Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Au Bout Des Rails ((Adapted from: Cracklin' Rosie (by Neil Diamond) - 1970 Composer(s): Neil Diamond - Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Joe Dassin - 1970
Tous les deux, on se ressemble On a les yeux bien trop grands D'avoir trop vu Et les pieds nus D'avoir trop couru Après les nuages Après les colombes
Tous les deux, on se ressemble On a besoin de bouger De temps en temps Contre le vent De changer de gens De prendre le temps Si on veut le refaire le monde
Viens, là-bas au bout des rails Jusqu'à ce que le train s'arrête Viens, il faut que l'on s'en aille Il faut le faire ce fameux voyage Qu'on promet toujours aux enfants bien sages Et qu'ils ne font pas Avec moi, tu le feras
Comme les oiseaux d'octobre Nous vous laissons notre nid dans la maison Et nous n'emportons Que quatre chansons Plus on est léger pour voler Plus loin on vole
Viens, là-bas au bout des rails Jusqu'à ce que le train s'arrête Viens, il faut que l'on s'en aille Il faut le faire ce fameux voyage Qu'on promet toujours aux enfants bien sages Et qu'ils ne font pas Avec moi, tu le feras
Comme les oiseaux d'octobre Nous vous laissons notre nid dans la maison Et nous n'emportons Que quatre chansons Plus on est léger pour voler Plus loin on vole
Au Bout De Mon Âge Composer(s): Jean Ferrat - Louis Aragon Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Au bout de mon âge Qu'aurais-je trouvé Vivre est un village Où j'ai mal rêvé
Je me sens pareil Au premier lourdeau Qu'encore émerveille Le chant des oiseaux Les gens de ma sorte Il en est beaucoup Savent-ils qu'ils portent Une pierre au cou
Au bout de mon âge Qu'aurais-je trouvé Vivre est un village Où j'ai mal rêvé
Pour eux les miroirs C'est le plus souvent Sans même s'y voir Qu'ils passent devant Ils n'ont pas le sens De ce qu'est leur vie C'est une innocence Que je leur envie
Au bout de mon âge Qu'aurais-je trouvé Vivre est un village Où j'ai mal rêvé
Tant pour le plaisir Que la poésie Je croyais choisir Et j'étais choisi Je me croyais libre Sur un fil d'acier Quand tout équilibre Vient du balancier
Au bout de mon âge Qu'aurais-je trouvé Vivre est un village Où j'ai mal rêvé
Il m'a fallu naître Et mourir s'en suit J'étais fait pour n'être Que ce que je suis Une saison d'homme Entre deux marées Quelque chose comme Un chant égaré
Au bout de mon âge Qu'aurais-je trouvé Vivre est un village Où j'ai mal rêvé
Doncha? Composer(s): Walt Aldridge Performer(s): T.G. Sheppard
What's the point in this denyin' I can read through all your lies Say you don't care enough for cryin' But those ain't raindrops in your eyes
You'll miss me woncha My memory will hauntcha 'Cause you love me D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
I know you're tryin' not to show it You look away, look away, into the night But girl, a guy like me just knows it When you squeeze my hand just a little too tight
You'll miss me, woncha My memory will hauntcha 'Cause you love me D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
Well-a well-a well-a I never should have called you Called you pretty baby Never should have called you back We never should have danced that slow dance Romance starts like that Well-a well-a well-a I should have seen the signs all the time comin' on Cut it off before it got this far But don't blame me All I ever really wanted Was take you for a ride in my car
I should have felt the way you missed me And your hungry fingertips I should have known it when you kissed me It was more than lips on lips
You'll miss me, woncha My memory will hauntcha 'Cause you love me D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
Well-a well-a well-a I never should have called you Called you pretty baby Never should have called you back We never should have danced that slow dance Romance starts like that Well-a well-a well-a I should have seen the signs all the time comin' on Cut it off before it got this far But don't blame me All I ever really wanted Was take you for a ride in my car
I may have whispered that "I love you" But I never said I wouldn't need you 'Cause there's a lot I guess I told you With the heat of passion up my sleeve
You'll miss me, woncha My memory will hauntcha 'Cause you love me D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
You'll miss me, woncha My memory will hauntcha 'Cause you love me D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha D-d-d-d-d-d-d-doncha
Au Bal De La Chance Composer(s): Jacques Larue - Norbert Glanzberg Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Le long de l'herbe L'eau coule et fait des ronds Le ciel superbe Éblouit les environs Le grand soleil joue aux boules Avec les pommiers fleuris Le bal, devant l'eau qui coule Rabâche des airs de Paris
Danse, danse au bal de la chance Danse, danse ma rêverie...
Les parasols sur la berge en gestes lents Saluent d'une révérence Les chalands Tandis qu'une fille danse Dans les bras d'un marinier Le ciel fait des imprudences Mais l'amour n'est pas le dernier...
Danse, danse au bal de la chance Danse, danse au ciel printanier...
Le vent, tournant dans les feuilles des bosquets Avec le chant des pinsons, fait des bouquets Mais elle n'écoute guère Que les mots de ce garçon Des mots d'amour si vulgaires Qu'ils font rire au ciel les pinsons
Danse, danse au bal de la chance Danse, danse avec ma chanson...
Je pense encore à ce jour de l'an dernier Sur mon épaule, mon rêve est prisonnier Celà n'a ni queue ni tête Pourtant, j'ai le cur bien gros Pour les marins en goguette L'amour, ça coule au fil de l'eau
Danse, danse au bal de la chance Danse, danse mon cur d'oiseau...
Donald The Dub
Composer(s): Rice - Frank Crumit
Performer(s): Frank Crumit
Listen to the tale of a stalwart male Who lost his well known Nanny Donald was his name and golf was the game That made him grey as his Granny
He practised much but his style was such That his handicap stayed at thirty All the words he used when the ball he bruised Were nothing else than dirty
In the locker room every night Hed sing of his awful plight
Oh! The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill And rolled right into a bunker From there to the green I took thirteen And there by gosh I sunk er
I get no fun in the air and sun But down in the traps I labour I sweat and weep where the sand is deep Till I want to murder my neighbour
(thwack!) Oh! Baby, look at that drive Wheee! Now whoa, whoa Whoa you (out of bounds) Alright, caddy, give me another ball
There was one great day that came his way His score he was sure to diminish Never had such form, then up came a storm He was never able to finish
He had a slice that was far from nice From him it never parted Once a year that shot, believe it or not Came right back where it started
Do you wonder that he groans And sighs and wails and moans
Oh! The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill And rolled right into the water And the reason it would seem, I lifted my beam When I know I shouldnt oughter
Then I hit a shot that I liked a lot But it sailed right into the marshes And I wished right then, like a lot of other men That I had worn my galoshes
Hey, Donald, how many shots did you take over in that rock pile? Let me see, one two three, er six I believe Oh! You dirty so-and-so I counted twelve time I heard your club hit something Well, er, the other six were echoes (hee hee)
Now Donald the Dub joined the country club And found a fellow duffer Just as bad as he, so with shouts of glee They started out to suffer
They played nine holes, and the poor little moles Were never scared so badly For the divots flew, and the cuss words too And the birds and the bees left gladly
As the end of the day drew nigh Came a song that was sung with a sigh
Oh! The dirty little pill went rolling down the hill And rolled right into the club house When I got there with sand in my hair They changed its name to the Dub house
Ive wrecked more ground than Columbus found And the guy that I am after Is the crazy scot who invented this plot Thats robbed all the world of laughter
Now Donald the Dub broke club after club As he told the world goodbye For he suffered every hour when his game went sour Even as you and I
Attractive Female Wanted Composer(s): Rod Stewart - Gary Grainger Performer(s): Rod Stewart
I'm tired of buying Penthouse and Oui and Hustler It's Friday night I'm all alone still a bachelor She said she'd call me when she'd finished work Haven't heard a word all day I may not be Warren Beatty or Mohammed Ali (Attractive female wanted) I ain't asking a great deal, just a female to move in with me (Attractive female wanted) I'll share all my records, toothbrush and car and color TV, honestly A single girl for my single bed is my remedy (Attractive female wanted)
She doesn't have to be a movie star cover of a magazine She can work in a garage all day in the evening some canteen
I'm tired of blind dates making silly mistakes It's embarrassing (Attractive female wanted) I've had no complaints but obviously you've guessed no compliments (Attractive female wanted)
Won't someone please answer my prayers before I'm old and grey (Attractive female wanted) I've been lonely too long all of my family think I'm gay
She doesn't have to be a movie star cover of magazine She can work in a garage all day in the evening some canteen
Attractive female wanted Active female wanted I may get drunk stink like a skunk but she'll look after me (Attractive female wanted) Put me to bed ease my aching head and made fuss of me You know what I gonna do Think I'll write a letter to Mr. Hugh Heffner confidentially Dear Sir A single girl for my single bed is my remedy
Donald Mcgillavry
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Silly Wizard; Karie Oberg
Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry Donald comes down the hill wild and angry Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly Here's to the king and Donald Macgillavry Come like a weighbauk, Donald Macgillavry Come like a weighbauk, Donald Macgillavry Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly Off wi'the counterfeit, Donald Macgillavry
Donald's run o'er the hill but his tether, man As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man When he comes back, there's some will look merrily Here's to King James and Donald Macgillavry Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry Pack on your back, and elwand sae cleverly Gie them full measure, my Donald Macgillavry
Donald has foughten wi' rief and roguery Donald has dinner'd wi banes and beggary Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly Here's to King James and Donald Macgillavry
Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness Whigging and prigging and a'newfangleness They maun be gane: he winna be baukit, man He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tak it, man Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverly Up wi' King James and Donald Macgillavry
Donald was mumpit wi mirds and mockery Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property Arles ran high, but makings were naething, man Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry Skelp them and scaud them that proved sae unbritherly Up wi King James and Donald Macgillavry!
Attitude Dancing Composer(s): Carly Simon - Jacob Brackman Performer(s): Carly Simon
Theres a new kind of dancing Thats gonna be the rage You just leave yourself behind Like an actor on a stage
Cop a different pose from the pose youre in Shine a different attitude from underneath your skin
Attitude dancing Strut around the floor in a different attitide Attitude dancing Any attitude is the proper attitude Attitude dancing Dont be afraid to change your attitude Attitude dancing Free up your spirit with a new attitude
It dont even matter If you stretch or shake And it dont really matter What moves your body makes
And it dont really matter What steps you choose to do Only one thing matters: Thats your attitude Your attitude, attitude dancing
Attitude dancing Strut around the floor in a different attitide Attitude dancing Learn to move in another attitude Attitude dancing Find the groove in a new attitude Attitude dancing Dont be afraid of a new attitude
It dont really matter What steps you choose to do Only one thing matters: Is your attitude
Your attitude, attitude dancing Strut around the floor in a new attitude Do the locomotion in a new attitude Do the mashed potato in a new attitude Do the hully gully in a new attitude
Find a role you like Capture it and freeze Then turn it around A hundred and eighty degrees Or if youre at a loss Observe some natural dude And turn into a mirror of his attitude Attitude, attitude, attitude Dancing
Don't Be A Baby, Baby
Composer(s): Buddy Kaye - Howard Steiner
Performer(s): Benny Goodman
and multiple other artists
Dont be a baby, Baby
bout the love that passed you by
But if you have to, Baby
Go ahead and have your cry
Ill be your baby, Baby
Truer than the one you knew
And someday maybe, maybe Baby
You will learn to love me too
Now dont sit there with teardrops coming through
Smile a little smile instead
The only thing that tears can do for you
Is make your eyes look red
Now, dont be a baby, Baby
bout the love that passed you by
But if you have to, Baby
Go ahead and have your cry
Ill be your baby, Baby
Truer than the one you knew
And someday maybe, maybe Baby
You will learn to love me too
And someday maybe, maybe Baby
You will learn to love me too
Attitude Composer(s): Glenn Danzig First release by: Misfits - 1978 Covered by multiple other artists
You come by here Like an erotic assault You come by here Destroy my senses You come by here Blood rushes to my temples It's starting all over again Can't fight it got no defenses A sudden rush of adrenalin You come by here the air is thick with tension Don't come by here I can't stand it
Attitude No insolence languid look Cold pretense Don't give me attitude Trembling lips Straining at the bit Not you
You come by here Like a prize race horse You come by here so provocative You come by here A sex explosion It's starting all over again Can't fight it got no defenses I'm filled with apprehension You come by here the air is thick with tension Don't come by here I can't stand it
Don Sixto Palavecino Composer(s): León Gieco Performer(s): León Gieco
Es muy facil descubrir una cancion verdadera hace cosquillas en la panza y no la toca cualquiera Y no la toca cualquiera , porque no todos la sienten una cancion verdadera prende un dia y para siempre
Prende un dia y para siempre y no se la olvidas jamas la refresca el musiquero en el campo o en la ciudad Don Sixto Palavecino de corazon muy abierto Dios te hizo chacarera , chacarera de este suelo
Tarareo Don Sixto Palavecino gato escondido de amor cuando escucho tu violin Santiago es como una flor
Cuando este pueblo te deja que le saques la cancion se la devolves intacta regalito al corazon Regalito al corazon y en una letra sincera cantar todas las verdades o al menos las que se puedan
Si al menos las que se puedan guarde un poco de esta vida la mentira patas cortas se la vera fiera y torcida Don sixto palavecino de corazon muy abierto Dios te hizo chacarera, chacarera en este suelo
Don Sixto Palavecino gato escondido de amor cuando escucho tu violin Santiago es como una flor
Attics Of My Life Composer(s): Jerry Garcia - Robert Hunter Performer(s): Grateful Dead; Jim Hudak
In the attics of my life Full of cloudy dreams unreal Full of tastes no tongue can know And lights no eye can see When there was no ear to hear You sang to me
I have spent my life Seeking all that's still unsung Bent my ear to hear the tune And closed my eyes to see When there were no strings to play You played to me
In the book of love's own dreams Where all the print is blood Where all the pages are my days And all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly You flew to me You flew to me
In the secret space of dreams Where I dreaming lay amazed When the secrets all are told And the petals all unfold When there was no dream of mine You dreamed of me
Don Ramón Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Don Ramón era un bardo de taberna medio sabio medio poeta Don Ramón le hacía a su acordeón cantar
Era el alma de aquel antro de fantasmas solidarios Don Ramón llenaba el corazón el bar
Pero el alba cuando el vino se olvidaba del olvido Don Ramón tocaba el vals que un amor fatal le inspiró... Un, dos, tres... Sus ojos lloraban cada vez que todos cantaban, cantaban cantaban el coro de su canción...
La, la, la...
Y un catorce de febrero entre sones de bolero Don Ramón sintió que su acordeón calló
Abrazado al silencio en el acto cayó al suelo Don Ramón fundió a su acordeón murió
Y doblaron las campanas por el bardo de la tasca Don Ramón se fue como aquel amor que le traicionó Nunca más la triste alegría que aquel vals que todos pedían, pedían pedían que tocara Don Ramón
Attention, Mesdames Et Messieurs Composer(s): Michel Fugain - Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Michel Fugain
Attention, mesdames et messieurs, dans un instant on va commencer Installez-vous dans votre fauteuil bien gentiment 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, partez, tous les projecteurs vont s'allumer Et tous les acteurs vont s'animer en même temps
Attention, mesdames et messieurs, c'est important, on va commencer C'est toujours la même histoire depuis la nuit des temps L'histoire de la vie et de la mort, mais nous allons changer le décor Espérons qu'on la jouera encore dans 2000 ans
Nous avons 20 ans et plein de chansons Comme le printemps, nous allons danser dans votre maison Notre pain est blanc, notre vin est bon Si vous le voulez, c'est de bon cur que nous partagerons
Attention, mesdames et messieurs, dans un instant, ça va commencer Nous vous demandons évidemment d'être indulgents Le spectacle n'est pas bien rôdé, laissez-nous encore quelques années Il ne pourrait que s'améliorer au fil du temps
Attention, mesdames et messieurs, dans un instant, ça va commencer Installez-vous dans votre fauteuil bien gentiment 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, partez, tous les projecteurs vont s'allumer Et tous les acteurs vont s'animer en même temps
Nous avons 20 ans et plein de chansons Comme le printemps, nous allons danser dans votre maison Notre pain est blanc, notre vin est bon Si vous le voulez, c'est de bon cur que nous partagerons
Attention, mesdames et messieurs, dans un instant, on va commencer Il se peut que vous soyez choqués de temps en temps Mais surtout ne vous inquiétez pas, n'allez pas faire des signes de croix Et rappelez-vous qu'un jour vous avez eu 20 ans
I shall impersonate... a man
Come, enter into my imagination, and see him
Boney, hollow faced, eyes that burn with the fire of inner vision
He conceives the strangest project ever imagined...
To become a knight errant
And sally forth into the world, righting all wrongs!
Hear me now, oh thou bleak and unbearable world
Thou art base and debauched as can be!
And a knight with his valors all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!
I am I, Don Quixote
The Lord of LaMancha
My destiny calls, and I go!
And the wild winds of fortune
Shall carry me onward...
To wither so ever they blow...
Wither so ever they blow...
Onward to glory I go!
I'm Sancho, yes, I'm Sancho
I'll follow my master till the end...
I'll tell all the world, proudly
I'm his squire...
I'm his friend
Hear me heathens, and wizards, and servants of sin
All your dastardly doings are past!
For a holy endeavor is now to begin
And virtue shall triumph at last!
I am I, Don Quixote
The Lord of LaMancha
My destiny calls, and I go!
And the wild winds of fortune
Shall carry me onward...
To wither so ever they blow...
Wither so ever they blow...
Onward to glory I go!