Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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La Complainte De Mackie
((Adapted from: Die Moritat Von Mackie Messer (Kurt Gerron) - 1928))
Composer(s): Berthold Brecht - Kurt Weill - Boris Vian
Performer(s): Catherine Sauvage - 1965
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1954 - The Ballad Of Mack The Knife (Gerald Price)
1957 - Mack the Knife (Jonah Jones)
1991 - Mackie Messer (The Young Gods)
1994 - Moritat (Lyle Lovett)
2008 - Mackie Messer (Helmut Lotti)
Les dents longues, redoutables Le requin tue sans merci Le surin au fond d'la poche Sans reproche, c'est Mackie
Sur les bords de la Tamise Le sang coule dans la nuit On périt les poches vides Poches pleines, quelqu'un fuit
Gens de bien ou hommes riches Disparaissent au grand jour Sur leurs traces, quelqu'un passe Qui ramène le butin
Jenny Trowler agonise Un couteau entre les seins Sur les rives dans l'eau grise M'sieur Mackie s'en lave les mains
Et la veuve d'âge tendre Que l'on viole dans son lit Que l'on vole sans attendre Le gentleman, c'est Mackie
Le feu gronde dans la ville Le feu brille, la mort vient On s'étonne, on questionne Oui mais Mackie ne sait rien
Le sang coule des mâchoires Au repas du grand requin Mains gantées et nappe blanche M'sieur Mackie croque son prochain...
Down In Bom-Bombay Composer(s): Ballard Macdonald - Harry Carroll
If you're tired of this life, if you're lonely with one wife take my little tip, take your little grip take a little trip to India far away, down to Bom-Bombay
There the tropic breezes blow, there the waw waw bushes grow where the girls are nice, they eat curried rice, full of red hot spice in India far away, down in Bom-Bombay
Down in Bom-Bombay, where the palm trees sway, where you clap your hands then you give commands to those Indian bands to play a little tom-tom (hear 'em) There the girlies sway, in Oriental way Every cat has got nine lives, every man has got nine wives, down in Bom-Bombay Down in Bom-Bombay, where the palm trees sway, where you clap your hands then you give commands to those Indian bands to play a little tom-tom (hear 'em) There the girlies sway, in Oriental way Where you lead the simple life, every day a different wife, down in Bom-Bombay
Down! Down! Down! Down! Down! Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Oh! I fell in love Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda
Well, down in Bermuda Oh! I fell in love I met a pretty girl She gave her hand in love Down in Bermuda Gonna pass the day Down in Bermuda Is where I want to stay For I fell in love Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Well, down in Bermuda Is where I want to go I have a pretty girl oh! that she loves me so When she takes me in her arms And say that I'm the one Down in Bermuda Beneath the native sun For I fell in love Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda
Down in Bermuda Oh! Down in Bermuda Oh! Down in Bermuda Yes, down in Bermuda. Oh! I fell in love Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda
Well, down in Bermuda Is where I want to go I have a pretty girl Oh! she loves me so When she takes me in her arms And say I'm the one Down in Bermuda Beneath the native sun For I fell in love Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda Down in Bermuda
La Complainte De La Télé Composer(s): Léo Ferré Performer(s): Léo Ferré
On m'appell' la télé, la montreuse à tout-va Avant d'fair' le trottoir j'me les caill' sur les toits J'suis pas grand-chos' de bien, c'est sûr, mais ce qui m'gêne C'est leurs yeux interlopes qui me luxent les antennes... J'ai un gars qu'est direct et l'autre qu'on nomm' play-back Et tout ça s'pellicule et tout ça s'met en boîte Mais les clients sérieux c'est pas qu'ils m'embarrassent Et pour pas fair' d'envieux j'me les fais face à face
On m'appell' la télé, la montreuse électrique Et j'suis comme un' morphin' qu'endort la république Quand y a des pinailleurs qui m'soulèv'nt des problèmes Sur qui ou quoi ou qu'est-ce... j'leur dis: Jugez vous-mêmes Un ministre à l'année que l'trottoir indispose Entre deux cabinets fréquent' ma télé-close Pour les yeux affamés qui vont chercher fortune Dans mon lit à colonnes j'peux leur montrer ma Une
On m'appell' la télé des famill's tout c'qui y a d'mieux J'ai des ministres occultes à qui je fais les yeux J'suis la télé-partouze, final'ment, faut bien l'dire Qu'importe la partouze quand c'est pour le plaisir Des fois j'suis l'invisible, j'en ai qui marchent à ça T'as pas vu, mon coco, mes soutiens-caméras? Quand je suis exciting, y a de drôl's de poulets Qui fout'nt un carré blanc sur ce qu'ils vont lorgner
On m'appell' la télé et j'fais tous les quartiers Avec mes patt's en l'air j'ai l'voyeur assuré L'Olympe s'est vidé, l'music-hall du bisness Alors pour le remplir il tâte mon Palmarès Depuis qu'j'ai d'la Lectur' pour tous j'suis un peu snob J'bouffe avec Montherlant qui m'amélior' mon job Mais comm' le vendredi c'est le jour d'la morue Mon mac Panorama me fout au coin des rues
On m'appell' la télé d'la photo cavaleuse Sur mon trottoir là-haut j'me sens tout' transisteuse Tout comm' les fill's publiques qu'ont leur jour de sortie Moi pour prendre un coup d'air faut qu'j'me tap' le rugby Des fois j'suis comm' les grues qui font du sentiment J'fais pas payer trop cher et tout l'monde est content Des fois j'suis pas causeuse, c'est quand j'ai mes affaires Alors je dis: Barka! et j'prends l'frais mon p'tit père ...
Down Honolulu Way Composer(s): J.E. Dempsey - Earl Burtnett - Jos. A. Burke
I can see two eyes where in the lovelight gleams In my dreams, in my dreams I can hear a voice, as sweet as singing streams Calling me, it seems O'er the old lagoon I see the glow worm playing Shoreward I can see the shelt'ring palm trees swaying While from afar I can hear a guitar Someone keeps softly saying
Dreamy eyes are watching on a south sea isle All the while, all the while Pretty lips are waiting with a wistful smile My heart to be guile Softer than the water in the fountain falling Sweeter than an angel's evening song enthralling Whisp'ring to me of a blue, singing sea Nightly a voice is calling
Come where the moon is always shining Down Honolulu way Come where the Palm trees sway Nighttime is just like day And, while the sweet guitars are ringing We'll dream the night away Where the moonbeams play on the distant bay Down Honolulu way
La Complainte De Gaud Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Louiguy Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Au bout de ses jambes s'il a deux pieds C'est qu'il est fait pour bourlinguer Pour tenir bon malgré les grains Pour s'accrocher, pour aller loin Au bout de ses bras s'il y a deux mains C'est qu'il en a souvent besoin Pour frapper fort, pour frapper bien Ou pour lever un verre de vin Mais pendant Ce temps
La mer griffe le rivage Et sur son visage Meurt l'embrun ses yeux se brouillent Son regard patrouille Quand son âme fouille Sans remord La vague change son humeur étrange Apporte un mélange De pain que tu manges Et de mort
Au bout de son corps perche une tête Rusée, têtue, violente, honnête Aux idées saines, aux idées nettes Pleine de sang froid dans la tempête Mais dans tout ça domine un coeur Car l'homme entier est qu'un rêveur Qui vit seul avec ses amours À l'horizon de son retour Et pendant Ce temps
La mer griffe le rivage Et sur son visage Meurt l'embrun ses yeux se brouillent Son regard patrouille Quand son âme fouille Sans remord La vague change son humeur étrange Apporte un mélange De pain que tu manges Et de mort
Down Home Girl ((aka Forgive Me Jah (Super Cat) - 1995))
((French Version: Pour Être À Toi (Ronnie Bird) - 1965))
Composer(s): Artie Butler - Jerry Leiber
First release by: Alvin Robinson - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Lord I swear the perfume you wear Was made out of turnip greens And everytime I kiss you girl It tastes like pork and beans Even though you're wearin' them Citified high heels I can tell by your giant step You been walkin' through the cotton fields Oh, you're so down home girl
Everytime you monkey child You take my breath away And everytime you move like that I gotta get down and pray Don't you know that dress of yours Was made out of fiberglass And everytime you move like that I gotta go to Sunday mass Oh, you're so down home girl
Oh, you're so down home girl
I'm gonna take you to the muddy river And push you in Just to watch the water roll on Down your velvet skin I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans Down in Dixieland I'm gonna watch you do the second line With an umbrella in your hand Oh, you're so down home girl
I'm with ya baby You're so down home Ow! Yeah, too much Outta sight You're so down home girl
La Compagnia Composer(s): Carlo Donida - Mogol First release by: Marisa Sannia - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Mi sono alzato, mi son vestito e sono uscito solo per strada ho camminato a lungo senza meta finchè ho sentito cantare in un bar
canzoni e fumo ed allegria e ti ringrazio sconosciuta compagnia non so nemmeno chi è stato a darmi un fiore ma so che sento cantare il mio cuor ...
Felicità ti ho persa ieri ed oggi ti ritrovo già Tristezza va una canzone il tuo posto prenderà ...
Abbiam mangiato, e poi bevuto è mai possibile che ti abbia già scordato? eppure ieri morivo di dolore ma oggi sento più caldo il mio cuor ma oggi sento più caldo il mio cuor ...
Down Home Blues Composer(s): George Jackson First release by: Z.Z. Hill - 1982 Covered by multiple other artists
She said "Your party's jumpin' and ev'rybody's havin' a good time Now you know what's goin' through my mind Do you mind if I get comfortable and kick of these shoes While you're fixin' me a drink Play me some o' them down home blues"
She say "I don't get out much on the town And you know I done cut out a lot of that runnin' around All week long I've been keepin' my cool But tonight I'm gonna let my hair down And get down with these down home blues"
Down home blues (down home blues) Down home blues (down home blues) All she wanted to hear was some down home blues All night long, ev'ry other record or two She said "Take off those fast records And let me hear some down home blues"
She say "You know my ol' man is gonna wanna fight He calls ev'ry hour I'll be gettin in tonight But I don't care, tonight I'm gonna do as I choose I'm gonna lay my head back And party off these down home blues"
Down home blues (down home blues) Down home blues (down home blues) All she wanted to hear was these down home blues All night long, ev'ry other record or two She said "I'm gonna lay my head back And party off these down home blues"
Down home blues (down home blues) Down home blues (down home blues) All she wanted to hear was those down home blues All night long, ev'ry other record or two She said "I'm gonna lay my head back And party off these down home blues"
Down home blues (down home blues) Down home blues (down home blues) All see wanted to hear was those down home blues All night long, ev'ry other record or two She said "I'm gonna lay my head back And party off these down home blues"
Down home blues (down home blues) Down home blues (down home blues) All she wanted to hear was these down home blues All night long, ev'ry other record or two...
Down Home Again Composer(s): Steve Marriott Performer(s): Humble Pie
Well, the show's all over I'll just pack my guitar Well, what am I doing here, girl? Get up--c'mon make for your car Head on back to where the air is clear There's a young girl there Who's part of my life She says I'm her only I call her my wife I'm so glad to be back home again Well, let me sit down slowly Put my feet up somewhere I let it all out of my head Well a day-dreamin' guitar-pickin' Nothin'-doin' pint of milk Wakes up with the horrors Of a hotel bed But it's alright, there's a hand on my cheek And it belongs to the girl That makes my will power weak I'm so glad to be back home again Oh, get on home Well, there's a young girl there Who's part of my life She says I'm her only But I call her my wife I'm so glad to be back home again Ooh, ooh Get on home, yeah I'm so glad to be back home again I don't want your money But I just want your lovin' Well, I'm so glad to be back home again I don't want your money But I just want your lovin' I'm so glad to be back home again I don't want your money But I just want your lovin' I'm so glad to be back home again I don't want your money But I just want your lovin' I'm so glad I'm back home again I don't want your money But I just want your lovin'
La Commune Composer(s): Georges Coulonges - Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Il y a cent ans commun commune Comme un espoir mis en chantier Ils se levèrent pour la Commune En écoutant chanter Potier Il y a cent ans commun commune Comme une étoile au firmament Ils faisaient vivre la Commune En écoutant chanter Clément
C'étaient des ferronniers Aux enseignes fragiles C'étaient des menuisiers Aux cent coups de rabots Pour défendre Paris Ils se firent mobiles C'étaient des forgerons Devenus des meublots
Il y a cent ans commun commune Comme artisans et ouvriers Ils se battaient pour la Commune En écoutant chanter Potier Il y a cent ans commun commune Comme ouvriers et artisans Ils se battaient pour la Commune En écoutant chanter Clément
Devenus des soldats Aux consciences civiles C'étaient des fédérés Qui plantaient un drapeau Disputant l'avenir Aux pavés de la ville C'étaient des forgerons Devenus des héros
Il y a cent ans commun commune Comme un espoir mis au charnier Ils voyaient mourir la Commune Ah! Laissez-moi chanter Potier Il y a cent ans commun commune Comme une étoile au firmament Ils s'éteignaient pour la Commune Écoute bien chanter Clément
Down Here On The Ground
((Adapted from: Main Title (Lalo Schifrin) - 1968))
Composer(s): Lalo Schifrin - Gale Garnett
Performer(s): Gogi Grant - 1968
and multiple other artists
Down here in the ground It ain't no place for living No, no, no Down here on the ground Watching the sparrows fly high I watch the birds As they make their wings Flying solid free How I wish it were me But I'm down here on the ground And I'm wanting something better I'm down here on the ground Wanting something more
One morning soon I will find Some wings on my mind To take me high So if you hear a sound From down here on the ground My friends It's only me Trying to fly Trying to fly I would love to fly Because I'm tired of being Down here on the ground I'm tired of being Down here on the ground
One morning soon I will find Some wings on my mind To take me high So if you hear a sound From down here on the ground My friends It's only me Trying to fly Trying to fly I would love to fly Because I'm tired of being Down here on the ground I'm tired of being Down here on the ground
La Colpa È Tua Composer(s): Marchetti - Ciampi Performer(s): Dalida
E' partito E sprito il mio cuore Quanto tempo E passato da quando Volevamo quelle cose che ora Non hanno più senso
Come vedi Ora sono infelice Quanto tempo E passato da quando Io tenevo a quelle cose che ora Non voglio più avere
Ma la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua Sempre passeggio triste Il pomeriggio è troppo lungo Mai viene sera Ora io sono sola Tornando a casa Non trovo niente Sono smarrita
E' la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua Si la colpa è tua Perchè potevi Restare qui
Ora io sono sola Tornando a casa Non trovo niente Sono smarrita E' la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua, la colpa è tua Si, la colpa è tua Perchè potevi Restare qui
Down From Dover
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
First release by: Dolly Parton - 1970
Covered by multiple other artists
I know this dress I'm wearing doesn't hide the secret I have tried concealing
When he left he promised me he'd be back by the time it was revealing
The sun behind a cloud just casts the crawling shadow o'er the fields of clover
And time is running out for me I wish that he would hurry down from Dover
He's been gone so long when he left the snow was deep upon the ground
And I have seen a spring and summer pass and now the leaves are turning brown
And any time a tiny face will show itself cause waiting's almost over
But I won't have a name to give it if he doesn't hurry down from Dover
From Dover, from Dover
My folks weren't understanding when they found out they sent me from the homeplace
My daddy said if folks found out he'd be ashamed to ever show his face
My mama said I was a fool and she did not believe it when I told her
Mama everything's gonna be alright cause soon he'll be coming down from Dover
I found a place to stay out on a farm taking care of that old lady
She never asked me nothing so I never talked to her about my baby
I sent a message to my mom with a name and address of Miss ol' Grover
And to make sure he got that information when he came down from Dover
I loved him more than anything and I could not refuse him when he needed me
He was the only one I'd loved and I just can't believe that he was using me
He wouldn't leave me here like this I know it can't be so it can't be over
He wouldn't make me go through this so long he'll be coming down from Dover
My body aches the time is here it's lonely in this place where I'm a lyin'
Our baby has been born but something's wrong it's too still I hear no cryin'
I guess in some strange way she knew she'd never have a father's arms to hold her
So dying was her way of telling me he wasn't coming down from Dover
From Dover, from Dover, down from Dover, from Dover
Down Forget-Me-Not Lane
Composer(s): Bud Flanagan - Al Nicholls - Morgan Chester
Performer(s): Flanagan & Allen
Rainy days dont worry me Theres a rainbow that I can see And its waiting for me Down forget-me-not lane
Fortune never comes that way Ill keep singing a song each day Keeping troubles away From forget-me-not lane
Its just a heaven they made And if youre a stranger there Youll find a table well laid And youre welcome to a chair
Theres no high-brow etiquette Just plain people and once youve met They will never forget Down forget-me-not lane
(Allen) Rainy days dont worry me Theres a rainbow that I can see And its waiting for me Down forget-me-not lane
(Flanagan) Fortune never comes that way Ill keep singing a song each day Keeping troubles away From forget-me-not lane Its just a heaven they made And if youre a stranger there Youll find a table well laid And youre welcome to a chair
(Allen) Theres no high-brow etiquette Just plain people and once youve met
(Both) They will never forget Down forget-me-not lane
La Colombe ((English Version: La Colombe (by Judy Collins) - 1966)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel First release by: Jacques Brel - 1959
Pourquoi cette fanfare Quand les soldats par quatre Attendent les massacres Sur le quai d'une gare Pourquoi ce train ventru Qui ronronne et soupire Avant de nous conduire Jusqu'au malentendu Pourquoi les chants les cris Des foules venues fleurir Ceux qui ont le droit de partir Au nom de leurs conneries
Nous n'irons plus au bois la colombe est blessée Nous n'allons pas au bois nous allons la tuer
Pourquoi l'heure que voilà Où finit notre enfance Où finit notre chance Où notre train s'en va Pourquoi ce lourd convoi Chargé d'hommes en gris Repeints en une nuit Pour partir en soldats Pourquoi ce train de pluie Pourquoi ce train de guerre Pourquoi ce cimetière En marche vers la nuit
Nous n'irons plus au bois la colombe est blessée Nous n'allons pas au bois nous allons la tuer
Pourquoi les monuments Qu'offriront les défaites Les phrases déjà faites Qui suivront l'enterrement Pourquoi l'enfant mort-né Que sera la victoire Pourquoi les jours de gloire Que d'autres auront payés Pourquoi ces coins de terre Que l'on va peindre en gris Puisque c'est au fusil Qu'on éteint la lumière
Nous n'irons plus au bois la colombe est blessée Nous n'allons pas au bois nous allons la tuer
Pourquoi ton cher visage Dégrafé par les larmes Qui me rendait les armes Aux sources du voyage Pourquoi ton corps qui sombre Ton corps qui disparaît Et n'est plus sur le quai Qu'une fleur sur une tombe Pourquoi ces prochains jours Où je devrais penser À ne plus m'habiller Que d'une moitié d'amour
Nous n'irons plus au bois la colombe est blessée Nous n'allons pas au bois nous allons la tuer
Down Down
Composer(s): Francis Rossi - Rob Young
First release by: Status Quo - 1974
Get down deeper and down Down down deeper and down Down down deeper and down Get down deeper and down
I want all the world to see To see youre laughing And youre laughing at me I can take it all from you Again again again again again again again Deeper and down Down down deeper and down Down down deeper and down Down down deeper and down Get down deeper and down
I have all the ways you see To keep you guessing Stop your messing with me Youll be back to find your way Again again again again again again again Deeper and down Down down deeper and down Down down deeper and down Down down deeper and down Get down
Get down deeper and down Down down deeper and down Down down deeper and down Get down deeper and down
I have found out you see I know what youre doing What you`re doing to me Ill keep on and say to you Again again again again again again again Deeper and down Down down deeper and down Down down deeper and down Down down deeper and down Get down
La Colline De Blueberry Hill ((Adapted from: Blueberry Hill (by Sammy Kaye) - 1940)) Composer(s): Al Lewis - Vincent Rose - Larry Stock - Eddy Mitchell Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell - 1977
Versions In Other Languages: 1952 - Kirsebærvej (by Gustav Winckler) 1977 - Ejer Bavnehøj (by Bamses Venner) 2007 - Blueberry Hill (by Amaryllis Temmerman)
Sur la colline De Blueberry Hill Nos curs sont gravés Sur un rocher
La petite ville De Blueberry Hill Depuis tant d'années A vraiment changé
Des HLM, des buildings S'y sont implantés Des vieux promoteurs Rusés Ont tout fait raser
Le monde hostile De Blueberry Hill Est comme un démon Au cur de béton
Le vieux ciné de la plage L'ancien casino N'entendront plus le Piano De Fats Domino
Sous un parking De Blueberry Hill Nos curs sont gravés Sur un rocher
