Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Auctioneer Composer(s): Buddy Black - Leroy Van Dyke Performer(s): Leroy Van Dyke and multiple other artists
There was a boy in Arkansas who wouldn't listen to his ma When she told him that he should go to school He'd sneak away in the afternoon, take a little walk and pretty soon You'd find him at the local auction barn Well he'd stand and listen carefully then pretty soon he began to see How the auctioneer could talk so rapidly He said, "Oh my it's do or die I've got to learn that auction cry Gotta make my mark and be an auctioneer"
25 dollar 30 now 30 dollar 30 dollar 30 dollar 30 dollar give me a hollar 30 dollar who will bid it at a 35 dollar bid? 35 dollar 35 35 make it 35 and a 35 make it 35 and a 35 Who will bid it at a 35 dollar bid?
As time went on he did his best and all could see he didn't jest He practied on and then some night and day His pappy'd find him behind the barn just a workin up an awful storm As he tried to imitate the auctioneer Said his pappy, "Son we just can't stand a havin' a mediocre man You gotta take that auction usin' our good name I'll send you off to auction school and then you'll be nobody's fool You can take your place among the best"
35 dollar 40 now 40 dollar 40 dollar 40 dollar 40 dollar give me a hollar 40 dollar Who will bid it at at a 40 dollar bid? 40 dollar 45 45 will you make it 45 give me 45 and a 45 Who will bid it at a 45 dollar bid?
So from that morning he went to school there grew a man who played it cool He came back home a full fledged auctioneer And people came from miles around just to hear him make that rhythmic sound That filled their hearts with such a happy cheer His fame reached out from shore to shore he had all he could do and more He had to buy a plane to get around Now he's the tops in all the land so let's all give that man a hand He's the best of all the auctioneers
45 dollar 50 now 50 dollar 50 dollar 50 dollar 50 dollar give me a hollar 50 dollar Who will bid it at a 50 dollar bill? 50 dollar 55 55 make it 55 and a 55 make it 55 and Sold that horse for a 50 dollar bill
Don't Bother Me
((French Version: Mais Ne Viens Plus (Les Lionceaux) - 1964))
Composer(s): George Harrison
First release by: The Beatles - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
Since she's been gone I want no one to talk to me It's not the same but I'm to blame It's plain to see
So go away and leave me alone Don't bother me
I can't believe that she would leave me on my own It's just not right where every night I'm all alone
I've got no time for you right now Don't bother me
I know I'll never be the same If I don't get her back again because I know she'll always be The only girl for me
But till she's here please don't come near just stay away I'll let you know when she's come home Till that the day
Don't come around leave me alone Don't bother me
I've got no time for you right now Don't bother me
I know I'll never be the same If I don't get her back again because I know she'll always be The only girl for me
But till she's here please don't come near just stay away I'll let you know when she's come home Till that the day
Don't come around leave me alone Don't bother me Don't bother me Don't bother me
Aubrey Composer(s): David Gates First release by: Bread - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
And Aubrey was her name A not so very ordinary girl or name But who's to blame? For a love that wouldn't bloom For the hearts that never played in tune Like a lovely melody that everyone can sing Take away the words that rhyme it doesn't mean a thing
And Aubrey was her name We triped the light and danced together to the moon But where was June No it never came around If it did it never made a sound Maybe I was absent or was listening to fast Catching all the words, but then the meaning going past
But God I miss the girl And I'd go a thousand times around the world just to be Closer to her than to me
And Aubrey was her name I never knew her, but I loved her just the same I loved her name Wish that I had found the way And the reasons that would make her stay I have learned to lead a life apart from all the rest If I can't have the one I want, I'll do without the best
But how I miss the girl And I'd go a million times around the world just to say She had been mine for a day
Don't Bogart Me (aka Don't Bogart That Joint)
Composer(s): Elliot Ingber - Lawrence "Stash" Wagner
Performer(s): Fraternity Of Man; Little Feat
and multiple other artists
Don't Bogart that joint my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't Bogart that joint my friend
Pass it over to me
Roll another one
Just like the other one
You've been hanging on to it
And I sure would like a hit
Don't Bogart that joint my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't Bogart that joint my friend
Pass it over to me
Ro-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-oll another one
Just like the other one
That one's just 'bout burned to the end
So come on and be a real friend
Don't Bogart that joint my friend
Pass it over to me
Don't Bogart that joint my friend
Pass it over to me
Auberge Composer(s): Chris Rea Performer(s): Chris Rea
On the hard fast train on the road to gain Something gets right through to your telling bone Here's a sudden itch an electric twich Sometimes I swear this body's got a mind of it's own This is the naked truth this is the light There's only one place left to go Auberge
You meet a silent type on a windy trail With a shiny cloak and an unseen silver dagger You can talk till you ache give yourself one more break You can tell by the look on his face that it just doesn't matter Cause this is the naked truth and this is the light There's only one place left to got Auberge Auberge
Give me a weekend give me a day Don't like what I'm seeing though I hear what you say Think with a dagger and you'll die on your knees Begging for mercy singing please mister please This is the naked truth this is the light There's only one place left to go Auberge
Au Voleur! Composer(s): Charles Aznavour Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Mon front est moite Je tremble un peu Ma tête éclate Je suis nerveux J'ai l'impression qu'on me regarde Et dans la nuit où naît la peur Que des doigts tendus me poignardent Au Voleur!
Rien n'est trop sombre Rien n'est trop sûr Je ne suis qu'ombre Je me fais mur Comme un félin je me déplace Raflant les objets de valeur La gorge serrée par l'angoisse Au Voleur!
Parce qu'elle aime les fourrures La vie facile et les plaisirs Les robes de haute couture Que je ne pouvais lui offrir De peur qu'un jour elle me quitte Pour trouver tout cela ailleurs J'ai choisi pour garder son cur De tenter gros, de jouer vite Au Voleur!
Chaque seconde Semble une année Les bruits du monde Sont amplifiés Au loin une horloge qui sonne Un craquement, une lueur Font que je me fige et frissonne Au Voleur!
Un vide immense Se fait en moi Puis le silence Reprend ses droits Je fais les choses quatre à quatre Mais à chaque bruit, chaque heurt J'ai le cur qui cesse de battre Au Voleur!
À bout de nerf lorsque je rentre Aux heures grises du matin Les traits tirés la peur au ventre Elle contemple mon butin Puis en faisant son il de biche Elle murmure avec candeur Qu'au fond l'argent n'a pas d'odeur Et qu'après tout on prend qu'aux riches
La nuit tandis que De plus en plus Je prends des risques Et m'évertue À lui faire une vie de rêve Je vois soudain doubler ma peur À l'idée qu'un autre m'enlève Ce bonheur Qui est plus que ma vie Ne me laissant qu'un cri Au Voleur, Au Voleur, Au Voleur!
Don't Bite The Hand That's Feeding You
Composer(s): Jimmie Morgan - Thomas Hoier
Performer(s): Eddie Morton
and multiple other artists
Last night, as I lay a-sleeping A wonderful dream came to me I saw Uncle Sammy weeping For his children from over the sea
They had come to him, friendless and starving When from tyrants' oppression they fled But now they abuse and revile him Till at last in just anger he said
If you don't like your Uncle Sammy Then go back to your home o'er the sea To the land from where you came, whatever be its name But don't be ungrateful to me!
If you don't like the stars in Old Glory If you don't like the Red, White and Blue Then don't act like the cur in the story Don't bite the hand that's feeding you!
You recall the day you landed How I welcomed you to my shore When you came here empty handed And allegiance forever you swore
I gathered you close to my bosom Of food and of clothes you got both So, when in trouble, I need you You will have to remember your oath
If you don't like your Uncle Sammy Then go back to your home o'er the sea To the land from where you came, whatever be its name But don't be ungrateful to me!
If you don't like the stars in Old Glory If you don't like the Red, White and Blue Then don't act like the cur in the story Don't bite the hand that's feeding you!
Au Temps Du Pain Et De L'eau Composer(s): Yves Duteil Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Au temps où nous n'avions que du pain et de l'eau Où tu trouvais moyen de nous faire des gâteaux Ton amour dépassait les murs de la maison En guise de cadeau, je t'offrais des chansons
On pourrait supposer que les choses ont changé Mais ta main dans la mienne est toujours si serrée Que même en plein sommeil, nos rêves entremêlés Nous préparent des jours qu'il me reste à chanter
Le Soleil un matin se lèvera sans nous Mais nous serons ensemble ailleurs, un peu partout Dans tout ce qu'on bâtit, guidés par ton sourire Les curs que ton regard m'a permis d'entr'ouvrir
Sur les lieux, les objets qui les ont abrités Les instants de bonheur restent à jamais gravés Maillons de cette chaîne où le temps n'a plus cours Je suis sûr qu'on demeure à travers son amour
Toit tes éclats de rire ont parsemé la vie De ces millions d'étoiles que l'on peut voir d'ici On peut trouver le ciel en cherchant leur lumière Aux sources de tes yeux, je bois tout l'Univers
Tu sèmes autour de toi ces graines de tendresse Qui germent, qui fleurissent et s'ouvrent en richesse La voile de ton amour entraînée par le vent Nous emporte plus haut comme un grand cerf-volant
Mais je crois que j'irai beaucoup plus loin encore Pour couvrir de soleil les chemins de ton corps Et pour que notre histoire ne soit jamais finie J'épouserai ton âme au seuil du Paradis
Comme au temps des goûters où au pain et à l'eau Tu trouvais le moyen de nous faire des gâteaux Ton amour a franchi les murs de l'horizon Et quand pour te fêter je t'écris des chansons
Il est vrai qu'à présent les choses ont bien changé Mais ta main dans la mienne est toujours si serrée Que même en plein sommeil nos rêves entremêlés Me rendent à la lumière, et me portent à chanter
Don't Bet Money Honey Composer(s): Linda Scott Performer(s): Linda Scott
Don't bet money, honey Our love will last Don't bet money, honey I know the past You lied to me before and I know You'll lie, yes you'll lie again
I told you once, I told you twice And maybe even three times before That our love could never be Now I was right, you know I'm right Oh baby, how you know I'm right Can't you see what you're doin' to me
Don't bet money, honey Our love will last Don't bet money, honey I know the past You lied to me before and I know You'll lie, yes you'll lie again
Don't bet money, honey Our love will last Don't bet money, honey I know the past You lied to me before and I know You'll lie, yes you'll lie I know I'll be right You'll lie, yes you'll lie again
La foule est assemblée de tous côtés, ça gronde On attend l'empereur, le seul maître du monde Et dans une clameur à déchirer les cieux J'arrive avec César applaudi comme un dieu J'aurais vraiment été très bien Au temps des Romains J'aurais vraiment été très bien Au temps des Romains
On m'aurait appelé le grand Claudius Schmollum Le seul chanteur de Rock dans la ville de Rome Dans l'arène sanglante pour certains, croyez-moi C'est moi qui de là-haut aurait baissé le doigt J'aurais vraiment été très bien Au temps des Romains J'aurais vraiment été très bien Au temps des Romains
J'aurais eu ma villa en marbre de Carrare Cinquante musiciens, tous prisonniers barbares Ainsi que la sono la plus belle d'Italie Et Cléopâtre aussi livrée dans un tapis J'aurais vraiment été très bien Au temps des Romains J'aurais vraiment été très bien Au temps des Romains
Mais tout cela n'est vraiment qu'un rêve de gloire Il ne m'appartient pas de déformer l'histoire D'autant plus voyez-vous que tout est, contre moi Car mes ancêtres hélas descendaient des gaulois J'aurais vraiment été très bien. Au temps des Romains J'aurais vraiment été très bien Au temps des Romains J'aurais vraiment été très bien Au temps des Romains
Au Suivant Composer(s): Jacques Brel First release: Jacques Brel - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1968 - Next (Scott Walker) 1984 - Seuraava (Susanna Haavisto) 1989 - Never To Be Next (Marc Almond) 1995 - En Wie Volgt! (Frank Cools)
Tout nu dans ma serviette qui me servait de pagne J'avais le rouge au front et le savon à la main Au suivant au suivant J'avais juste vingt ans et nous étions cent vingt À être le suivant de celui qu'on suivait Au suivant au suivant J'avais juste vingt ans et je me déniaisais Au bordel ambulant d'une armée en campagne Au suivant au suivant
Moi j'aurais bien aimé un peu plus de tendresse Ou alors un sourire ou bien avoir le temps Mais au suivant au suivant Ce ne fut pas Waterloo mais ce ne fut pas Arcole Ce fut l'heure où l'on regrette d'avoir manqué l'école Au suivant au suivant Mais je jure que d'entendre cet adjudant de mes fesses C'est des coups à vous faire des armées d'impuissants Au suivant au suivant
Je jure sur la tête de ma première vérole Que cette voix depuis je l'entends tout le temps Au suivant au suivant Cette voix qui sentait l'ail et le mauvais alcool C'est la voix des nations et c'est la voix du sang Au suivant au suivant Et depuis chaque femme à l'heure de succomber Entre mes bras trop maigres semble me murmurer Au suivant au suivant
Tous les suivants du monde devraient se donner la main Voilà ce que la nuit je crie dans mon délire Au suivant au suivant Et quand je ne délire pas j'en arrive à me dire Qu'il est plus humiliant d'être suivi que suivant Au suivant au suivant Un jour je me ferai cul-de-jatte ou bonne sur ou pendu Enfin un de ces machins où je ne serai jamais plus Le suivant le suivant
Don't Be That Way
Composer(s): Benny Goodman - Edgar Sampson - Mitchell Parish
Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters
Don't cry Oh honey, please, don't be that way Clouds in the sky should never make you feel that way The rain will bring the violets of May Tears are in vain So honey, please don't be that way As long as we see it thru You'll have me, I'll have you, sweetheart Tomorrow is another day Don't break my heart Oh honey, please don't be that way
Never To Be Next ((aka Next (Scott Walker) - 1968)) ((Adapted from: Au Suivant (Jacques Brel) - 1964)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Paul Francis Buck Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989
Versions In Other Languages: 1968 - Next (Scott Walker) 1984 - Seuraava (Susanna Haavisto) 1995 - En Wie Volgt! (Frank Cools)
Wholely naked My my worn towel serving as loin cloth Face turned red Hands clutching at soap and froth
(Next, next)
I was barely 20 And we were over 100 Being the followers of the one who led
(Next, next)
I was still 20 When my innocense was revealed In a mobile brothel of an army In the field
(Next, next)
Maybe I would have liked A little touch of tenderness Maybe a word Or maybe a caress But no
(Next, next)
It was not Waterloo And it was not Arcole It was the moment When I regreted missing school
(Next, next)
But i swear on hearing that sergeant Who was not worth tuppens It was a dirty trick that ? made his armies of impotence
(Next, next)
I swear by the head Of my first bout of syphillis It's that voice That voice that sticks Like a fist
(Next, next)
That voice that stinks of garlic Foul drink and crud It's the voice of nations And the voice of blood
(Next, next)
And since then Each woman in the heat Of succuming in my skinny arms Seems to be murmering Next, next Next deary, next sonny
All the followers of the world Would hold each others hand For in my delerium, well I scream and demand He's next....well I'm not delerious I act as a reasoner Say, it's more humiliating to be the followed Than the follower
(Next, next, next, next)
One day I'll cut my legs off Or even become a nun I'll hang anything So long as I'm not anyone Never to be next Never to be next Never to be next Next, next Please don't pick me next Never to be next I want never...never...never....never....never....never to be next
Next ((aka Never To Be Next (Marc Almond) - 1989)) ((Adapted from: Au Suivant (Jacques Brel) - 1964)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Eric Blau - Mort Shuman Performer(s): Scott Walker - 1968
Versions In Other Languages: 1984 - Seuraava (Susanna Haavisto) 1995 - En Wie Volgt! (Frank Cools)
Naked as sin, an army towel Covering my belly Some of us blush, somehow Knees turning to jelly Next, next
I was still just a kid There were a hundred like me I followed a naked body A naked body follwed me next, next
I was still just a kid When my innocence was lost In a mobile army whorehouse Gift from the army, free of cost Next, next
Me, I really would have liked A little touch of tenderness Maybe a word, a smile An hour of happiness But, next, next
Oh, it wasn't so tragic The high heavens did not fall But how much of that time I hated being there at all Next, next Now I always will recall The brothel truck, the flying flags The queer lieutenant who slapped Our asses as if we were fags Next, next
I swear on the wet head Of my first case of gonorrhea It is his ugly voice That I forever hear Next, next
That voice that stinks of whiskey Of corpses and of mud It is the voice of nations It is the thick voice of blood Next, next
And since the each woman I have taken to bed Seems to laugh in my arms To whisper through my head Next, next
All the naked and the dead Should hold each other's hands As they watch me scream at night In a dream no one understands Next, next
And when I am not screaming In a voice grown dry and hollow I stand on endless naked lines Of the following and the followed Next, next
One day I'll cut my legs off Or burn myself alive Anything, I'll do anything To get out of line to survive Never to be next Never to be next
Don't Be Sad
Composer(s): Dwight Yoakam
Performer(s): Dwight Yoakam
Well don't be sad 'cause you got what you wanted
You should be glad to know that I'm finally gone
Don't feel bad or be disappointed
'Cause you got what you wanted all along
Wasn't it you who said a blinded fool could see the
Clear plain truth about how deeply cruel it is to
Live a lie here with each other
And mourn a love that won't recover
As I recall those were the very words I heard you use
Well don't be sad 'cause you got what you wanted
You should be glad to know that I'm finally gone
Don't feel bad or be disappointed
'Cause you got what you wanted all along
And wasn't it me who asked so stupidly if there were
Things that I could maybe do or try to somehow
Hold what fell apart together
But you just coldly told me never
To even entertain the thought that our love would survive
Well don't be sad 'cause you got what you wanted
You should be glad to know that I'm finally gone
Don't feel bad or be disappointed
'Cause you got what you wanted all along
Yes you got what you wanted all along
En Wie Volgt! ((Adapted from: Au Suivant (Jacques Brel) - 1964)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Ernst van Altena Performer(s): Frank Cools - 1995
Versions In Other Languages: 1968 - Next (Scott Walker) 1984 - Seuraava (Susanna Haavisto) 1989 - Never To Be Next (Marc Almond)
Naakt, met een handdoek om mijn al te smalle lenden Een zeepdoos in mijn hand, mijn wangen roodgekleurd Wie volgt! En wie volgt! Ik was pas twintig jaar, net als de hele bende: Bloot in een klamme rij van ieder-krijgt-een-beurt Wie volgt! En wie volgt! Ik was pas twintig jaar, had nooit een vrouw bekend Daar stond ik voor het kampbordeel van 't regiment Wie volgt! En wie volgt!
Ik hunkerde zo naar wat tederheid en liefde Of zelfs alleen een lachje, of alleen wat tijd Maar Wie volgt! En wie volgt! Die walmend-domme rij die mijn gevoelens griefde Verslagen was ik al, lang voor de echte strijd Wie volgt! En wie volgt! En dan die rot sergeant, die nicht, die halve cent Met zo'n stem maak je hele legers impotent Wie volgt! En wie volgt!
Ik zweer hier op de eikel van mijn eerste druiper Dat ik die stem sindsdien mijn leven lang ontmoet Wie volgt! En wie volgt! De knoflookstankstem van die altijd-dronken gluiper Dat is de stem der volkeren, van bodem en van bloed Wie volgt! En wie volgt! Sinds dat moment is 't net of elke vrouw en maagd Die in mijn armen klaarkomt, lispelend, fluisterend vraagt Wie volgt! En wie volgt!
Vaak denk ik: laat de volgelingen hier op aarde In opstand komen tegen deze slavernij Wie volgt! En wie volgt! Maar soms vraag ik me af: wat heeft de meeste waarde Te volgen? Of gevolgd te worden in de rij? Wie volgt! En wie volgt! Ik hak mijn benen af, word non of cherubijn Of wat dan ook als ik maar nooit meer hoef te zijn Hij die volgt! Hij die volgt!
Don't Be Cruel
Composer(s): Otis Blackwell - Elvis Presley
First recording/First release by: Elvis Presley - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1956 - Sois Pas Cruelle (Georges Ulmer)
1963 - O Wie Gut (Peter Kraus)
1980 - Kom Terug (Will Tura)
1989 - No Seas Cruel (Alejandra Guzmán
You know I can be found sitting home all alone If you can't come around at least please telephone Don't be cruel to a heart that's true Baby, if I made you mad for something I might have said Please, let's forget the past the future looks bright ahead Don't be cruel to a heart that's true I don't want no other love Baby it's just you I'm thinking of Don't stop thinking of me don't make me feel this way Come on over here and love me you know what I want you to say Don't be cruel to a heart that's true Why should we be apart? I really love you baby, cross my heart Let's walk up to the preacher and let us say I do Then you'll know you'll have me and I'll know I'll have you too Don't be cruel to a heart that's true I don't want no other love Baby it's just you I'm thinking of Don't be cruel to a heart that's true Don't be cruel to a heart that's true I don't want no other love Baby it's just you I'm thinking of
