Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Devil (Okay) ((Adapted from: Le Diable (Ça Va) (Jacques Brel) - 1954)) ((Dutch Versions: De Duivel (by Will Ferdy) - 1970; De Duivel (Micheline & Bruno Brel) - 2008)) Composer(s): Jacques Brel - Paul Francis Buck Performer(s): Marc Almond - 1989
One day the devil came above ground One day the devil came above ground To study his interests He saw everything The devil, he heard everything And having seen all Having heard all He returned to his home below And down below They organised a grand feast At the end of this feast The devil rose to deliver his speach This is the jist of what he said
Okay!
Okay The world up there is like a sea Of raging fires that spit and roar Okay And man has fought like crazy With dangerous games of war Okay Trains are derailed A crash His boys filled with ideals Place bombs on the tracks Well that creates original death That death creates without confession Confessions without remission Okay Nothing is sold But all is bought Honour and sainthood Okay And states change secretly Into anonymous societies Okay hey hey And the mighty extort their dollars From countries that are poor And Europe also rips the scars With it's post colonial gorge That creates death from starvation And starvation of nations Okay And man has seen so much of it That his eyes have become grey Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey And no songs seem to exist Except when sung on stage Okay They dispense with hired thugs And jack-ass poets get the elbow but in the papers everywhere Every shit has his photo That creates evil in honest folk And laughter in dishonest ones Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Hahaha! Okay! Hahaha! Okay
Big Bruce Composer(s): John H. Duffey Performer(s): Steve Greenberg; The Country Gentlemen
The folk history of America is the history of its heroes Big workin' men like John Henry, Paul Bunyan snd Big Bad John But today I'd like to introduce a new folk hero He didn't work in a mine, or in a railroad, or any of those strenuous occupations He worked in a beauty salon and his name was Bruce ...
Well ev'ry day at the salon you can see him arrive He stood six foot six, weighed one-o-five He's kinda narrow at the shoulders, narrow in the hips With a curl in his hair and a smile on his lips Big Bruce ... Big Bad Bruce
No-one seemed to know where Bruce came from He kinda swished into town and stayed all alone Never said much, kind o' quiet and shy And when he spoke at all, it was just to say "Hi" Big Bruce ... Big Bad Bruce
Same say he came from New Orleans Where he had a social group called the Cajun Queens Some say Hollywood or Beverly Hills Where he got arrested for passin' three-dollar bills That's Bruce
Then came the day o' that terrible fire Something went wrong in the number five dryer Into the chaos of those matronly caves Went Big Bad Bruce, a-just a-fannin' the flames Big Bruce ... Big Bad Brucey-Woosey
Well, the flames grew higher and the fire got worse And someone heard Brucey cry, "Mercy, I forgot my purse!" Into the fire with a squeal and a shout We waited an hour, but he never came out Poor Bruce ... Poor old Bruce
Where that salon once stood is a grocery store But his name will live for evermore In the annals of time and in the hall of fame As a gay young cat who went down in flames Big Bruce
Le Dernier Slow ((Adapted from: Blu (Luciano Angeleri) - 1979))
Composer(s): Luciano Angeleri - Claude Lemesle - Pierre Delanoë
Performer(s): Joe Dassin - 1979
Versions In Other Languages:
1979 - Droom (Benny Neyman)
1980 - Save Me The Dance (Perry Como)
Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow Comme si l'air du temps se trompait de tempo Et si ce soir on dansait le dernier slow Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco
C'était pourtant bien De danser très doux Et de se fondre au point D'oublier tout autour de nous C'était pourtant bon Et moi j'étais pour Finir sur les violons Pour commencer l'amour
Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco
On ne verra plus Ces joue contre joue Entre deux inconnus Qui n'avaient pas de rendez-vous Mais on verra bien C'est gagné d'avance Les amoureux de demain Vont nous inventer d'autres danses
Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco Et si ce soir, on dansait le dernier slow Un peu de tendresse au milieu du disco...
Big Brother's Still Watching Composer(s): Steve Lukather; Richard Marx; Fee Waybill Performer(s): The Tubes
The silent horde comes creeping through the night Shuns the lights and cameras staying out of sight We've been warned There's no one else to blame Take your medicine before they take your brain
I can't believe there's no one listening
Talking heads explain the latest new reform You won't get much to say until you've been reborn
Look at the eyes there's something missing
Don't you think it strange how they only change the name Where's the open door Well it's on the thirteenth floor I know you've heard it all before
Big Brother's watching us with eyes in the sky I think I've had enough of asking why
I know they're still watching us No where to hide It's time to turn and fight for your life
All the time you spent hiding in the dark Take your poison pen and stab it in their heart
That may arouse a slight suspicion
Don't you think it's weird 'til they passify your fears Change the right to wrong and we follow right along The bouncing ball will lead us on
Big Brother's watching us with eyes in the sky I think I've had enough of asking why I know they're still watching us No where to hide It's time to turn and fight for your life
Big Brother Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Bateaux panaméens, marchands d'armes français Tueurs américains, matériel japonais Capitaux catholiques, call-girls asiatiques Big Brother is watching you!
Des vrilles dans les dents, les paupières brûlées Voyageur du sertao des déserts cendrés Les prisons sont fertiles et la vie si fragile ... Big Brother is watching you!
Là où la CIA surveille le magot Il y a le KGB qui fait ton numéro Et si tu leur fais face, ils t'tireront dans le dos Big Brother is watching you!
Ton pognon se ballade dans de petits lingots De New York à Lausanne en passant par Rio Et tu verses à l'épargne, et tu verses à l'impôt Big Brother is watching you!
T'es vivant camarade! Ça vient d'être un délit Fais ton autocritique sur ton crâne poli Inscris ton matricule numéro du zombie Big Brother is watching you!
Big Brother te regarde de son il de plâtre Parano et livide, décervelé noirâtre On arrive bientôt, 1984! Big Brother is watching you!
Je t'aime au plus profond au-dessus des salauds Mais aurai-je le temps de trouver mon îlot Avant que dans le ciel ne revienne à nouveau Big Brother is watching you!
Big Boy Pete ((aka The Jolly Green Giant (The Kingsmen) - 1965))
Composer(s): Don Harris - Dewey Terry
First release by: Don & Dewey and Their Band - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
Woo!
The joint was a jumpin' on the corner (yeah-yeah) Down on a Honky Tonk Street (yeah-yeah) When all of a sudden up drove a Cadillac (yeah-yeah) And out stepped a cat named Pete
Diamonds on-a every finger (yeah-yeah) Wore a tailor-made suit He smoked a black cigar (so what?) He wore a Stetson hat (yeah) He wore a pair-a cowboy boots
He busted on through the doorway (yeah-yeah) Bad as-a he could be (yeah-yeah) He pulled out his pistol, he turned around He said, 'My name is a Big Boy Pete'
The music stopped, there wasn't a sound A-over in the corner stood-a, Bad Man Brown Brown smiled a grin, he said, 'My friend' ('You take your 3 steps forward and I'm 'onna-a, clue you in')
Now Pete said, 'A look it, here buddy' (yeah-yeah) 'Fore I tan your hide' (yeah-yeah) I got a forty-five to keep me alive Seven bullets on my side
Brown pulled a knife, he jumped on Pete They fought from the counter right on out to the street They swung from north, they swung from south Brown cut that black cigar right outta Pete's mouth! Pete hit the ground, he yelled and screamed (Pete took his Stetson hat and beat the scene)
Now if you're ever down on the corner (yeah-yeah) Down on-a Honky Tonk Street (yeah-yeah) Don't mess with Brown (yeah-yeah) He'll cut you down Take a message from-a Big Boy Pete
Big Boss Man Composer(s): Luther Dixon; Al Smith Originally performed by: Jimmy Reed Covered by various other artists
Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all
You got me working boss man, a workin' around the clock I want a little drink of whiskey, you sure won't let me stop Big boss man, can't you hear me when I call? You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all
I'm gonna get me a boss man, one gonna treat me right I work hard in the daytime, sure get drunk at night
You ain't so big, you just tall, that's just about all
Qui me donne envie de lancer un cri De chanter, de danser D'sauter comme un cabri D'sauter comme un cabri De lancer un cri, un long cri Envie de crier yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh Alors dis le Ah, vas-y, vas-y Dis-le Viens dépêche-toi Et jure moi tout bas Que tu as besoin de moi Que tu n'aimes que moi Que tu pleures que pour moi Viens me dire tout ça Viens me dire tout ça Tout bas, tous bas
Je m'rappelle qu'à neuf ans Je n'aimais que toi, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh J'étais fou de tes longs, de tes longs cheveux Maintenant que t'es grande Tu ne veux plus de moi, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh Tu veux me quitter Tu veux me laisser tomber
Mais sache mon amour Que moi je t'aime depuis toujours Tu étais si gentille hé hé hé Que j'aurais volé pour toi Ah, si tu me quittes à jamais Plus personne d'autre je n'aimerai Je veux que tu sache tout ça Qu'à la seconde où je te vois
Tu me donne envie de lancer un cri De chanter de danser D'sauter comme un cabri D'sauter comme un cabri De lancer un cri, un long cri
Big boss man J'accours dès que tu m'appelles Big boss man Je suis l'employé modèle Avec mon air soumis Je cache mon hypocrisie Tu te dis bon français Pourtant tous tes bénéfices Dorment en Suisse Tu ne gardes que la monnaie Oh! Big boss man J'accours dès que tu m'appelles Je suis un vers de terre Toi on te crains, on te vénère Cher grand patron
Je te parie un million Contre une poignée d' main Que tu n' feras Jamais la grève de la faim Oh ! Big boss man Tu m'as augmenté un peu Mais ce peu est si peu Que ton humour en est douteux Cher grand patron
Le Crabe Composer(s): Étienne Roda-Gil - Bernard Estardy Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
J'ai mis un crabe dans le bocal où mes deux poissons s'ennuyaient j'ai mis un crabe dans le bocal où mes deux poissons s'ennuyaient entre des algues de bazar ils vivaient là tranquillement mais les deux pinces de métal menacent leurs écailles à present j'ai planté deux grands citronniers bien amers dans la maison et puis j'ai coupé leurs racines ils pousssent maintenant sans raison mon aquarium et mon verger sont l'exemple de ma douceur pourque mon bonheur soit parfait j'ai mis un crabe dans ton cur et de sa démarche bancale il modifie le cours du temps et toi je te vois revenir au bon gré de ses pincements et si un jour je me lassais au point de m'ennuyer bien trop je jetterais dans le vocal ton cur qui est couvert d'écailles j'ai mis un crabe dans le bocal où mes deux poissons s'ennuyaient...
The earth's a Big Blue Marble When you see it from out there The sun and moon declare Our beauty's very rare
Folks are folks and kids are kids We share a common name We speak a different way But work and play the same
We sing pretty much alike Enjoy spring pretty much alike Peace and love we all understand And laughter, we use the very same brand
Our differences, our problems From out there there's not much trace Our friendships they can place While looking at the face Of the Big Blue Marble in space
Le Coup De Grâce Composer(s): Claude Moine - Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
T'éteins l'moteur Coupes la radio T'as choisi l'heure Le temps, l'endroit Les moindres mots T'as répété Réfléchi préparé Le grand discours d'adieu Pense à mouiller tes yeux Tu m'as aimé Blessé touché Très bien visé Ciblé plein cur T'es entraînée Tu vas m'achever Comme une bête enragée J'suis pas l'genre de gibier Difficile a piéger Le coup de grâce Le coup de grâce Quand vas-tu le donner? Le coup de grâce Le coup de grâce Quand vas-tu le donner? Oublie, efface On peut toujours rêver Recours en grâce J'suis bon acteur J'connais les mots D'amour menteurs Qui brisent les curs J'en fais pas d'trop Faut m'pardonner Qui pourrait mieux t'aimer Pas coupable (?), pas d'aveux J'pense à mouiller mes yeux Le coup de grâce Le coup de grâce Pourras-tu le donner? Le coup de grâce Le coup de grâce Pourras-tu le donner? Oublie, efface On peut toujours rêver Recours en grâce Recours en grâce...
Big Blue Diamonds Composer(s): Earl "Kit" Carson Performer(s): Little Willie John
Big diamonds, big blue diamonds, on her finger (On her finger) Yes, 'stead of a little band of gold (Big blue diamond) Big diamonds (big blue diamonds) Big blue diamonds (big blue diamonds) Tell a story of the love That the one man could ever hold (Of them all)
She wanted more than I had money to buy So she left me, then got lonesome, I am told Big diamonds, blue diamonds Now she'll trade them in For love behind little band of gold (Little diamonds)
Big diamonds (big diamonds) Big blue diamonds (big blue diamonds) How they sparkle But what can they do to warm your soul? (Warm her soul) When you're lonesome in the moonlight Want the lovin', yes Big as diamonds (diamonds) They're blue diamonds (diamonds) They're so wreckless and cold (Big blue diamonds)
I'd gladly do my part to mend her broken heart But the last one over grows cold Big diamonds (diamonds) Big blue diamonds (blue diamonds) I don't want them, no-no I just want a love behind a band of gold (A band of gold)
Le Coup De Foudre Composer(s): Pierre Papadiamandis Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Mes nuits ne sont plus les mêmes Mais rien n'a changé Je demeure toujours le même Je suis l'étranger Tu m'ignores, je t'indiffère J'essaie de briller Je vais apprendre à ne plus parler Découvrir l'humilité Oublier l'homme effacé Et la
Tu me voudras Tu ne voudras que moi Le coup de, de coup de foudre Retombera sur toi Tu me voudras Tu ne voudras que moi Le coup de, de coup de foudre Retombera sur toi
On ne peut pas vivre seul Comme tu le fais Un bonheur n'est jamais seul Ça se saurait Tu dis que je joue un rôle Que je suis surfait Je vais apprendre à ne plus parler Découvrir l'humilité Oublier et m'effacer Et la
Tu me voudras Tu ne voudras que moi Le coup de, de coup de foudre Retombera sur toi Tu me voudras Tu ne voudras que moi Le coup de, de coup de foudre Retombera sur toi Retombera sur toi Retombera sur toi Retombera sur toi
Tu me voudras Tu ne voudras que moi Le coup de, de coup de foudre Retombera sur toi Tu me voudras Tu ne voudras que moi Le coup de, de coup de foudre Retombera sur toi Tu me voudras Tu ne voudras que moi Le coup de, de coup de foudre Retombera sur toi
