Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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La Bikina Composer(s): Rubén Fuentes - Alejandro Roth Performer(s): Raphael
Solitaria camina la bikina La gente se pone a murmurar Dicen que tiene una pena Dicen que tiene una pena Que la hace llorar Altanera, preciosa y orgullosa No permite la quieran consolar Pasa luciendo su real majestad Pasa, camina y los mira Sin verlos jamás La bikina Tiene pena y dolor La bikina No conoce el amor Solitaria camina la bikina Mientras tanto la gente al murmurar Dicen que alguien ya vino y se fue Dicen que pasa la vida Soñando con él
You can't see the flip side of the coin You can't feel the part where two hearts join There was a time I could make your day When love was strong, has it gone Fading far away?
Don't walk over me Don't walk over me Lift me up or set me free But don't walk over me
True there's no reason for me to jump and shout Give me love when your loves not around I may not have the patience of a saint Baby please don't make me hurry up and wait
Don't walk over me
I remember hearing footsteps running up to your door They were echoes of my heartbeat Nothing could be colder, how can love be over When you're still not sure
La Bière Composer(s): Jacques Brel First release by: Jacques Brel - 1968
Versions In Other Languages: 1995 - Het Bier (by Frank Cools) 2007 - Drinklied (by Herman van den Berg)
Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Dieu qu'on est bien Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Donne-moi la main
C'est plein d'Uilenspieghel Et de ses cousins et d'arrière-cousins De Breughel l'Ancien C'est plein de gens du nord Qui mord comme un chien Le porc qui dort le ventre plein
Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Dieu qu'on est bien Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Donne-moi la main
C'est plein de verres pleins Qui vont à kermesse comme vont à messe Vieilles au matin C'est plein de jours morts Et d'amours gelés Chez nous y a qu'l'été Que les filles aient un corps
Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Dieu qu'on est bien Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Donne-moi la main
C'est plein de finissants Qui soignent leurs souvenirs En mouillant de rires Leurs poiluchons blancs C'est plein de débutants Qui soignent leur vérole En caracolant de Prosit en Skoll
Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Dieu qu'on est bien Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Donne-moi la main
C'est plein de "Godferdom" C'est plein d'Amsterdam C'est plein de mains d'hommes Aux croupes des femmes C'est plein de mèmères Qui ont depuis toujours Un sein pour la bière Un sein pour l'amour
Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Dieu qu'on est bien Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Donne-moi la main
C'est plein d'horizons À vous rendre fous Mais l'alcool est blond Et le diable est à nous Les gens sans Espagne Ont besoin des deux On fait des montagnes Avec ce qu'on peut
Ça sent la bière De Londres à Berlin Ça sent la bière Donne-moi la main
Don't Walk Away Composer(s): Nick Gilder - Duane Hitchings Performer(s): Pat Benatar
Standin' in the doorway, forgot to say one thing You've always had the power to lift my wings I know I shouldn't need so much, an' we could say goodbye Oh yes I am a dreamer, I still see us flyin' high
We can start over, darlin' it's clear Love is what brought you here
Don't Walk Away Oh, to see if I follow Don't Walk Away, victory's hollow Been that road, it didn't take us home Turn around, you won't be alone
Somethin' brings us together, keeps tearin' us apart The wounded are much wiser, we'll just take it from the start
We can start over, darlin' it's clear Love is what brought you here
Don't Walk Away Oh, to see if I follow Don't Walk Away, victory's hollow Been that road, it didn't take us home Turn around, you won't be alone
We can start over, darlin' it's clear Love is what brought you here
Don't Walk Away Oh, to see if I follow Don't Walk Away, victory's hollow Been that road, it didn't take us home Turn around, you won't be alone Don't Walk Away Don't Walk Away!
Oh, to see if I follow Don't Walk Away, victory's hollow Been that road, it didn't take us home Turn around, you won't be alone Don't Walk Away Oh, to see if I follow Oh, Don't Walk Away, Don't Walk Away Been that road, it didn't take us home Turn around, turn around, you won't be, you won't be alone
Het Bier ((Adapted from: La Bière (by Jacques Brel) - 1968)) ((South-African Version: Drinklied (by Herman van den Berg) - 2007)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Ernst van Altena Performer(s): Frank Cools - 1995
Het geurt naar bier, van Londen tot Berlijn Het ruikt naar bier, en God, dat is fijn! Het geurt naar bier, van Londen tot Berlijn Het ruikt naar bier en laat ons vrolijk zijn!
't Zit vol Uilenspiegel En neefjes van Tijl Vol boeren en meiden In Brueghelse stijl 't Zit vol noordewind Die bijt in de mond Van zwijnen die ronken Met pensen rond!
't Zit vol volle glazen 't Is machtig en tof 't Zit voller met schuim Dan 's zondags het lof! 't Zit vol bittere kou Want het is buiten kijf: Bij ons heeft een meid Alleen 's zomers een lijf!
't Zit vol ouwe mannen Die bibberend en dor Hun 'vroeger' bepraten Met schuim in hun snor 't Zit vol jonge jongens Die, leve de lol! Hun puisten beklinken Met Prosit! En Skol!
't Zit vol Godverdomme En vol Amsterdam 't Zit vol blonde vrouwen Van noordelijke stam 't Zit vol ronde moekes Met in hun brevier Een borst voor de liefde Een borst voor het bier!
't Zit vol horizons 't Is geen slappe thee 't Is sterk en 't is blond En de duivel werkt mee Wij hebben geen Alpen Dus brouwen wij hier De vlakte vol bergen Met bergen van bier!...
You Only Think Of Me (When You're Lonely) Composer(s): Ben Weisman - Sid Wayne Performer(s): Jimmy Dean
You only think of me when you're lonely After all the laughter's been and gone When the streets are filled with neon shadows only I'm a shoulder you come crying on
Each time I take you back I know again you'll hurt me so Still this heart of mine just lets you come and go You only think of me when you're lonely But I'm lonely thinking of you all the time Each time I take you back I know again you'll hurt me so Still this heart of mine just lets you come and go You only think of me when you're lonely But I'm lonely thinking of you all the time
Don't Turn Me Away Composer(s): Graham Russell Performer(s): Air Supply
We shared such a special love It seemed to have no end But now it hurts me just to remember Your eyes used to tell me so much That words could never find And now you say you dont know Where your future lies But youve got to find it now Or get left behind
Please dont turn me away I cant forget it all in just one day Take some time to speak your mind But say its not over Please dont turn me away Dont close the door on us this way Im so sure that theres much more You just have to tell me
Remember those fireside nights Its not that long ago You said you wanted to stay there forever I have you the strength of my hand When things were running low I didnt know you would go back on What you said There must be some reasons there That you dont want to share
Please dont turn me away I cant forget it all in just one day Take some time to speak your mind But say its not over Please dont turn me away Dont close the door on us this way Im so sure that theres much more You just have to tell me
And just when you needed me I said Id be there until the end What is it thats changed in you When all I want is to be your friend (I need a friend) Dont turn me away
The Peace Proposal Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Shel Silverstein
Said General Clay to General Gore "Really must we fight this sill war To kill and die is such a bore" "I quite agree," said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay "We could go to the beach today And have some ice cream on the way" "A grand idea", said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore "We'll build sand castles on the shore" Said General Gore, "We'll splash and play" "Let's leave right now", said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay "But what if the sea is closed today And what if the sand's been blown away?" "A dreadful thought", said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray And we may drown." "It's true we may It chills my blood", said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore "My bathing suit is slightly tore We better go on with our war" "I quite agree", said General Gore
Then General Clay charged General Gore As bullets flew and cannons roared And now, alas, there is no more Of General Clay or General Gore
Don't Turn Around Composer(s): Albert Hammond - Diane Warren First release by: Tina Turner - 1986 Covered by multiple other artists
If you wanna leave baby I won't beg you to stay
And if you wanna go darling maybe it's better that way I'm gonna be strong I'm gonna be fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine Walk out the door see if I care go on and go now but
Don't turn around 'cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
Don't turn around I don't want you seeing me crying Just walk away it's tearing me apart that you're leaving
I'm letting you go and I won't let you know
Baby I won't let you know
I won't miss your arms around me holding me tight And if you ever think about me just know that I'm gonna be alright I'm gonna be strong I'm gonna be fine
Don't worry about this heart of mine I know I'll survive it I'll make it through
And I'll learn to live without you but
Don't turn around
'cause you're gonna see my heart breaking
I wish I could scream out loud that I love you
I wish I could say to you: Don't go don't go don't go!
Don't turn around
Don't turn around I don't want you seeing me crying Just walk away it's tearing me apart that you're leaving
Oh ever since my masocistic baby went and left me (she has left you a again) I got nothin' nothin' to hit but the wall (poor wall) She loved me when I beat her (oh they do love that) But then I started actin' sweeter (oh mistake) Oh and that ain't no way to treat her at all
She is the one that I'm dreaming of and you always hurt the one you love And ever since my masochistic baby went and left me Nothin' to hit but the wall (what you know) Nothin' to belt but my pants (yes I've suspendors) Nothin' to whip but the cream (it gets so nasty) Nothin' to beat but the eggs Oh nothin' to punch but the clock Oh nothin' to strike but the match (light my fire) Oh nothin' nothin' to hit but the wall
La Bien Paga Composer(s): Juan Mostazo Performer(s): Raphael; Bebo & Cigala; Miguel De Molina
Na te debo Na te pido Me voy de tu vera, olvídame ya Que he pagao con oro tus carnes morenas No maldigas, paya, que estamos en paz No te quiero No me quieras Si to me lo diste, yo na te pedí No me eches en cara que to lo perdiste También a tu vera yo to lo perdí Bien paga Si tú eres la bien paga Porque tus besos compré Y a mí te supiste dar Por un puñao de parne Bien paga, bien paga Bien paga fuiste, mujer No te engaño Quiero a otra No creas por eso que te traicioné No cayó en mis brazos Me dio sólo un beso El único beso que yo no pagué Na te pido Na me llevo Entre esas paredes dejo sepultas Penas y alegrías, que te doy y me diste Y esas joyas que ahora pa' otro lucirás
Don't Treat Me Like A Child Composer(s): Mike Hawker - John Schroeder Performer(s): Helen Shapiro
Well, just because Im in my teens And I still go to school Dont think that I been childish dreams Im nobodys fool Dont mother me, that makes me wild And please dont treat me like a child
Its often said that youngsters Should be seen and not be heard But I want you to realise That its quite absurd Dont wanna be so meek and mild So please dont treat me like a child
Gonna be my own adviser Cause my minds my own Then I will be much the wiser My own point of view Has got to be known
The best years of my life, I know Are those when I am young And since Im sure that this is so Gotta have my fun So if I feel like running wild Well, please dont treat me like a child
Gonna be my own adviser Cause my minds my own Then I will be much the wiser My own point of view Has got to be known
The best years of my life, I know Are those when I am young And since Im sure that this is so Gotta have my fun So if I feel like running wild Well, please dont treat me like a child
La Bicyclette Composer(s): Francis Lai - Pierre Barouh First release by: Yves Montand - 1969
Quand on partait de bon matin Quand on partait sur les chemins À bicyclette Nous étions quelques bons copains Y avait Fernand y avait Firmin Y avait Francis et Sébastien Et puis Paulette
On était tous amoureux d'elle On se sentait pousser des ailes À bicyclette Sur les petits chemins de terre On a souvent vécu l'enfer Pour ne pas mettre pied à terre Devant Paulette
Faut dire qu'elle y mettait du cur C'était la fille du facteur À bicyclette Et depuis qu'elle avait huit ans Elle avait fait en le suivant Tous les chemins environnants À bicyclette
Quand on approchait la rivière On déposait dans les fougères Nos bicyclettes Puis on se roulait dans les champs Faisant naître un bouquet changeant De sauterelles, de papillons Et de rainettes
Quand le soleil à l'horizon Profilait sur tous les buissons Nos silhouettes On revenait fourbus contents Le cur un peu vague pourtant De n'être pas seul un instant Avec Paulette
Prendre furtivement sa main Oublier un peu les copains La bicyclette On se disait c'est pour demain J'oserai, j'oserai demain Quand on ira sur les chemins À bicyclette
Don't Throw Your Love Away
((French Version: C'est Arrivé Comme Ça (Michèle Torr) - 1964))
Composer(s): Billy Jackson - Jim Wisner
First release by: The Orlons - 1963
Covered by multiple other artists
Don't throw your love away, no, no, no, no Don't throw your love away For you might need it someday
Don't throw your dreams away, no, no, no, no Keep them another day For you might need them someday
Lovers of today just throw their dreams away And play at love They give their love away To anyone who'll say "I love you"
Don't throw your love away, no, no, no, no Don't throw your love away For you might need it someday
Lovers of today just throw their dreams away And play at love They give their love away To anyone who'll say "I love you"
Go out and have your fun You better have your fun with anyone But don't throw your love away
Don't throw your love away, no, no, no, no Don't throw your love away For you might need it someday
Don't throw your love away, no, no, no, no Don't throw your love away, yeah
La Bête Immonde Composer(s): Claude Lemesle - Michel Fugain Performer(s): Michel Fugain
Elle est vivante, elle a encore La haine au ventre, la rage au corps La bête immonde
Qu'elle tourne au loin comme un vautour Ou Rampe et ronge tout autour La bête immonde
Depuis le temps qu'elle a fait le trou De sa tanière grise Là-bas, ici, partout Au coeur de chacun de nous Elle est l'enfant que la bêtise A conçu avec l'ombre La bête immonde
Depuis le temps qu'on laisse faire Tous les suppôts de son enfer La bête immonde
Qu'elle a vomi des Gestapo Dans toutes les guerres, tous les ghettos La bête immonde
Que les salauts dans les salons Lui trouvent des excuses Lui trouvent des raisons Plébiscitées par les cons Elle est la fille de la rue Qui naît des décombres La bête immonde
O pleure, pleure ma mère la terre Des larmes de siècles et de sang O pleure, pleure des gouttes d'océan
Sur les chants qui montent des wagons Les camps, les tortionnaires Les frères qui clouent leurs frères Au poteau des religions
O pleure ma mère la terre Au fond de tes entrailles gronde La bête immonde
Mais qui va lui planter le pieu dans le coeur? Qui va l'amputer du goût de l'horreur?
Elle qui étrangle les ethnies Etrangle les poètes Etouffe les hommes honnêtes Au baillon des calomnies Il lui faut faire sauter la tête Avec sa propre bombe La bête immonde
Depuis qu'elle nous pollue l'histoire A coup de glaive, à coup de gloire La bête immonde
Que son crachat sur ton drapeau Dépend de la couleur de peau La bête immonde
Depuis qu'elle rôde avec sa faux Emblème de son règne Depuis qu'elle dit Je t'aime Aux cagoules, aux échafauds Il faur cribler de chrysanthèmes Jusqu'à ce qu'elle succombe La bête immonde
O pleure, pleure ma mère la terre Des larmes de siècles et de sang O pleure, pleure des gouttes d'océan
Sur les bouquins, dans les bûchers Les cris des ratonnades Sur les croix des croisades Et les continents barbelés
O pleure, ma mère la terre Au fond de tes entrailles gronde La bête immonde
Mais qui va lui planter le pieu dans le coeur? Qui va l'amputer du goût de l'horreur?
O pleure, ma mère la terre Au fond de tes entrailles gronde La bête immonde
O pleure, ma mère la terre Au fond de tes entrailles gronde La bête immonde
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right
((Adapted from: Who's Gonna Buy You Ribbons (When I'm Gone) (Paul Clayton) - 1960))
Composer(s): Paul Clayton - Bob Dylan
Performer(s): Bob Dylan - 1963
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - N'y Pense Plus, Tout Est Bien (Hugues Aufray)
1965 - Itke Siis, Siitä Viis (Johnny & The Sounds)
1970 - È Inutile Sedersi E Domandarsi (Bobby Solo)
1992 - Glem Det Hele (Men Husk Hva' Du Sagde) (Peter Belli & De Nye Rivaler)
1999 - E Bine, Nu Te Razgîndi (Alexandru Andries)
2005 - Niin Vain On Ja Olkoon Nin (Åttopojat)
Well, it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
Given you don't know by now
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It'll never do somehow
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
But don't think twice, it's all right
So it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
An' it ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' walkin' down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right
So long, honey babe
I'm walking down that long and lonesome road
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye is too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right
La Berlue Composer(s): Françoise Hardy Performer(s): Françoise Hardy; Etienne Daho
Pour voir l'intérieur de ma tête ses eaux-plates, ses tempêtes et ses idées reçues pour voir l'intérieur de mon âme ses minuscules drames ses états mal vécus pour voir l'intérieur de mon cur ses films et ses erreurs et son peu d'étendue pour voir l'intérieur de ma tête il te faut des lunettes car tu as la berlue
Don't The Girls All Get Prettier At Closing Time Composer(s): Baker Knight Performer(s): Mickey Gilley; Ralph Emery
The girls all get prettier at closing time They all begin to look like movie stars The girls all get prettier at closing time When the change starts taking place It puts a glow on every face Of the falling angels of the back street bars
If I could rate'em on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm lookin' for a 9 but 8 would slip right in A few more drinks and I might slip to a 5 or even a 4 But when tomorrow morning comes And I wake up with a number 1 I swear I'll never do it anymore
The girls all get prettier at closing time They all begin to look like movie stars The girls all get prettier at closing time When the change starts taking place It puts a glow on every face Of the falling angels of the back street bars
Now, I don't mean to criticize the girls at all I know Robert Redford, even overhauls We all picture in our minds a girl that looks just right Ain't it funny, ain't it strange The way a man's opinion changes When he starts to face that lonely night
The girls all get prettier at closing time They all begin to look like movie stars The girls all get prettier at closing time When the change starts taking place It puts a glow on every face Of the falling angels of the back street bars
