Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Meet Me On The Corner Composer(s): Rod Clements
First release by: Lindisfarne - 1971
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I came along just to bring you a song
Can you spare one dream for me
You won't have met me
So soon you'll forget
So don't mind me tugging at your sleeve
I'm asking you if I could fix a rendezvous
For your dreams are all I believe
Meet me on the corner
When the lights are coming on
And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there
Down the empty streets will disappear
Into the darkness you have dreams enough to spare
Lay down your bundles
Of rag and reminders
And spread your wealth on the ground
Well I got time if you deal them mine
I'm just hanging around
Meet me on the corner
When the lights are coming on
And I'll be there
I promise I'll be there
Down the empty streets will disappear
Into the darkness you have dreams enough to spare
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I'm asking you if I could fix a rendezvous
For your dreams are all I believe
Hey Mr. Dream Seller
Where have you been
Tell me have you dreams I can see
I came along just to bring you a song
Can you spare one dream for me
Non, Je Ne Veux Pas Faire La Guerre English Title: No, I Don't Want To Make War Composer(s): G. Péram; A. Iser Performer(s): Les Poppys
Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
America, mystère, fantôme, à Cuba, tout est okay Oh, Calcutta, U.S. go home! Je refuse, je vous connais Et je mamuse, et ça me plait
Mais jai dix ans, mais jai dix ans, sil vous plait
Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
Bonsoir tristesse, adieu boing! Où sont le loup et lagneau? Je vous comprends monsieur Yarring, mais la fleur a besoin deau Et je suis un petit idiot
Mais jai dix ans, mais jai dix ans, mais jai dix ans, et cest beau
Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre Non, non, je ne veux pas Je ne veux pas faire la guerre
You have to wash with the crocodile in the river You have to swim with the sharks in the sea You have to live with the crooked politician Trush those things that you can never see Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana (jesse boy) ayeye ayeye
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky It's a cruel crazy beautiful world One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
Beyond the door, strange cruel beautiful years lie waiting for you It kills me to know you won't escape loneliness Maybe you lose hope too Ayeye ayeye jesse mfana ayeye ayeye
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky It's a cruel crazy beautiful world One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
When I feel your small body close to mine I feel weak and strong at the same time So few years to give you wings to fly Show you the stars to guide your ship by
It's a cruel crazy beautiful world Every time you wake up I hope it's under a blue sky It's a cruel crazy beautiful world One day when you wake up I will have to say goodbye Goodbye -- It's your world so live in it!
Des Chansons Pop
Composer(s): F. Bernheim - G. Lajeunesse
Performer(s): Les Poppy's
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline J'ai entendu qu'il y a des garçons Et puis de filles qui chantent des chansons
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête Des chansons pop, musique populaire Musique populaire
Venez la nuit derrière la colline Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline Nous serons cent ou peut-être cent mille Nous chanterons le nouvel Évangile
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête Des chansons pop, musique populaire Musique populaire
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline Dans un grand champ ou le soleil décline Nous pourrons dire et chanter tous en coeur Tous réunis ce qu'on a dans le coeur
Là-bas, là-bas derrière la colline Là-bas, là-bas ou le soleil décline Venez chanter les chants de la sagesse Venez chanter les chants de la jeunesse
Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête Des chansons pop, musique populaire Musique populaire Des chansons Pop, qui tournent la tête Des chansons pop, musique populaire Musique populaire
Millie: There are those I suppose Think we're mad Heaven knows The world has gone To rack and to ruin What we think is chic, unique and quite adorable They think is odd and sodom and gomorrah-able
But the fact is Everything today is thoroughly modern Check your personality Everything today makes yesterday slow Better face reality It's not insanity Says Vanity Fair In fact, it's stylish To raise your skirts and bob your hair
In a rumble seat, the world is so cozy If the boy is kissable And that tango dance they wouldn't allow Now is quite permissible Goodbye, good'-goody girl I'm changing and how! So beat the drums Coz here comes thoroughly modern Millie now!
Everything today is thoroughly modern Bands are gettin' jazzier Everything today is starting to go Cars are gettin' snazzier Men say it's criminal What women'll do What they're forgetting is This is Nineteen Twenty-Two
Have you seen the way they kiss in the movies? Isn't it delectable? Painting lips and pencil lining your brow Now is quite respectable Goodbye good'-goody girl I'm changing and how! So beat the drums Coz here comes thoroughly modern Millie now!
Cruel To Be Kind Composer(s): Nick Lowe; Ian Gomm First release by: Stretch - 1978 Covered by multiple other artists
Oh, I can´t take another heartache Though you say oh my friend, I´m at my wit´s end You say your love is bonafide, but that don´t coincide With the things that you do and when I ask you to be nice You say you´ve got to be...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind
Well I do my best to understand dear But you still mystify and I want to know why I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down Again and again and when I ask you to explain You say, you´ve got to be...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind
Ooh ooh ooh, ooh.. ooh... ooh...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind
Well I do my best to understand dear But you still mystify and I want to know why I pick myself up off the ground to have you knock me back down Again and again and when I ask you to explain You say, you´ve got to be...
Cruel to be kind in the right measure Cruel to be kind it´s a very good sign Cruel to be kind means that I love you Baby, got to be cruel, got to be cruel to be kind ...
Noël 70
Composer(s): François Bernheim
Performer(s): Les Poppys
Pour tous les enfants de par le monde entier
Dont les pays sont en guerre plus souvent qu'en paix
Je déclare la trêve pour quelques instants
En qualité de Président des moins de vingt ans
Même si mon Etat n'a qu'un ambassadeur
Qui s'appelle l'Amour que j'ai dans le cur
Et même si mon sceptre n'est qu'un petit hochet
Respectez-le car maintenant c'est
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
Pour tous les Papas et toutes les Mamans
Pour tous les généraux et tous les présidents
Pour Jimmy Hendrix qui ne voulait pas voir
Pour les Blancs, les Rouges, les Jaunes ou bien les Noirs
Pour l'Ouest ou le Sud, ou l'Est ou bien le Nord
Pour tous les vivants qui distribuent la mort
Je demande une trêve pour que se passe en paix
Cette conférence au sommet
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
Ecoutez-moi bien, je n'ai pas dans mes jouets
De radio-pirate, de journal de télé
Mais j'espère bien que j'aurai tout ça un jour
Pour ne vous parler que d'un sujet très court
En avant première la paix autour de moi
Au journal du soir la paix plus loin que ça
Pour en revenir à ce que je disais
La trêve car maintenant c'est: Noël...
Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël, Noël
Joyeux Noël
There's a thorn tree in the garden, if you know just what I mean And I hate to hurt your feelings but it's not the way it seems 'Cause I miss her
She's the only girl I've cared for, the only one I've known And no one ever shared more love than we've known And I miss her
But it all seems so strange to see That she'd ever turn her back on me And leave without a last goodbye And if she winds up walking the streets Loving every other man she meets Who'll be the one to answer why? Lord, I hope it's not me, it's not me
And if I never see her face again, I never hold her hand And if she's in somebody's arms, I know I'll understand But I miss that girl. I still miss that girl
Jazzy Retro Satanas Composer(s): Bernard Ilous; Gabriel Yared Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
une crooneuse à la voix d'garage une poupée allumée au swing une jazzwoman entre deux âges qui rêve de r'montrer sur le ring un premier prix de vibrato ex-première page des magazines qui s'déguise en reine du disco pouvu qu'le jazz me laisse tranquille jazzy retro satanas banana split Joséphine jazzy retro satanas ça sent l'brûlé ta cuisine jazzy retro satanas banana split Joséphine jazzy retro satanas y a plus personne dans c'dancing be bop a fermé sa boutique usine à swing désaffectée bye bye piano-bars nostalgiques tant pis pour les fanas d'Broadway j'entends des voix hello sisters vous m'semblez bien désappointées trop tard pour secouer vos shakers je veux qu'le jazz me laisse tomber jazzy retro satanas banana split Joséphine jazzy retro satanas n'viens pas ruiner mon feeling jazzy retro satanas banana split Joséphine jazzy retro satanas j'peux plus stopper la machine
Thomas The Rhymer (Traditional) Performer(s): Steeleye Span; Maddy Prior
True Thomas sat on Huntley bank And he beheld a lady gay A lady that was brisk and bold Come riding o'er the ferny brae
Her skirt was of the grass green silk Her mantle of the velvet fine At every lock of her horse's mane Hung fifty silver bells and nine
True Thomas, he pulled off his cap And bowed him low down to his knee `All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven Your like on earth I ne'er did see'
`No, no Thomas she said That name does not belong to me I am the queen of fair Elfland And I have come to visit thee'
`You must go with me Thomas she said True Thomas you must go with me And must serve me seven years Through well or woe, as chance may be'
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
She turned about her milk white steed And took Thomas up behind And aye whenever her bridle rang Her steed flew swifter than the wind
For forty days and forty nights They rode through red blood to the knee And they saw neither sun nor moon But heard the roaring of the sea
And they rode on and further on Further and swifter than the wind Until they came to a desert wide And living land was left behind
`Don't you see yon narrow, narrow road So thick beset with thorns and briars? That is the road to righteousness Though after it but few enquire'
`Don't you see yon broad, broad road That lies across the lily leaven? That is the road to wickedness Though some call it the road to heaven'
`Don't you see yon bonnie, bonnie road That lies across the ferny brae? That is the road to fair Elfland Where you and I this night must go'
Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer Hark and carp, come along with me, Thomas the Rhymer
Jazzman Composer(s): Carole King; Dave Palmer Performer(s): Carole King; and various other artists
Left me, won't you lift me above the old routine Make it nice, play it clean jazzman
When the jazzman's testifyin'
a faithless man believes He can sing you into paradise
or bring you to your knees It's a gospel kind of feelin', a touch of Georgia slide A song of pure revival and a style that's sanctified
Jazzman take my blues away Make my pain the same as yours
with every change you play Jazzman, oh jazzman
When the jazzman's signifyin', and the band is windin' low It's the late night side of morning in the darkness of his soul He can fill a room with sadness as he fills his horn with tears He can cry like a fallen angel when risin' time is near
Jazzman take my blues away Make my pain the same as yours with every change you play Oh lift me, won't you lift me with ev'ry turn around Play it sweetly, take me down, oh jazzman
I like a cheech-a-cheech-chee-roni Like they make at home Or a healthy fish with the big backbone I'm Abraham deLacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley, the alley cat!
I've got that wanderlust Gotta walk the scene Gotta kick up highway dust Feel the grass that's green Gotta strut them city streets Showin' off my eclat, yeah Tellin' my friends of the social elite Or some cute cat I happen to meet I'm Abraham deLacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley, the alley cat!
I'm king of the highway Prince of the boulevard Duke of avant garde The world is my backyard So if you're goin' my way That's the road you wanna seek Calcutta to Rome or Home-sweet-home in Paris Magnifique, you all
I only got myself And this big old world When I sip that cup of life With my fingers curled I don't worry what road to take I don't have to think of that Whatever I take is the road I make It's the road of life make no mistake, for me Yeah, Abraham deLacy Giuseppe Casey Thomas O'Malley O'Malley, the alley cat!
Die a thousand times A crown of thorns Thrown off the shelf My eyes are burnt My cries in heat I die for you You try to hide I'm hiding Die a thousand times For every lie you hide inside
Jazzin' The Blues Away Composer(s): Dick Heinrich; Jeff Branen Performer(s): Rosy McHargue
Mister let me tell you this is no place to be I just got to beat it you can take it from me Slip on your tuxedo and grab your hat No use hanging 'round this flat Let's all go
Wait until you hear that moanin' groanin' trombone Played by Alexander he can't let it alone Crashing of them cymbals fills you with "pep" Ev'rybody watch your step Let's all go
Down to the hall down to that Ebony ball That one place I always lose those doggone Indigo blues because I'm sure to meet my Honey the gal that gets my money Mister Jazz and his band They sure do make you feel grand My goodness how they can play while with your baby you sway They are Jazzin' the Blues away
D'son grand-père et d'son père, Thomas avait hérité Les moustaches héréditaires qu'il avait déjà bébé A l'âge de jouer aux billes, ça lui servait pas beaucoup Mais à l'âge de plaire aux filles, c'était un fameux atout!
Thomas, Thomas, Oh! Thomas! Quel ravage ça fera Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!
En passant sous les arcades, chaque soir après minuit C'est la même sérénade que l'on entend dans la nuit C'est la même sérénade, mais jamais au même endroit A vraiment, elles se baladent, les moustaches de Thomas
Thomas, Thomas, Oh! Thomas! Quel ravage ça fera Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!
Quand on embrasse une fille, comme c'est toujours dans le cou Faut voir comme elle se tortille, ça lui fait des "goulou-goulou" Et si elle appelle sa mère, ce n'est pas pour qu'elle rapplique Ce serait plutôt l'contraire, pas besoin que j'vous explique
Mama, Mama, Aïe! Mama! Ça me chatouille, j'aime ça Thomas, Thomas, quelle splendeur! Tes belles moustaches de sapeur!
Pour son service militaire, hélas Thomas s'en alla Et plus d'une fille regretèrent, ses moustaches, écétéra Quand il revient au village, après avoir fait son temps Dans la rue, sur son passage, chantait le coeur des enfants
Papa, Papa, Aïe! Papa! Criait les gosses à Thomas Ils avaient tous, comme Thomas Ils avaient tous, quelle splendeur! Des belles moustaches de sapeur!
Crown Of Creation Composer(s): Paul Kantner
Performer(s): Jefferson Airplane; Jefferson Starship
You are the Crown of Creation You are the Crown of Creation and you've got no place to go
Soon you'll attain the stability you strive for in the only way that it's granted in a place among the fossils of our time
In loyalty to their kind they cannot tolerate our minds In loyalty to our kind we cannot tolerate their obstruction
Life is Change How it differs from the rocks I've seen their ways too often for my liking New worlds to gain My life is to survive and be alive for you
