comme je l'avais prévu Dans un grand chahut-bahut Le revoici qui traverse le plafond Et tranche la discussion Et l'bahut on l'a eu à peine sur les bras Qu'toute la maison s'effondra Et l'bahut on l'a eu à peine sur les bras Qu'toute la maison s'effondra
Frida Oum Papa English Title: Beer Barrel Polka Composer(s): Lew Brown; C. Level; J. Vejvoda Performer(s): Annie Cordy
Lala lalala Je suis Frida oum Papa Lala lalala La petite gretchein aux gros bras Lala lalala C'est moi fraülein oum Papa Venez donc trinquer avec moi Frida oum Papa
En Bavière Mon grand-père Etait un brasseur de bière Car je suis née en Bavière J'suis baptisée à la bière Ma nourrice Sans malice Me gavait de grosses saucisses Elle voulait que je grandisse J'ai grandit et me voilà
Avec ma petite plume et mon chapeau Mes grandes nattes et ma culotte de peau Dans les tavernes de Munich Dès que j'arrive, c'est la panique yawol
On me fait grimper sur un tonneau Et je chant comme un petit oiseau Un grand pichet dans chaque main On chante, on danse jusqu 'au matin
Ein, suein, grosi, ein, suein, grosi Lala lalala. Je suis Frida oum Papa Lala lalala. La petite gretchein aux gros bras Lala lalala. C'est moi fraülein oum Papa Venez donc trinquer avec moi Frida oum Papa
Lala lalala Ich bin fraülein oum Papa Lala lalala La petite gretchein aux gros bras Lala lalala C'est moi fraülein oum Papa Venez donc trinquer avec moi Frida oum Papapi papapa
The Raspberry Song ((aka Everything Is Fresh Today (Jack Hodges)) Composer(s): Milligan Performer(s): The Goons
(Moriarty) Oh, oh! Let me out -- my only crime is eating
(Secombe) Don't worry -- I'll give the screws a song The warden won't mind
(Bloodnok) No -- he's doing bird as well Maestro
(Moriarty) Take your partners for the ball and chain one step One, two, three
(Bloodnok) May I have this dance warden, you can hold my ball
(Secombe) In a little prison where I'm locked in there is a most pecular fellow His name is Eccles and he's is in cell nine But his voice is soft and mellow He keeps a fruit cart in his cell, and all the convicts knows it He doesn't sing or rave about his fruit -- he simply blows it
(Bloodnok) He's doing it all night long
(Secombe) It's better than any song No, it isn't very pretty, but you've got to admit it's cute
(Bloodnok) Never, never
(Secombe) So all together let it go -- eat more fruit!
(Bloodnok) Don't tell me he's come to stay
(Secombe) Let the wardens hear him say Fruit's in season! Let's be merry! Apples, plums and the old raspberry Everything is fresh today
(Bloodnok) Don't let him get near me, please!
(Secombe) Every Friday night when work is done He does not wastes a minute To the prison warden he hurries 'round where he sings just like a linnet To hear him blow a melody its great, you can't deny it And if you've nothing else to do, we'd like the screws to try it
(Bloodnok) No more, please!
(Secombe) Get ready and do it now
(Eccles) The crazy man, you know how
(Bloodnok) God knows it isn't very pretty
(Secombe) You've got to admit it's cute
(Bloodnok) Well...
(Secombe) All together let it go -- eat more fruit
(Bloodnok) There isn't a cure they say!
(Secombe) Let the screws all hear him say
(Eccles) Don't eat farm laid [wow!]
(Secombe) Every thing is fresh today
(Bluebottle) Hello everybody, remember me, Bluebottle? I'm fourteen now and I have got boils... Though I don't look very pretty, I'm wearing my new brown suit The only trouble with it is when I go outside I'm struck by fruit
(Bloodnok) Don't point him at him I say
(Secombe) It's a treat to hear him play Fruit's in season, plums and berries Apples, pears and the old raspberry
The Itsy Bitsy Spider Composer(s): Carly Simon Performer(s): Carly Simon
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout Down came the rain and washed the spider out Out came the sun and dried up all the rain And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again
I believe in love And who knows where or when Bit it's comin' around again
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout Down came the rain and washed the spider out Out came the sun and dried up all the rain And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again
I know nothin' stays the same But if you're willing to play the game It's comin' around again
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout Down came the rain and washed the spider out Out came the sun and dried up all the rain And the itsy bitsy spider climbed up the spout again
Pourquoi me dire ça à moi? Ça ne m'intéresse pas Pourquoi viens-tu me trouver? Pour me parler Ah! Que tu sois heureuse ou pas Ça ne m'intéresse pas Tu peux rire ou bien pleurer Je suis fermé Chacun pour soi C'était ta loi Tu voulais tout posséder Mais sans jamais rien donner Chacun pour soi C'était ta loi Tu voulais tout posséder Mais sans jamais rien donner
Tout le monde est contre toi Ça ne m'intéresse pas C'est à ton tour de pleurer À moi de jouer Oh! Que tu m'aimes encore ou pas Ça ne m'intéresse pas De ma vie je t'ai rayée Je suis fermé Chacun pour soi C'était ta loi Tu voulais tout posséder Mais sans jamais rien donner Chacun pour soi C'était ta loi Tu voulais tout posséder Mais sans jamais rien donner Chacun pour soi C'était ta loi ....
Fresh Air Composer(s): Jesse Oris Farrow Performer(s): Quicksilver Messenger Service
Oh, what you do to me, oh, what you do to me, little girl Ooo, have another hit of sweet air, come on, ooo, have another hit I want to know where you're going I want to know, sweet mama, where you're gonna go, yeah Ooo, have another hit of fresh air, ooo, have another hit Oh, baby, what you gonna do, oh, honey, what you gonna do, sweet thing? Ooo, have another hit of sweet love, ooo, have another hit I love you, yes I do, babe, and I love you, I do, sweet lips Ooo, have another hit of sweet California sunshine, ooo, have another hit Take me home, take me home, take me home with you Take me home, I wanna go home with you, little girl Ooo, have another hit of fresh air, ooo, have another hit
The Island ((Spanish Version: Comenzar De Nuevo (Miguel Gallardo)) Composer(s): Alan Bergman - Marilyn Bergman - Ivan Lins - Victor Martins Performer(s): Ivan Lins
Make believe weve landed On a desert Island Bathe me in the waters Warm in the moonlight Change me with your kisses Find the secret places Touch me til I tremble Free my wings for flying And catch me while Im falling Keep your arms around me Like theres no tomorrow Let me know you love me
In the Island not a soul can see us Show me how to love you Teach me how to please you Lay your dreams beside me Only stars will listen To our cries and whispers You are made to love me
Chacun Cherche Son Coeur
Composer(s): Didier Golemanas - Pascal Obispo
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Chacun cherche son cur Pour une vie, pour une heure Trouver le pas du danseur Toujours plus haut, toujours ailleurs Oui chacun cherche son cur Chacun cherche son cur Avec les poings du boxeur
Là pour donner le meilleur Oui, toujours plus près, toujours preneur Chacun cherche la lumière Oui, cherche la lueur Cherche l'âme sur Comme dans les récits De Henry Miller Et chacun cherche son cur Le dessine au marqueur Peu importe la couleur Toujours plus belle, toujours plusieurs Et chacun fait de son cur Un havre de douceur L'amour, c'est le moteur Toujours plus fort, toujours porteur Chacun cherche la lumière Cherche la lueur Cherche l'âme sur Comme dans les récits de Henry Miller Chacun cherche l'erreur Dans ce monde de douleur Chacun sa balle en plein cur Sa balle en plein cur Chacun cherche à quoi ça sert Cherche pourquoi ça meurt Oui, cherche ses valeurs Là dans sa vie Cherche la lumière Oh ! cherche la lueur Cherche l'âme sur Comme dans les récits de Henry Miller Oui chacun cherche son cur Pour une vie, pour une heure Chacun cherche son cur Oui, chacun cherche son cur
Fresh Composer(s): Kool & The Gang; Sandy Linzer; James "J.T." Taylor Performer(s): Kool & The Gang
Conversation is going 'round People talking 'bout the girl who's come to town Lovely lady pretty as can be No one knows her name she's just a mystery I have seen her maybe once or twice The one thing I can say thought she's very nice She's a lady one I really want to know Somehow I've got to let my feeling show
Chorus: She's fresh exciting She's so exciting to me She's fresh exciting She's so inviting to me yeah
I've been thinking about the way you walk Baby I like the way you talk Tell you something I really can't hide Heaven must have sent you to be by my side Fresh and lovely like a dream come true I'll give anything to spend the night with you What a feeling and I can't stop it baby Miss frisky lady take me away
Repeat Chorus
She's fresh as a summer breeze She'll take you by surprise She means so much to me I'll do whatever to make her minebaby Oh yeah
Oh yeah she's fresh so fresh She's fresh she's so fresh She's fresh she's so fresh Fresh as a summer breeze She's fresh she's so fresh She means so much to me Yeah I want to take her by the hand And pray she'll understand 'Cause I love the way she walks And ooh baby I love the way she talks I've got something and I hope she'll understand Miss frisky lady She's fresh She's fresh she's so fresh
Roll up you Ozzie horsemen, a challenge has been thrown Don't let it go unnoticed, rough riding's in your bones So pass along the grapevine, let everybody know You've still got time to enter in Mt Isa's rodeo
They combed the north west stations, and brought the outlaws in They're lively and they'll make you earn the prizes that you win The brumbies from the northlands are yarded up to go And throw an open challenge at the Isa rodeo
So roll up you Ozzie horsemen let everybody know You've still got time to enter in Mt Isa's rodeo
The feature horse is spinifex you've heard of him I suppose He's reputation deadly as everybody knows So come on you bow legged stockmen This. challenge has to go, to anyone from anywhere at the Isa rodeo
The town is decked out gaily, and flags are flying high There's country music playing, beneath that friendly sky Roughriders roll in daily, and set the town aglow And the big parade's already called the Isa rodeo
So roll up you Ozzie horsemen let everybody know You've still got time to enter in Mt Isa's rodeo
Now when the dust as settled, and crowds have all gone home It's kind of sad to wander through, the rodeo grounds alone But we will all remember this year was a mighty show And the folks are coming back again to the Isa rodeo To the Isa rodeo
Chacarera De Un Atardecer Composer(s): León Gieco Performer(s): León Gieco
Las mujeres de Mendoza van pa' la cosecha y la esperaba a Helena detras de la alameda Yo guardo un secreto del vino nuevo que emborracho un atardecer
Rio uno, rio dos, rio tres y rio cuarto mirada transparente que parecias un arbol Alli quedo un verso por un momento olvidado, un atardecer
Esta es una chacarera para toda la gente que se molesta en aplaudir y gustar de una cancion Que lindo es pertenecer a toda la gente como pertenece un atardecer
Concepcion del Uruguay Gualeguay, Gualeguaychú que perfume sencillo se respiraba en tu aliento La luna aparecio mas blanca por primera vez un atardecer
Santiago flor tranquila y si es de enero mejor siesta del mediodia que hace cosquillas al corazon Historia quieta y mansa para contar con una guitarra un atardecer
Esta es una chacarera para toda la gente que se molesta en aplaudir y gustar de una cancion Que lindo es pertenecer a toda la gente como pertenece un atardecer
