Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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La Tendre Image Du Bonheur Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Roland rentrait de son collège Et dormait tard ces matins-là Je regardais tomber la neige En finissant mon chocolat Je voyais Lise à la fenêtre En contre-jour, et dans un coin Papa relisait une lettre En tenant Maman par la main
Alors, j'ai pris pour moi tout seul La tendre image dans mon cur Et d'aujourd'hui jusqu'au linceul Ce sera celle du bonheur
J'attendais l'heure de son solfège En regardant depuis l'entrée Les pas de Lise dans la neige Qui dessinaient comme un sentier Roland, pour terminer son rêve Faisait semblant d'être endormi Lorsque Maman, pour qu'il se lève Allait l'embrasser dans son lit
Alors, j'ai pris pour moi tout seul La tendre image dans mon cur Et d'aujourd'hui jusqu'au linceul Ce sera celle du bonheur
Le temps d'écrire quelques pages Il est passé quelques années Sur le décor et les visages Et puis Maman s'en est allée Lise vient dîner certains soirs Et Roland passe à l'occasion Papa m'appelle et vient me voir S'il est trop seul à la maison
Et j'ai gardé pour moi tout seul La tendre image du bonheur Mais d'aujourd'hui jusqu'au linceul Elle me déchirera le cur
Back To You
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell - Patrice Rushen
Performer(s): Bobby Caldwell
I was a fool to be Thinking just of me And I thought my self we're better off this way And I thought that leaving you Was the thing to do And I've regretted each and every single day Darlin' we had a lot to learn But our heart's returned And nothing's in our way Back to you I'm goin' back to you No I didn't know what love was But darlin' now I do And I know it might sound crazy But I've changed my point of view Guess I always knew I'd find my way Back to you I put our love behind Cause I made up my mind That I'd find a way to spend those lonely nights And I thought our love was gone But you proved me wrong, baby From the moment you came back into my life Darlin' we had a lot to learn But our heart's returned And nothing's in our way Back to you I'm goin' back to you No I didn't know what love was But darlin' now I do And my life has been so crazy Just because of missing you Living alone was hard to do Now that I'm in your arms again Make it forever more Back to you I'm goin' back to you No I didn't know what love was But darlin' now I do And I know it might sound crazy But I changed my point of view Guess I always knew I find my way Back to you
Y a un bruit dans le moteur ça doit être le facteur Je ne dormais qu'à moitié ça doit être le laitier Deux oiseaux sur l'édredon ce sont des Mout et Chandon Y a un odeur de brûlé ça doit être la télé Aha, aha, j'ai de la conversation aha, mm, grâce à la télévision Tout cela est très normal l'important, c'est le moral Telle est telle est ma télé telle est telle est ta télé
J'ai du sucre dans le sang qui doit faire six pour cent Il ne faut pas s'inquiéter tant qu'on garde la santé Il y a de l'air dans le vent c'est de la faute aux savants La pluie tombe de très haut comme dit la météo Oho, mm, je me pose des questions oho, mm, devant la télévision Je vais me tâter si je vais participer aux jeux Telle est telle est ma télé telle est telle est ta télé
Je me parle quelquefois mais je ne me réponds pas Je me suis téléphoné ça me répond occupé Quand je me vois dans la glace je vois un autre à ma place Il faudra que je m'assure s'y a quelqu'un dans mes chaussures Aha, mm, nous sommes quelques millions aha, mm, devant la télévision Tout finit par des chansons les choses étant ce qu'elles sont J'ai dominé tous mes vices n'oubliez pas le service!
Back To The Island
Composer(s): Leon Russell
First release by: Leon Russell - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists
Now the day is gone and I sit alone and think of you, girl
What can I do without you in my life?
I guess that our guessing game just had to end that way
The hardest one to lose of all the games we played
But the time is past for living in a dream world
Lying to myself can't make that scene
Of wondering if you love me or just making a fool of me
Well I hope you understand I just had to go back to the island
And watch the sun go down (sit and watch the sun go down)
Hear the sea roll in (listen to the sea roll in)
But I'll be thinking of you (yes, and I'll be thinking of you)
And how it might have been (thinking how it might have been)
Hear the night birds cry (listen to the night birds cry)
Watch the sunset die (sit and watch the sunset die)
Well I hope you understand I just had to go back to the island
Well all the fun has died, It's raining in my heart
I know down in my soul I'm really gonna miss you
But it had to end this way with all the games we played
Well I hope you understand I just had to go back to the island
And watch the sun go down (sit and watch the sun go down)
Hear the sea roll in (listen to the sea roll in)
But I'll be thinking of you (yes, and I'll be thinking of you)
And how it might have been (thinking how it might have been)
And watch the sun go down (sit and watch the sun go down)
Hear the sea roll in (listen to the sea roll in)
But I'll be thinking of you (yes, and I'll be thinking of you)
And how it might have been (thinking how it might have been)
Elle est bien finie la tarentelle de ma vie Tu as disparu sous le ciel trop grand d'Italie Que vienne l'ombre enfin Que j'oublie Oui j'oublie mon chagrin
"Je dois t'avouer Que ce matin dans la rue Rayonnante je t'ai vue" Près du Colisée heureuse "Tu lui souriais Dans la rue, dans la rue"
Elle est bien finie la tarentelle de ma vie Beaucoup d'amours se brisent sous le ciel d'Italie Je reprends le chemin Qui me mènera loin D'Italie, d'Italie
La Tour de Pise Peut bien s'écrouler Tout Venise s'engloutir Florence entière se noyer Dans la boue Et Rome s'abolir
Elle est bien finie la tarentelle de ma vie Je ne viendrai plus dans ce pays où tu n'es plus Je reprends le chemin Qui me mènera loin D'Italie, d'Italie
La Tour de Pise Sur toi peut s'écrouler Tout Venise t'engloutir Florence et toi vous noyer Dans la boue Après tout, je m'en fous
Back To The Hop
Composer(s): Joe Terranova - Dave White Tricker
Performer(s): Danny & The Juniors
Let`s go, let`s go, let`s go Let`s go, let`s go, everybody Back to the hop
Well, it`s Saturday night I got a dollar in my pocket (Dollar in my pocket) I`m going back to the hop And I`m really gonna rock it (Really gonna rock it)
I heard the jockey on the radio Announce it today (Shop shop doo wop) (Shop shop shoo wop) He said he`s got a lot of records
He`ll be giving away (Giving away)
So, put your twisting dress on 'Cause we gotta be gone Back to the hop (oh, yeah)
We`ll do the twist (Around and around) (And around and around) And then we`ll fish (Do the fish, do the fish) (Hey, hey)
Pony time is so doggone fine (Boogity boogity) (Boogity boogity shoop)
Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, everybody Back to the hop
Well, a lot a famous record stars Are making the scene (Making the scene) You know, a cat from South Philly And a guy from New Orleans (Guy from New Orleans)
They`re gonna sing to the records While the kids all shout (Shop shop doo bop) (Shop shop shoo bop) And then they`ll autograph Their pictures, then they`ll Pass them out (pass them out)
You know it`s lots of fun Come on, we better run Back to the hop (oh, yeah)
We`ll do the twist (Around and around) (And around and around) And then we`ll fish (Do the fish, do the fish) (Hey, hey)
Pony time is so doggone fine (Boogity boogity) (Boogity boogity shoop)
Come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, everybody Back to the hop
La Tactique Du Gendarme Composer(s): André Bourvil - Étienne Lorin Performer(s): André Bourvil
Un gendarme doit avoir de très bons pieds Mais c'est pas tout Mais c'est pas tout Il lui faut aussi de la sagacité Mais c'est pas tout Mais c'est pas tout Car ce qu'il doit avoir, et surtout C'est d'la tactiqu' De la tactiqu', dans la pratiqu' Comm' la montre a son tic tac Le gendarme a sa tactiqu' Attendez un peu que j'vous expliqu' La taca taca tac tac tiqu' Du gendarme... C'est de bien observer Sans se fair' remarquer. La taca taca tac tac tiqu' Du gendarme C'est d'avoir avant tout Les yeux en fac' des trous Contravention! Allez, allez Pas d'discussion! Allez, allez Exécution! Allez, allez J'connais l'métier La taca taca tac tac tiqu' Du gendarme C'est de verbaliser Avec autorité
Il y a ceux qui n'ont pas d'plaque à leur vélo Mais c'est pas tout Mais c'est pas tout Faut courir après tous les voleurs d'autos Mais c'est pas tout Mais c'est pas tout Les gens disent: "Oh, les gendarmes quand on a Besoin d'eux, ils ne sont jamais là" Je réponds du tac au tac Car, pensez, j'ai ma tactiqu' Attendez un peu que j'vous expliqu'
La taca taca tac tac tiqu' Du gendarme C'est d'être toujours là Quand on ne l'attend pas La taca taca tac tac tiqu' Du gendarme C'est d'être perspicac' Sous un p'tit air bonass' Contravention! Allez, allez Pas d'discussion! Allez, allez Exécution! Allez, allez J'connais l'métier La taca taca tac tac tiqu' Du gendarme C'est d'être constamment À ch'val sur l'règlement
Young And In Love Composer(s): Dick St John Performer(s): Dick & Deedee
When you're young and in love, so in love The whole world seems to know! Love is like a candle light Always giving off a glow
When you're young and in love, so in love All your troubles pass on by There is nothing in this whole wide world that could ever let you cry
When you're in love, you walk in the clouds The night time turns to day Any dark clouds that cover the sky They just seem to float away
When you're young and in love, so in love The whole world seems to know! Love is like a candle light Always giving off a glow The whole world seems to know When you're young and in love!
Back To The Days Of The Romans
Composer(s): Lou Christie - Twyla Herbert
Performer(s): Lou Christie
Let me save thee, save thee from the den of inequity
Let me save thee; we're repeating Roman hist'ry
Our mysteries on pencil & paper to touch a way of livin'
It's not in the bag, honey, I'll bunch & sag; the Romans did it
But I'll give you moonlight, old-fashioned moonlight
Like initials on a tree, saying that you love me
Back to the days of the Romans, baby, that's where we're goin'
(That's where we're goin') that's where we're goin'
Sing hallelujah, sing hallelujah
Let me save thee from walkin' the path of least resistance
Let me save thee, baby don't laugh with the Devil's existence
Those were fine, they were havin' some time
When Caesar lost his handle
I prayed for all, they were havin' a ball
On women & scare 'em
But I'll give you moonlight, old-fashioned moonlight
Like initials on a tree, saying that you love me
Back to the days of the Romans, baby, that's where we're goin'
(That's where we're goin') that's where we're goin'
Sing hallelujah, sing hallelujah
Moonlight, old-fashioned moonlight
Moonlight, old-fashioned moonlight
Back to the days of the Romans, baby, that's where we're goin'
(That's where we're goin') that's where we're goin'
Sing hallelujah, sing hallelujah
Back to the days of the Romans, baby, that's where we're goin'
(That's where we're goin') that's where we're goin'
Sing hallelujah, sing hallelujah
(repeat):
Sing hallelujah
Pretty Kitty Kelly Composer(s): Edward Nelson - Harry Pease Performer(s): Charles Harrison
Somewhere in Ireland, over the sea A sweet little colleen is waiting for me When I went away I said it won't be long Sure all day it's me who keeps singing this song
Pretty Kitty Kelly She's the only girl for me Pretty Kitty Kelly She is all my eyes can see! For there's not a colleen sweeter In the land where shamrock grows Than my pretty Kitty Kelly She's my wild Irish rose!
I wrote a letter to Kitty, my own And told her that I'd soon be starting for home I know when she reads it, will sure make her smile For faith, and I can't help but sing all the while
Pretty Kitty Kelly She's the only girl for me Pretty Kitty Kelly She is all my eyes can see! For there's not a colleen sweeter In the land where shamrock grows Than my pretty Kitty Kelly She's my wild Irish rose!
For there's not a colleen sweeter In the land where shamrock grows Than my pretty Kitty Kelly She's my wild Irish rose!
Back To The Carolina You Love
Composer(s): Grant Clarke - Jean Schwartz
Performer(s): Al Jolson
Carolina that's a State
And a girlie too
One who promised that she'd wait
For somebody I knew
Since he's gone I hear she's wed
How his lonesome heart has bled
This is all the poor boy said
"What is a fellow to do"
Carolina broke his heart
When she wouldn't wait
Tho' he must forget the girl
He remembers the State
Every year he loves to go
Down there where the roses grow
Once he said "I love her so
"But I'm a little too late"
Gone are the days I used to spend with Carolina
She had the sunshine in her laughter
Just like the State they named her after
Gone are the days the golden days I'm dreaming of
And still I seem to hear her say
"Will you be back
Will you be back, back to the Carolina you love?"
La Strega Composer(s): Angelo Branduardi Performer(s): Angelo Branduardi
Era una festa d 'estate e dodici anni lei compì fu la prima volta che negli occhi un uomo la guardò... Curava l'orto di suo padre e a guardarla lui si fermò era uno strano uomo che quel che sapeva le insegnò E l'oro ora lei nella sabbia sa trovare in lucido argento la cenere mutare... un corvo nero sarà, fuoco folletto se solo lo vorrà e quando lei canterà farà la luna trasalire un corvo nero sarà, fuoco folletto se solo lo vorrà Quello che c'è da sapere di questo mondo ora sa quello che è stato già, tutto_quello che sarà Era una festa d'estate il giorno che passò di là e fu la prima volta che negli occhi un uomo la guardò... Era una festa d'estate, felice lei lo seguì lasciò la casa di suo padre e per amore se ne andò. E all'alba ora lei a piedi nudi sa ballare e strane erbe lei in fondo ai pozzi sa trovare... un corvo nero sarà, fuoco folletto se solo lo vorrà e quando lei canterà farà la luna trasalire un corvo nero sarà, fuoco folletto se solo lo vorrà Quello che c'è da sapere di questo mondo ora sa quello che è stato già, tutto quello che sarà
Back to the blues Back to the blues Moi mes racines c'est des cordes de guitares
Back to the blues Back to the blues Moi mes racines c'est des cordes qui poussent
Back to the blues Back to the blues Moi mes racines c'est des tambours barbares
Back to the blues Back to the blues Moi mes racines c'est des tambours de brousse
Tous les esclaves l'ont chanté dans la peine Les hommes libres le chanteront dans la joie Chante le blues et tu comprendras Que le blues c'est le destin Qui t'attaches les pieds les mains Car le blues c'est comme l'amour Comme la nuit après le jour
Back to the blues Back to the blues C'est l'homme en noir qui t'indique la route
Back to the blues Back to the blues C'est l'homme en noir qui chante et qui te pousse
Back to the blues Back to the blues Moi mes racines c'est des cordes qui poussent
Back to the blues Back to the blues Moi mes racines c'est des tambours barbares
Back to the blues Back to the blues Moi mes racines c'est des tambours de brousse
Tous les esclaves l'ont chanté dans la peine Les hommes libres le chanteront dans la joie Chante le blues et tu comprendras Que le blues c'est le destin Qui t'attache les pieds les mains Car le blues c'est comme l'amour Comme la nuit après le jour
Back to the blues Back to the blues C'est l'homme en noir qui t'indique la route
Back to the blues Back to the blues C'est l'homme en noir qui chante et qui te pousse
Oh back to the blues Back to the blues C'est l'homme en noir qui t'indique la route
Back to the blues Back to the blues C'est l'homme en noir qui chante Oh qui chante Qui chante et qui te pousse
La Strada Del Bosco Composer(s): Gary DeMichele Performer(s): Claudio Villa
Vieni C'è una strada nel bosco Il suo nome conosco Vuoi conoscerlo tu Vieni È la strada del cuore Dove nasce l'amore Che non muore mai più Laggiú tra gli alberi Intrecciato coi rami in fior' C'è un nido semplice Come sogna il tuo cuor' Vieni C'è una strada nel bosco Il suo nuome conosco Vuoi conoscerlo tu Un usignolo a sera sospirerà Ed ogni fata in fronte ti bacierà Canta il tuo cuore il bosco la ninna nanna Mentre una culla bianca prepari tu Laggiù tra gli alberi Intrecciato coi rami in fior' C'è un nido semplice Come sogna il tuo cuor' Vieni C'è una strada nel bosco Il suo nome conosco, vuoi conoscerlo tu
Back To School Composer(s): Tom T. Hall Performer(s): Jeannie C. Riley
Wintertime comes early to the north part of this state I walk along the river where we used to come and skate The trees're now all gone and by the river there's a sign Trespassin' is a twenty dollar fine Lookin' up the road toward the schoolhouse on the hill That thing about an empty building causes me to chill My memory goes back to when the teacher rang the bell The day she sent you home for saying hell Walkin' past the building so important in my past The road is full of ol' discarded bottles and some trash I step behind the building as I shelter from the cold I see our names in letters big and bold
My fingers trace the letters of a work of art alone And I recall the day that you carved it in a stone Somehow I can see you now with books and coat in hand You always waved as down the hill you ran Cokes were just a nickel then and many were the times The two of us would sip them as if they were village wine And then on Graduation Day we bought the little ring And said that carats didn't mean a thing Now I retrace my footsteps to the cab that waits for me Looking back to see our names you carved upon a tree The driver says I look familiar asks me what's my name I say hurry I have to catch a plane
La Storia Di Serafino Composer(s): Adriano Celentano - Mike DelPrete Performer(s): Adriano Celentano
Perché continuano a costruire le case e non lasciano l'erba, non lasciano l'erba, non lasciano l'erba, non lasciano l'erba Eh no! se andiamo avanti così, chissà come si farà! chissà!
E così la seconda storia che vi voglio raccontare è quella del pastore Serafino! al mondo antico, chiuso nel suo cuore la gente del duemila ormai non crede più! Con le pecore e un cane fedele tre amici sempre pronti nei pascoli sui monti a una spanna dal "regno dei cieli" viveva felice così!
oh Serafino... difendi difendi la tua libertà! la libertà!
quel giovane pastore piaceva alle ragazze perché negli occhi aveva avventura! E quando prese in pugno la fortuna e un gruzzolo di soldi per caso ereditò
si fece una grande festa da fare girar la testa! scoppiarono i mortaretti, si fecero dei banchetti! Per tutti ci fu un sorriso, che giorni di paradiso per il pastore ricco Serafino!
regalò qualche cosa agli amici che gioia nel paese per quelle pazze spese Uno scialle, una radio, un coltello e una macchina rossa per se!
oh Serafino... le donne, le donne ti dicono di sì Beato te! "tiero, tiero, tiero, tiero, tierà, tierà, tierà" Lui spinge la macchina che in un burrone va e scoppierà!
dopo i giorni dell'allegria amaro resta il vino... si trova in tribunale Serafino! I suoi nemici per prendere i suoi soldi lo fan passar per matto e lui che fa! Si riprende le pecore e il cane gli amici sempre pronti e torna là sui monti nella casa più grande del mondo che soffitto e pareti non ha!
oh Serafino... difendi difendi la tua libertà! la libertà!
ti voglio bene pastore Serafino! Un uomo con il cuore da bambino!
e libero come aria purissima del mattino per vivere là sui monti ritorna Serafino!
Back Street Luv
Composer(s): Ian Eyre - Sonja Kristina - Darryl Way
First release by: Curved Air - 1971
Summer's comin', time to dream the day away And she's so sunny is the girl you met today Will she make it? Can she take it? Like to try love, such a shy love
Ragged backstreet, leanin' on the wall She weaves a story of her life before it all Did she give love? Could she feel love? Did she find love? Was it real love?
Where's your smile today? Did she let you down? Try to see she didn't mean to make you feel so sad
Ragged backstreet, sittin' on a wall She tells of men that she knew before it all When she made love she tried to find love, when she gives love she will find love
Summer's comin', time ... Where's your smile today ...
La Statue Composer(s): Jacques Brel - François Rauber First release by: Jacques Brel - 1962
J'aimerais tenir l'enfant de Marie Qui a fait graver sous ma statue "Il a vécu toute sa vie Entre l'honneur et la vertu" Moi qui ai trompé mes amis De faux serment en faux serment Moi qui ai trompé mes amis Du jour de l'An au jour de l'An Moi qui ai trompé mes maîtresses De sentiment en sentiment Moi qui ai trompé mes maîtresses Du printemps jusques au printemps Cet enfant de Marie je l'aimerais là Et j'aimerais que les enfants ne me regardent pas
J'aimerais tenir l'enfant de carême Qui a fait graver sous ma statue "Les Dieux rappellent ceux qu'ils aiment Et c'était lui qu'ils aimaient le plus" Moi qui n'ai jamais prié Dieu Que lorsque j'avais mal aux dents Moi qui n'ai jamais prié Dieu Que quand j'ai eu peur de Satan Moi qui n'ai prié Satan Que lorsque j étais amoureux Moi qui n'ai prié Satan Que quand j'ai eu peur du Bon Dieu Cet enfant de carême je l'aimerais là Et j'aimerais que les enfants ne me regardent pas J'aimerais tenir enfant de salaud Qui a fait graver sous ma statue "Il est mort comme un héros Il est mort comme on ne meurt plus" Moi qui suis parti faire la guerre Parce que je m'ennuyais tellement Moi qui suis parti faire la guerre Pour voir si les femmes des Allemands Moi qui suis mort à la guerre Parce que les femmes des Allemands Moi qui suis mort à la guerre De n'avoir pu faire autrement Cet enfant de salaud je l'aimerais là Et j'aimerais que mes enfants ne me regardent pas
Back Stabbers
Composer(s): Leon Huff - Gene McFadden - John Whitehead
First release by: The O'Jays - 1972
Covered by multiple other artists
(What they do!) (They smile in your face) All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers (back stabbers) (They smile in your face) All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers (back stabbers) All you fellows who have someone and you really care, yeah, yeah Then it's all of you fellows who better beware, yeah yeah Somebody's out to get your lady A few of your buddies they sure look shady Blades are long, clenched tight in their fist Aimin' straight at your back And I don't think they'll miss (What they do!) (They smile in your face) All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers (back stabbers) I keep gettin' all these visits from my friends, yeah, what they doin to me They come to my house again and again and again and again, yeah So are they there to see my woman I don't even be home but they just keep on comin' What can I do to get on the right track I wish they'd take some of these knives off my back (They smile in your face) All the time they want to take your place The back stabbers (back stabbers) Low down... dirty... (What they do!) (They smile in your face) Smiling faces... smiling faces sometimes tell lies (Back stabbers) (They smile in your face) I don't need... low down, dirty bastards (Back stabbers)
