Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Le Lac Huron Composer(s): Francis Cabrel Performer(s): Francis Cabrel
Je suis tombé au premier matin Devant ma mère à genoux On m'a fait boire le lait des chiens Chauffé sur les cailloux Encore aujourd'hui Quand j'ai le sang qui bout Quand je sens que monte l'orage Je peux hurler jusqu'à ce que les loups Viennent me lécher le visage Je savais lire les marques du temps Sur les écorces des arbres Je savais compter les éclats de marbre Sur la peau des serpents Ma faisait des milliers, des millions d'années Que c'était suffisant Ils sont quand même venus chercher mes enfants Pour leurs écoles fédérales Ce soir je marche Comme avant, nous marchions Comme quand la lune était large Au bord du lac, au bord du lac Huron On m'a fait vivre pour d'autres règles On m'a fait suivre d'autres lois On m'a dit "petit le vent ne se lève pas Sur les plumes des aigles" Je ne sais plus reconnaître tes empreintes Ni dessiner mes discours J'pourrais même plus t'écrire des phrases d'amour Sur ma figure peinte Ce soir je marche Comme avant, nous marchions Comme quand la lune était large Au bord du lac, au bord du lac Huron Le monde a tourné trop vite Il t'a emporté tout droit T'as pas eu le temps de prendre Tes racines avec toi Le jour où tu trouveras que ton histoire Est trop jeune Y aura plus personne dans l'Indian Reservation Indian On a vu tomber aux pieds des visages pâles Le dernier caribou Pendant qu'épuisé, il rêvait debout Contre les murs de toiles Je ne sais même pas ce que peuvent en penser Les grands manitous Quand la nuit tombe, je perds mon chemin Dans toutes ces étoiles Toutes ces étoiles Ce soir je marche Comme avant, nous marchions Comme quand la lune était large Au bord du lac Ce soir je marche Comme avant, nous marchions Comme quand la lune était large Au bord du lac, au bord du lac Huron
Billy The Kid Composer(s): Andrew Jenkins Performer(s): Woody Guthrie
I'll sing you a true song of Billy the Kid I'll sing of the desperate deeds that he did Way out in New Mexico, long long ago When a man's only chance was his own 44
When Billy the Kid was a very young lad In the old Silver City he went to the bad Way out in the West with a gun in his hand At the age of twelve years he first killed his man
Fair Mexican maidens play guitars and sing A song about Billy, the boy bandit king How ere his young manhood had reached its sad end He'd a notch on his pistol for twenty-one men
'Twas on the same night when poor Billy died He said to his friends: "I am not satisfied There are twenty-one men I have put bullets through And sheriff Pat Garrett must make twenty-two"
Now this is how Billy the Kid met his fate The bright moon was shining, the hour was late Shot down by Pat Garrett, who once was his friend The young outlaw's life had now come to its end
There's many a man with a face fine and fair Who starts out in life with a chance to be square But just like poor Billy he wanders astray And loses his life in the very same way
Billy Porter Composer(s): Mick Ronson Performer(s): Mick Ronson
Walking down an empty road I saw a man in old grey clothes A stranger
Passing by he smiled at me But when I looked I realised the danger
For his eyes they looked so empty and cold And something told me that I'm gonna be rolled In my pocket only cents and dimes But then for them he'd gladly kill me
Walking past and walking fast I managed just to slip around a corner
Thought he'd hear my running feet As I went pounding down the street Like thunder
Well I've never heard my heart beat so fast And I've never been so scared in the past And I never ever realised That this place could be evil to me
Billy Porter You didn't tell me that I needed a gun Billy Porter When you wrote you said That this place is fun What have I done
Well I've never heard my heart beat so fast And I've never been so scared in the past And I never ever realised That this place could be evil to me Let me tell ya'
Now Billy's smart and Billy's tough He's good to have When the going's rough He told me
"Don't go out on your own at night For if you do you'll have to fight Stay by me"
Now he's teaching me Each and every day And I think that in this place I might stay And I never, ever realised What a roughneck I would turn out to be
Billy Porter You never told me that I needed a gun Billy Porter When you wrote you said That this place is fun What can be done
Billy Porter You never told me that I needed a gun Billy Porter When you wrote you said That this place is fun
Billy Porter You never told me that I'd be on the run Billy Porter What would father say if he saw his son Billy Porter You never told me that I needed a gun Billy Porter When you wrote you said That this place is fun
Le Jour, La Nuit ((aka Je Veux Savoir (by Anne Renée)- 1974)) ((Adapted from: You Won't See Me (by The Beatles) - 1965)) Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney - Eric Charden Performer(s): Stone - 1966
Chanter ça me plaît Le jour la nuit Chanter ça me plaît Le jour la nuit J'aime autant chanter À midi qu'à minuit Chanter ça me plaît Le jour la nuit Le jour la nuit
M'amuser me plaît Le jour la nuit M'amuser me plaît Le jour la nuit J'aime autant m'amuser À midi qu'à minuit M'amuser ça me plaît Le jour la nuit Le jour la nuit
Je fais ce que je veux Ce que je désire Je fais ce que je veux Ce à quoi j'aspire
La vie ça me plaît Le jour la nuit La vie ça me plaît Le jour la nuit J'aime autant la vivre À midi qu'à minuit La vie ça me plaît Le jour la nuit Le jour la nuit
Billy Le Bordelais Composer(s): Joe Dassin; Pierre Delanoë Performer(s): Joe Dassin
Dès sa naissance C'est fou quand on y pense Avec violence Il refusa le lait Que sa nourrice Une fille sans malice Venue de Suisse Gentiment lui donnait
Car le bon vin de Saint Emilion Ça vous donne un cur de lion À condition d'en mettre dans les biberons C'etait un bébé ni beau, ni laid Avec des petits mollets Mais déjà le monde l'appelait Billy le Bordelais (qui?) Billy le Bordelais
L'enfant terrible Avait l'horreur morbide De ce liquide Que l'on appelle de l'eau La plus mauvaise Etant la flotte anglaise Billy à l'aise Nous vengea d'Waterloo
Car le bon vin de Saint Emilion Ça vous donne un cur de lion Ah qu'il était content le Napoléon Il dit à Billy "Toi tu me plais Pour tout ce que tu as fait Moi je te donne la Bourgogne" Billy le Bordelais (qui ça?) Billy le Bordelais
De la Castille À la mer des Antilles Toutes les filles De Billy raffolaient Des Mésalines Des reines et des tsarines Des Ursulines Tout le monde y passait
Car le bon vin de Saint Emilion Ça vous donne un cur de lion Pour trousser les jupons et les cotillons Avec tous les enfants qu'il a fait Je me demande si tu n'es Ou si je ne suis pas un bâtard de Billy le Bordelais (qui?) Billy le Bordelais
Messieurs, Mesdames Voici la fin du drame L'adieu aux armes Laissez vos larmes couler Billy l'unique Billy le magnifique C'est historique Est mort assassiné
Car le bon vin de Saint Emilion Ça vous donne un cur de lion Mais l'ennemi guettait le pauvre garçon On lui a glissé dedans son verre De l'eau à dose mortelle Il est mort dans un dernier glouglou
Billy le Bordelais (qui?) Billy le Bordelais (non!) Billy le Bordelais (c'est vrai?) Billy le Bordelais
Prince, Duc ou Marquis Ou Monsieur de Bordeaux Ton sang est fait de vin Bien plus qu'il ne l'est d'eau Aussi, je te dédie cette histoire attachante Espérant que demain, toi aussi tu la chantes
Le Jour Où L'on Ne Vit Pas Performer(s): Salvatore Adamo
Oui, c'est comme ça, il y a des jours où l'on ne vit pas C'est comme ça, il y a des jours où rien ne va des jours de plein soleil où l'on a si froid que les plus pauvres joies vous glissent entre les doigts C'est comme ça, il y a des jours où l'on ne vit pas
On sort de son lit et déjà le miroir vous tue d'un regard désenchanté Tiens, il ne pleut pas et on reprend espoir mais déjà l'ennui dessucre le café On arrose des fleurs qui ne s'ouvrent pas et même le piano refuse son la C'est comme ça, il y a des jours où l'on ne vit pas
Je plonge dans la foule comme dans la mer - au fil du courant je t'aperçois - et malgré moi, je fais le chemin à l'envers chacun de mes pas m'éloigne de toi Je t'avais reconnue, c'est toi dont je rêvais et tu ne m'as pas vu, c'est moi que tu cherchais C'est comme ça, il y a des jours où l'on ne vit pas
Je croise des enfants, ils ont les cheveux blonds Ils parlent de la guerre qu'ils feront demain devant un vieillard qui joue avec un cerf-volant comme s'il tenait le fil de sa vie dans sa main Je m'approche de lui, il fuit Dieu sait pourquoi Le fil se casse et le vieux pleure devant moi C'est comme ça, il y a des jours où l'on ne vit pas
On appelle un ami pour entendre une voix - Amène ton cafard, tu es le bienvenu! - et les mots se cognent à votre désarroi On s'aperçoit soudain qu'on ne se comprend plus Les plus beaux souvenirs et projets, rien n'y fait on se retrouve idiots et plus seuls que jamais C'est comme ça, il y a des jours où l'on ne vit pas il y a des jours où l'on ne vit pas
Billy Don't Be A Hero Composer(s): Peter Callander; Mitch Murray Performer(s): Paper Lace
The marchin' band came down along Main Street The soldier blues fell in behind I looked across and there I saw Billy Waiting to go and join the line And with her head upon his shoulder His young and lovely fiancée From where I stood I saw she was cryin' And through her tears I heard her say
Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife And as Billy started to go she said keep your pretty head low Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me
The soldier blues were trapped on a hillside The battle raging all around The sergeant cried, "We've got to hang on, boys! We've got to hold this piece of ground I need a volunteer to ride out And bring us back some extra men" And Billy's hand was up in a moment Forgettin' all the words she said
She said Billy, don't be a hero, don't be a fool with your life Billy, don't be a hero, come back and make me your wife And as Billy started to go she said, keep your pretty head low Billy, don't be a hero, come back to me
I heard his fiancee got a letter That told how Billy died that day The letter said that he was a hero She should be proud he died that way I heard she threw that letter away ...
Le Jour Où Je Deviendrai Gros Composer(s): Jean Ferrat Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Séchez vos pleurs belles maîtresses Nous ne nous choquerons plus les os Voici venir des jours de liesse Voici venir l'amour nouveau Sur mes genoux comme à confesse Vous pourrez vous tenir au chaud
Le jour le jour le jour le jour Où je deviendrai gros
Plus s'agrandira ma bedaine Plus s'amoindrira mon cerveau Comme Jeanne filant la laine Entendait les voix du très haut Plût à vous vierges souveraines Que je ne sois qu'un peu dévot
Le jour le jour le jour le jour Où je deviendrai gros
Tous les soirs au café de France Devant mon troisième pernod À des notables d'importance Je réciterai mon crédo Que je suis fier de notre France De ses bourgeois et généraux
Le jour le jour le jour le jour Où je deviendrai gros
La rosette à la boutonnière Je saluerai bas le drapeau J'écouterai les légionnaires Chanter le temps du sable chaud En versant des larmes amères Sur nos colonies, les salauds
Le jour le jour le jour le jour Où je deviendrai gros
Le doute se glisse en mon âme Me met des frissons dans le dos C'est le régime que ma femme Voudra m'imposer illico Devrai-je vivre autant de drames Que je mangerai de perdreaux
Le jour le jour le jour le jour Où je deviendrai gros
Puisque contre moi tout se ligue Comment choisir entre deux maux Etre un semblant d'escartefigue Ou bien rester dedans ma peau Si je suis gras comme une figue Je serai con comme un pruneau
Le jour le jour le jour le jour Où je deviendrai gros
La Bonne Du Curé Composer(s): Charles Leval - Tont Montoya - Tony Roval Performer(s): Annie Cordy
J'voudrais bien mais j'peux point C'est point commode d'être à la mode Quand on est bonn' du curé C'est pas facile d'avoir du style Quand on est un' fille comm' moié Entre la cure et les figures Des grenouilles de bénitier La vie est dure quand on aim' rigoler
Mais quand le diable qu'est un bon diable me tire par les pieds Ça me gratouille, ça me chatouille, ça me donn' des idées J'fais qu'des bêtises derrièr' l'église J'peux point m'en empêcher Dieu me pardonne j'suis la bonn' du curé
J'voudrais bien mais j'peux point Je voudrais mettre un' mini jupette Et un corsage à trous trous Mais il parait que pour fair' la quête Ça ne se fait pas du tout Quand je veux faire un brin de causette Avec les gars du pays J'file en cachette derrièr' la sacristie
Mais quand le diable qu'est un bon diable me tire par les pieds Ça me gratouille, ça me chatouille, ça me donn' des idées J'fais qu'des bêtises derrièr' l'église J'peux point m'en empêcher Dieu me pardonne j'suis la bonn' du curé
J'voudrais bien mais j'peux point Quand c'est la fête j'en perds la tête J'voudrais ben aller danser J'voudrais monter en motocyclette Pour me prom'ner dans les prés Et qu'un beau gars me compte fleurette Avec des disqu's à succès Car les cantiques ça n'vaut pas Claude Françoué
Mais quand le diable qu'est un bon diable me tire par les pieds Ça me gratouille, ça me chatouille, ça me donn' des idées J'fais qu'des bêtises derrièr' l'église J'peux point m'en empêcher Dieu me pardonne j'suis la bonn' du curé
Billy Dee Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson Performer(s): Kris Kristofferson
Billy dee was seventeen when he turned twenty-one Fooling with some foolish things he couldve left alone But he had to try to satisfy a thirst he couldnt name Driven towards the darkness by the devil in his veins All around the honky tonks, searching for a sign Gettin by on gettin high on women, words and wine Some folks called him crazy, lord, and others called him free But we just called us lucky for the love of billy dee
Busy goin his own way and speakin his own words Facin and forgettin every warnin that he heard Makin friends and takin any crazy chance he could Gettin busted for the bad times and believin in the good Billy took a beatin from a world he meant no harm The score was written in the scars up on his arm Some felt he was payin for the life he tried to lead But all we felt was sorry for our good friend billy dee
It may be his soul was bigger than a bodys oughta be Singin songs and bringin laughter to the likes of you and me Cause the world he saw was sadder than the one he hoped to find But it wasnt near as lonesome as the one he left behind Yesterday they found him on the floor of his hotel Reachin towards the needle, lord, that drove him down to hell Some folks called it suicide, others blame the speed But we all called it crucified when billy dee o.d.d
Billy Broke My Heart At Walgreens (I Cried All The Way To Sears)
Billy Broke My Heart At Walgreens (I Cried All The Way To Sears) Performer(s): Ruby Wright
(Pete Drake's "Talking Guitar" Billy broke my heart at Walgreens and I cried all the way to Sears)
Over a drink with those who think young I got the sad news While having lunch, Billy walked in Told me goodbye He wanted his ring back, for he told me There'd be no wedding this year Billy broke my heart at Walgreens And then I cried all the way to Sears
(Pete Drake's "Talking Guitar" Billy broke my heart at Walgreens and I cried all the way to Sears)
I hear my boss still laughin' at me But I don't blame him Silly of me for asking of him May I go home? Well this could be the funniest Heartbreak of the year Billy broke my heart at Walgreens And then I cried all the way to Sears
What made the pain more painful I hurt each step of the way Traffic lights and fears Weeped lots of tears, getting in my way I'd fall down, then I'd get up While slippin' on my tears Billy broke my heart at Walgreens And then I cried all the way to Sears
I'd fall down, then I'd get up While slippin' on my tears Billy broke my heart at Walgreens And then I cried all the way to Sears
Oh, where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Oh, where have you been, Charming Billy? I have been to seek a wife, she's the joy of my whole life But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Where does she live, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Oh, where does she live, Charming Billy? She lives on the hill, forty miles from the mill But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Did she bid you to come in, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Did she bid you to come in, Charming Billy? Yes, she bade me to come in, there's a dimple in her chin But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Did she take your hat, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Did she take your hat, Charming Billy? Yes, she took my hat and she threw it at the cat But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Did she set for you a chair, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Did she set for you a chair, Charming Billy? Yes, she set for me a chair, she has ringlets in her hair But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Can she cook and can she spin, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Can she cook and can she spin, Charming Billy? She can cook and she can spin, she can do most anything But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Can she bake a cherry pie, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Can she bake a cherry pie, Charming Billy? She can bake a cherry pie, quick as a cat can wink her eye But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Can she make a feather bed, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Can she make a feather bed, Charming Billy? She can make a feather bed and put pillows at the head But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Can she make a pudding well, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Can she make a pudding well, Charming Billy? She can make a pudding well, I can tell it by the smell But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Can she milk a heifer calf, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Can she milk a heifer calf, Charming Billy? Yes, she can, and not miss the bucket more than half But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Is she often seen at church, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Is she often seen at church, Charming Billy? Yes, she's often seen at church, with her bonnet white as birch But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
And is she very tall, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? And is she very tall, Charming Billy? She's as tall as any pine, and as straight as a pumpkin vine But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Are her eyes very bright, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Are her eyes very bright, Charming Billy? Yes, her eyes are very bright, but alas, they're minus sight But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Can she sing a pretty song, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Can she sing a pretty song, Charming Billy? She can sing a pretty song, but she often sings it wrong But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
How old may she be, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? How old may she be, Charming Billy? Three times six and four times seven, twenty-eight and eleven But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Is she fit to be a wife, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Is she fit to be a wife, Charming Billy? She's as fit to be a wife as a fork fits to a knife But she's a young thing and cannot leave her mother
Billy Bayou Composer(s): Roger Miller Originally performed by: Jim Reeves Covered by various other artists
Back about eighteen hundred and some A Louisiana couple had a red-headed son No name suited him, Jim, Jack or Joe So they just called him Billy Bayou
Billy Billy Bayou watch where you go If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow Billy Billy Bayou watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days (A pretty girl'll get you one of these days)
Billy was a boy kinda big for his size Had red hair, freckles and big blue eyes Thirteen years from the day he was born Billy fought the battle of the Little Big Horn
Billy Billy Bayou watch where you go If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow Billy Billy Bayou watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days (A pretty girl'll get you one of these days)
One fine day Billy cried "HO HO" I can lick the feathers off of Gee-ron-imo He started off, the chief got mad This nearly ended our Louisiana lad
Billy Billy Bayou watch where you go If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow Billy Billy Bayou watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days (A pretty girl'll get you one of these days)
One day in eighteen seventy-eight A pretty girl walked through Bill's front gate He didn't know whether to stand there or run He wound up married cuz he didn't either one
Billy Billy Bayou watch where you go If you're walkin' on quicksand, walk slow Billy Billy Bayou watch what you say A pretty girl'll get you one of these days (A pretty girl'll get you one of these days)
Le Jour Du Retour ((aka Le Public Aime Ça (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1984)) ((Adapted from: San Antonio Rose - 1938/1939 (aka New San Antonio Rose - 1940)) ((Danish Version: Der Gror Ikke Mos På Rullesten (by Gustav Winckler) - 1977)) Composer(s): Bob Wills - Georges Aber - R. Revil Performer(s): Dalida - 1963
Qu'ils sont longs, longs, longs les jours Jusqu'à ton retour Depuis que tu m'as quitté Je ne pense plus Qu'au bonheur perdu Car je voudrais me marier
Mais j'espère enfin Que le printemps prochain J'aurai la joie de rêver Dans tes bras Si tu reviens Finis tous mes chagrins L'amour reprendra tous ses droits
Je lis dans ta lettre Chérie, attends-moi, parle-moi aussi de toi A bientôt peut-être? Et quand ce jour viendra Mon cur sera fou de joie
Car je ne dirai plus jamais Oui lorsque tu reviendras Qu'ils sont longs, longs, longs les jours Jusqu'à ton retour Car nous allons nous marier
Car je ne dirai plus jamais Oui lorsque tu reviendras Qu'ils sont longs, longs, longs les jours Jusqu'à ton retour Car nous allons nous marier Nous marier, nous marier!
Billy And Sue Composer(s): Mark Charron Performer(s): B.J. Thomas
This Is A Story About Billy And Sue They Were In Love As Any Other Two But Billy Had To Die And When You Hear The Reason Why You'll Hang Your Head And Cry
Billy And Sue Met The First Day Of School And Ever Since Lived By The Golden Rule When You Do Unto Others What You Wouldn't Want Done To You You'd Have To Be A Fool
Mutual Agreement Led To Love And Trust They Would Travel The Road To Marriage Or Bust But When Billy Was Old Enough To Take A Wife He Was Old Enough To Fight For His Country And His Way Of Life
Bridge- Sue's Letters Came Every Day Gave Him The Strength -to Show Him The Way To Fight For His Country And The Girl He Loved That's A Soldier's Only Fate
Then Billy Heard No --- Word From Sue He Was Worried Sick But What Could He Do The Bullets Were Flying As He Hugged The Ground And Back Home Sue Was Running Round
Billy Was Growing Less And Less Strong His Hope His Faith Was Almost Gone Then Like A Miracle A Letter Appeared Billy Tore The Letter Open And He Read Dear John
A Look Came Over Billy That Would Scare A Ghost Familiar Look Seen On Soldiers -- Coast To Coast Even Tho The Air Was Filled With Lead Billy Jumped Up They Shot Him Dead
Billy Was Buried In A Faraway Grave That Read For His Country -- His Life He Gave But The Epitaph -- Was Only A Part He Didn't Die From A Bullet But He Died From A Broken Heart
Le Jour De Mes 4 Saisons Composer(s): Marcel Amont - Jacques Revaux Performer(s): Marcel Amont
Le jour de mes seize printemps Tandis qu'au loin battait la fête Nous volions sur nos bicyclettes Et nous riions à pleines dents Le jour de mes seize printemps Je n'étais guère entreprenant Mais prenais l'allure distraite Quand je fumais les cigarettes Des veinards qui avaient vingt ans L'air faraud je faisais semblant De cacher des passes secrètes Quand je taquinais Marinette Le jour de mes seize printemps
Le jour de mes trente-cinq étés Ma fille souffla mes chandelles Ma mère souriait auprès d'elle Ma femme éclatait de beauté Le jour de mes trente-cinq étés Je voyais au fond de leurs yeux Tant d'amour et de joie tranquille Que les tumultes de la vie Me berçaient comme un chant heureux J'avais les tempes argentées Il se dessinait quelques rides Mais le ciel était tout limpide Le jour de mes trente-cinq étés
Le jour de mes soixante automnes Je me disais mon vieux gamin T'as fait les trois quart du chemin C'est l'heure des souvenirs qui sonne Le jour de mes soixante automnes Le poids de deux fois trente années Me rendra-t-il sexagénaire Aurai-je l'art d'être grand-père Saurai-je parler au passé Le temps fuit et n'oublie personne Mes vingt printemps c'était hier Le temps reflue comme une mer Le jour de mes soixante automnes J'essaierai d'oublier l'hiver!
