Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Chasseur De Rêves
Composer(s): C. Monney - F. Jeantet - B. Flavien - Y. Guillo
Performer(s): Claude Brasseur
Contact... Moteur!
Y a du monde sur les boulevards
Des chevaux sous les capots
Des ronflements dans le brouillard
De drôles de bruits dans la sono
On s'dit "bonjour" et puis "au-revoir"
Un signe de tête dans les rétros
Motos, pilotes, autos, motards
Good bye, good luck, à bientôt
On laisse les habitudes pour d'autres latitudes
Destination plein sud!
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
Hé! pourquoi tu cours dans le désert
Dans la vapeur des moteurs chauds
Si c'est pas pour gagner l'enfer
Au paradis auto-moto?
Accélère! ça passe, ça passe!
Bloque l'aiguille au compteur
Et pilote au tempo moteur
Jolie mafia!
Les machines infernales
Se battent dans la poussière
Au delà des frontières
Mirages de voyageurs
Faut tenir pour la victoire
Faut tenir jusqu'à Dakar
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves, chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
Quand on lève la tête sous un soleil de plomb
Parfois le temps s'arrête, le temps a raison
L'eau est tiède mais là-bas c'est normal
Le soleil a le poids du sommeil
Au petit jour, café trop chaud
Quelques mots... On r'part...
L'étape c'est la dernière
Les sourires sont fatigués
Derniers kilomètres en plein cur de la forêt
On a rattrapé l'horizon
On a tenu jusqu'à Dakar
Chasseur de rêves
Pour vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Chasseur de rêves,
L'aventure est loin
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves
Vivre l'aventure ailleurs
Entre les hommes et l'équateur
Chasseur de rêves
Chasseur de rêves...
(Hand-me-down) When she was just a kid her clothes were hand-me-down (Hand-me-down) They always laughed at her when she came into town Called her rag doll, little rag doll Such a pretty face should be dressed in lace
(Sad rag doll) I'd change her sad rags into glad rags if I could (If I could) My folks won't let me 'cause they say that she's no good She's a rag doll, such a rag doll Though I love her so, I can't let her know
Ooh, oo-oo-oo-ooh (Ooh-oo-ooh) Ooh-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh Ahh, ah-ah-ah-ahh (Rag doll, ooh) I love you just the way you are
La Mort Solitaire De Hattie Carroll ((Adapted from: The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll (Bob Dylan) - 1964)) Composer(s): Bob Dylan - Hugues Aufray - Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Hugues Aufray - 1965
William Zanzinger a tué Hattie Carroll Il l'a tué sans raison d'un coup de canne en or Au cours d'une soirée donnée à Baltimore La police appelée désarma l'assassin Il fut accompagné jusqu'au poste voisin Inculpé d'homicide et gardé en prison
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard
William Zanzinger tout juste vingt quatre ans Possédait un domaine d'au moins trois cents hectares Héritier, protégé par de riches parents Des soutiens politiques et des murs de dollars Il haussa les épaules, poussa quelques jurons Et fut presque aussitôt libéré sous caution
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard
Hattie Carroll était plutôt noire de couleur Elle avait 50 ans et dix enfants mineurs Elle vidait les ordures et apportait les plats S'approchait de la table mais ne s'asseyait pas Elle n'osait adresser la parole au patron Vidant les cendriers, balayant le salon Elle fut tué sur le coup, pauvre femme de misère Elle qui n'avait rien fait à William Zanzinger
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens Ne sortez pas votre mouchoir, vous pleurerez plus tard
Au palais de justice, le juge pris son temps Pour étudier l'affaire très attentivement Il dit tout citoyen pris en flagrant délit Qu'il soit riche, qu'il soit pauvre, devait être puni Et que la loi ferait aucune distinction Condamnant sans faiblesse ceux qui tuent sans raison Attendus ces motifs, le juge d'un ton sévère Donna six mois de prison à William Zanzinger
Vous qui philosophez tout le temps et critiquez les gens Vous pouvez sortir vos mouchoirs, il est bien temps de pleurer ce soir
Chasing Shadows
Composer(s): Mick Box - Bob Daisley - Peter Goalby - Lee Kerslake - John Sinclair
Performer(s): Uriah Heep
Seen from the shadows Deep in the night I know you're near But you're nowhere in sight Seen from the darkness Down in the streets I hear your footsteps I hear your heartbeat Oh, I can hear your heartbeat
A misty corner Away from the light I know you're near But you're nowhere in sight On my shoulder I feel you're near I feel you moving But you never appear
Radio, Radio Composer(s): Elvis Costello Performer(s): Elvis Costello
I was tuning in the shine on the light night dial doing anything my radio advised with every one of those late night stations playing songs bringing tears to me eyes I was seriously thinking about hiding the receiver when the switch broke 'cause it's old They're saying things that I can hardly believe They really think we're getting out of control
Radio is a sound salvation Radio is cleaning up the nation They say you better listen to the voice of reason But they don't give you any choice 'cause they think that it's treason So you had better do as you are told You better listen to the radio
I wanna bite the hand that feeds me I wanna bite that hand so badly I want to make them wish they'd never seen me
Some of my friends sit around every evening and they worry about the times ahead But everybody else is overwhelmed by indifference and the promise of an early bed You either shut up or get cut out they don't wanna hear about it It's only inches on the reel-to-reel And the radio is in the hands of such a lot of fools tryin' to anaesthetise the way that you feel
(Chorus)
Wonderful radio Marvelous radio Wonderful radio Radio, radio...
The Loneliest Man On The Moon Performer(s): David Castle
Sitting on the corner of the moon Wishing you would get here soon Whistling a lonely tune Waiting for the next balloon
Reflections of the past are on my face I don't know why I joined this race Without you, I feel out of place It's so lonely here in outer space
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Spending my nights with the meteorites Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon Sharing my lips with a total eclipse And I don't think you're coming back soon
The stars are falling down from the sky Teardrops falling from my eyes When I saw you wave goodbye You were in a crowd, I was in a cloud
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
'Cause I don't see another balloon
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon
Babe, I'm the loneliest man on the moon Sharing my lips with a total eclipse And I don't think you're coming back soon Cause I don't see another balloon
I'm the loneliest man on the moon I'm the loneliest man on the moon I'm the loneliest man on the moon I'm the loneliest man Loneliest man, loneliest man on the moon
Radio Wall Of Sound Composer(s): James Whild Lea Performer(s): Slade
(This is rockin' radio, the wall of sound Citizen Kane rise again Stay tuned to this frequency
This is rockin' radio, the wall of sound The music that rocks, the music that stops The music that comes to you from everywhere As listeners with music on the mind I love that music, I love that sound I love that record, I love that voice Stay tuned to radio WOS, the wall of sound)
I'm in trouble, I'm in deep, I don't know why I can't sleep I feel something in my brain, it's the sound that's keeping me sane I love that music, I love that sound I love this new piano I found I love that record, I love that noise It's me who sees my favorite side
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power
My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound It tells me just who I am Who's that telegram send I love that record, I love that noise Now my girl rocks with the boys I love that music, I love that sound So just play the radio loud
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower Radio, wall of sound, WOS power
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power
My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound It tells me just who I am Who's that telegram send I love that record, I love that noise Now my girl rocks with the boys I love that music, I love that sound So just play the radio loud
(This is rocking radio 107, the music that rocks the music that drops, the music that comes to you from everywhere 'cause this is the music of the mind)
I love that record, I love that sound, I love it, I love it, I love it
(This is the big one, the wall of sound)
I love that music, I love that sound You're listening to radio loud
(The music comes to you from around your head Look out!)
I love that record, I love that noise
(You think the music's here, it's not, it's inside your head. You are the wall of sound)
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower Radio, wall of sound, twenty-four hours of power
My head is spinning around, the F is a stedier sound It tells me just who I am Who's that telegram send I love that record, I love that noise Now my girl rocks with the boys I love that music, I love that sound So just play the radio loud
Radio, wall of sound, coming up from my tower Radio, wall of sound, WOS power
(Radio wall of sound-stay tuned to this frequency)
The Lone Teen Ranger Composer(s): Paul Simon Performer(s): Tom & Jerry (Paul Simon as Jerry Landis)
Ba ba ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba Hi, ho, Silver, away
Ba ba ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger
Oh, he rides around on a big white horse Hes as cool as he can be And my baby fell in love with him When she saw him on TV And since that day, Im sorry to say She hasnt had time for me Cause he goes bang, bang gun shot Hes the Lone Teen Ranger
Ba ba ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba Hi, ho, Silver, away
Ba ba ba ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba Hey, but the Lone Teen Ranger
To save my soul I cant get a date And you know whos to blame Since the Lone Teen Ranger came around My girfriends not the same She even kissed the TV set Oh its a crying shame Cause he goes bang, bang gun shot Hes the Lone Teen Ranger
Ha! Pony! Ride! Ride!
Every night at eight oclock, she turns on the TV The Lone Teen Ranger stole my girl (Shes got no time for me)
Well, he better watch out, cause Im getting mad And heres what Im gonna do Im gonna wear a mask and ride a horse and carry a six-gun too And when my baby looks at me, shes gonna love me too Cause Ill go bang, bang gun shot Hes the Lone Teen Ranger
Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! Hes the Lone Teen Ranger! Hi, ho, Silver, there he goes! Hes the Lone Teen Ranger!...
(Who was that masked man? You dont know? Thats the Lone Teen Ranger!)
Chasin' The Wind
Composer(s): Diane Warren
Performer(s): Chicago
Did the best I could
To make you mine
If you ever felt anything for me
Well, you never gave a sign
Thought time would make you change
Make you want me
But baby I never had a chance
Now I know that theres just some things
Just not meant to be
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That Im gonna win
Oh darlin
I might as well be
Chasin the wind
Oh, Im just
Chasin the wind
Opened up my heart
Let you inside
If love was what you were lookin for
Well, I guess it wasnt mine
So I guess I better go
Its over and done
But you know Im not really sad at all
cause you cant really say its over
When it never had begun
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That Im gonna win
Oh darlin
I might as well be
Chasin the wind
Oh, Im just
Chasin the wind
Cant reach the sea
If you cant get past the sand
Cant touch the sky
If you cant reach up your hand
Cant give if you give nothing back
No use
Making you care about me
No way
That Im gonna win
Oh darlin
I might as well be
Chasin the wind
Oh, Im just
Chasin the wind
Radio Lover Composer(s): Ron Hellard; Bucky Jones Performer(s): George Jones
He kisses her goodbye, and heads for the radio station Oh, he hates to leave her, but he's got another show to do He knows she gets lonely, so he lets her know that he's thinking about her And though millions are listening, she knows who he's talking to
Chorus: Comin' to you live like I do every night From the heart of your radio I play a little sad, and I play a lotta glad And a few ol' cheatin' songs
Here's hopin' everybody out in radio land Found a love just as true as mine Good night angel, sleep tight darlin' Close your pretty brown eyes
When the show is over your radio lover will be home by your side
She's laying in bed as her DJ tells her that he loves her It would break his heart if he knew she wasn't there alone She knows when to cheat and when to tell her lover to leave her She knows they'll be safe just as long as his show goes on
He planned a surprise for the night of their first anniversary He taped his show just so he could be home The radio was playing and, as he walked in on her and her lover He heard himself saying the last words that they ever heard
The Lone Ranger Composer(s): Billy Yates - Gerald Smith - John Northrup Performer(s): George Jones; Gerald Smith
I'm tired of sittng home, sick of being all alone Thought I'd just go for a drive I was headed downtown, when I did me a turnaround When I saw the neon sign Happy hour two for one, sounded like a lot of fun So I stopped and went inside The next thing that I knew, I was sittin' on a barstool Having the time of my life
Well, I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger I was shootin' 'em down like I didn't have a care, Ignoring all the danger Bless my soul this morning I awoke In the arms of a perfect stranger I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger
Did I fail to mention, it wasn't my intention To stay out all night long I was gonna have a few, but one round led to two Next thing I knew I was gone Well here's where I draw a blank, the band was playin' Hank She rode in to save the day And all I remember were kisses sweet and tender And Hi-Yo Silver away
Well, I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger I was shootin' 'em down like I didn't have a care Ignoring all the danger Bless my soul this morning I awoke In the arms of a perfect stranger I had more silver bullets last night than the Lone Ranger
Chasin' That Neon Rainbow
Composer(s): Alan Jackson - Jim McBride
Performer(s): Alan Jackson
Daddy won a radio Tuned it to a country show I was rockin' in the cradle To the cryin' of a steel guitar Mama used to sing to me Taught me that sweet harmony Now she worries 'cause she never thought I'd ever really take it this far Singin' in the bars Chasin' that neon rainbow Livin' that honky tonk dream All I've ever wanted Was to pick this guitar and sing Just tryin' to be somebody Just wanna be heard and seen Chasin' that neon rainbow Livin' that honky tonk dream
An atlas and a coffee cup Five pickers in an old Dodge truck Headin' down to Houston For a show on Saturday night This overhead is killin' me Half the time I sing for free But when the crowd's into it Lord it makes this thing I'm doing seem right Standin in the spotlight
Daddy's got a radio He won it thirty years ago He said "Son I just know we're gonna hear you singin' on it someday" I made it up to Music Row But Lordy don't the wheels turn slow Still I wouldn't trade a minute And I wouldn't have it any other way Just show me to the stage
Daddy's got a radio He won it thirty years ago He said "Son I just know we're gonna hear you singin' on it someday" I made it up to Music Row But Lordy don't the wheels turn slow Still I wouldn't trade a minute And I wouldn't have it any other way Just show me to the stage
I'm chasin' that neon rainbow Livin' that honky tonk dream
Radio Heart Composer(s): Stephen Davis; Dennis Morgan Performer(s): Charly McClain; Richard Clayderman
Married at sixteen Two kids by twenty-one But he couldn't take it Now she's raisin' them all on her own Between the bills and the laundry Sometimes she's so lonely she cries But she's found an escape From some of the achin' inside
She's got a radio heart She loves the songs they play, they take him off her mind She's got a radio heart It helps fill an empty space he left behind She gets lost in a steel guitar Oh, it's her way out when the heartache starts She's found a little salvation on a local station She's got a radio heart
She'll finish clearin' the table And put the kids off to bed She tries to watch an old movie But she thinks of him instead She lies alone in the dark And stares at the lighted dial She gets into the music And out of this world for a while
She's got a radio heart She loves the songs they play, they take him off her mind She's got a radio heart It helps fill an empty space he left behind She gets lost in a steel guitar Oh, it's her way out when the heartaches start She's found a little salvation on a local station She's got a radio heart
London Boys Composer(s): David Bowie Performer(s): David Bowie
Cow bell strikes another night Your eyes are heavy and your limbs all ache You've bought some coffee, butter and bread You can't make a thing cause the meter's dead You moved away Hold your folks you're gonna stay away
Bright lights, Soho, Wardour street You hope you make friends with the guys that you meet Somebody shows you round Now you've met the London boys Things seem good again, someone cares about you
Oh, the first time that you tried a pill You feel a little queasy, decidedly ill You're gonna be sick, but you mustn't lose faith To let yourself down would be a big disgrace With the London boys, with the London boys
You're only seventeen, but you think you've grown In the month you've been away from your parents' home You take the pills too much You don't give a damn about that jobs you've got So long as you're with the London boys
A London boy, oh a London boy Your flashy clothes are your pride and joy A London boy, a London boy You're crying out loud that you're a London boy You think you've had a lot of fun But you ain't got nothing, you're on the run It's too late now, cause you're out there boy You've got it made with the rest of the toys Now you wish you'd never left your home You've got what you wanted but you're on your own With the London boys Now you've met the London boys Now you've met the London boys Now you've met the London boys
Chase The Blues Away
Composer(s): Tim Buckley
First release by: Tim Buckley - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists
Well come along walk with me And learn the songs that lovers sing When they believe Well dance along the rivers edge Just arm and arm along the moonlit shore The midnight cries
Well I just came to chase the blues away For awhile
Just like a child youll cling to me From every sound along that rushes near Its just the breeze that licks your skin And rubs your breast And as we lay our rivers flow away Your woman fear
Well I just came to chase the blues away For awhile
With the morning sun well wake And lift our eyes and watch the eagle fly Up mountain high And on his wings our love will climb And never fail until he soars and dives Oh, hell take your breath away
Well, he just came to chase the blues away For awhile
Radio Ga Ga Composer(s): Roger Taylor Performer(s): Queen; and various other artists
Radio - radio I'd sit alone and watch your light My only friend through teenage nights And everything I had to know I heard it on my radio
You gave them all those old time stars Through wars of worlds - invaded by Mars You made 'em laugh - you made 'em cry You made us feel like we could fly Radio
So don't become some background noise A backdrop for the girls and boys Who just don't know or just don't care And just complain when you're not there You had your time, you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio - radio
All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio what's new? Radio, someone still loves you
We watch the shows - we watch the stars On videos for hours and hours We hardly need to use our ears How music changes through the years
Let's hope you never leave old friend Like all good things on you we depend So stick around 'cos we might miss you When we grow tired of all this visual You had your time - you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio - radio
All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio goo goo Radio ga ga All we hear is radio ga ga Radio blah blah Radio what's new? Someone still loves you
Radio ga ga (ga ga) Radio ga ga (ga ga) Radio ga ga (ga ga)
You had your time - you had the power You've yet to have your finest hour Radio - radio
Je me souviens Je me souviens Tes longues mains Tes longues mains... Être bon Être bien Être soi, être rien Mais pas n'importe quoi Une charpie de chapka...
Ces mots qui ne veulent Plus rien dire Ou qui disent Le contraire De ce qu'ils voulaient dire... Tout ça Maintenant, c'est là Comme une charpie de chapka... Et je me souviens de toi...
Se souvenir d'où l'on vient Ne pas donner raison aux chiens Ne pas devenir n'importe quoi Pas une charpie de chapka...
Un soleil qui nous désaltère L'eau pure qui chauffe nos artères Vouloir un peu de mieux sur terre Comme tu le voulais là-bas... Loin des charpies de chapka...
Je me souviens... Tes longues mains Artiste pauvre Passé sur terre Tu voulais le bien De tes frères... Une seul famille Un seul destin Et le bonheur Au quotidien...
Ces rêves, maintenant, ne sont plus là Ils sont tous partis avec toi... Comme les empires croulent soudain Comme les rêves se désespèrent Devant le mal, devant le froid... Comme une charpie de chapka...
Radio and TV Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant Performer(s): The Everly Brothers
Radio and TV do a lot for me Lots of times I dig my honey When I'm runnin' short of foldin' money and the radio and TV are free
At the outdoor movie, everything is groovy But at times I like it better Just to bring my baby home and set her At the radio and TV with me
(x2): It's nice to sit and say things that lovers have to say While the good guys chase the bad guys and the top 10 records play Take away my car keys, take away my waterskis Take away my foldin' money, take it all But just don't take my honey or my radio and TV from me
