Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Le Mendiant De L'amour Performer(s): Enrico Macias
J'ai de l'amour plein la tête, un cur d'amitié Je ne pense qu'à faire la fête et m'amuser Moi vous pouvez tout me prendre, je suis comme ça Ne cherchez pas à comprendre, écoutez-moi
Dans toute la ville on m'appelle le mendiant de l'amour Moi je chante pour ceux qui m'aiment et je serai toujours le même Il n'y a pas de honte à être un mendiant de l'amour Moi je chante sous vos fenêtres chaque jour
Donnez, donnez, donnez Donnez, donnez-moi Donnez, donnez, donnez D vous le rendra D vous le rendra
Donnez-moi de la tendresse, surtout pas d'argent Gardez toutes vos richesses car maintenant Le bonheur n'est plus à vendre, le soleil est roi Asseyez-vous à ma table, écoutez-moi
On est tous sur cette terre des mendiants de l'amour
Qu'on soit pauvre ou milliardaire, on restera toujours les mêmes Ces hommes extraordinaires, ces mendiants de l'amour
Moi j'ai besoin de tendresse chaque jour
Donnez, donnez, donnez Donnez, donnez-moi Donnez, donnez, donnez D vous le rendra D vous le rendra
Alors laissez-moi vous dire la générosité C'est une larme, un sourire à partager Je n'ai pas envie d'apprendre pour qui et pourquoi Je n'ai pas de comptes à rendre, écoutez-moi
Dans toute la ville on m'appelle le mendiant de l'amour Moi je chante pour ceux qui m'aiment et je serai toujours le même Il n'y a pas de honte à être un mendiant de l'amour Moi je chante sous vos fenêtres chaque jour
Donnez, donnez, donnez Donnez, donnez-moi Donnez, donnez, donnez D vous le rendra D vous le rendra
Birmingham Jail (Traditional) Performer(s): Slim Whitman and various other artists
Down in the valley Valley so low Late in the evenin' Hear the train blow Hear the train blow, love Hear the train blow Late in the evenin' Hear the train blow
Write me a letter Send it by mail Send it in care of Birmingham Jail Birmingham Jail, love Birmingham Jail Send it in care of Birmingham Jail
Roses love sunshine Violets love blue Angel in Heaven Know I love you Know I love you-ou Know I love you-ou, ou-ou, ou-ou-ou-ou Angels in Heaven Know I love you
Down in the valley The valley so low Late in the evenin' Hear the train blow Hear the train blow, love Hear the train blow Late in the evenin' Hear the train blow
La première fois On ne se retient pas On donne le meilleur de soi-même Qu'est-ce que ça peut faire Si ça dure ou pas On donne le meilleur de soi-même Et on ne s'avoue même pas qu'on l'aime
Et j'ai pleuré pour des bêtises J'ai aimé pour moins que rien comme vous Et j'ai voulu faire mes valises J'ai veillé jusqu'au matin comme vous Comme vous
La première fois On n'y pense même pas On donne le meilleur de soi-même Qu'on y laisse sa vie Ou bien plus que ça On donne le meilleur de soi-même Et il ne sait même pas qu'on l'aime
Et j'ai pleuré pour des bêtises J'ai aimé pour moins que rien comme vous Et j'ai voulu faire mes valises J'en rêvais jusqu'au matin comme vous Comme vous
Après c'est des souvenirs Qui vous ferait venir Des larmes dans les yeux Après ça vous fait sourire Juste d'y penser un peu Mais je l'aimais Comme je l'aimais
Et j'ai pleuré pour des bêtises J'ai aimé pour moins que rien comme vous Et j'ai voulu faire mes valises J'ai veillé jusqu'au matin comme vous Comme vous
Birds Of St. Marks Composer(s): Jackson Browne Performer(s): Jackson Browne
Oh how sadly sound the songs the queen must sing of dying
A prisoner upon her throne of melancholy sighing If she could see her mirror now She would be free of those who bow and Scrape the ground before her feet
Silently she walks among her dying midnight roses Watches as each moment goes that never really know us And so it seems she doesn't care If she has dreams of no one there Within the shadows of her room
But all my frozen words agree, and say it's time to Call back, all the birds I sent to Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm Weary of the nights I've seen Inside these empty halls
Wooden lady turn and turn among my weary secrets And wave within the hours past and other empty pockets Maybe we've found what we have lost When we've unwound so many crossed entangling Misunderstandings; but
All my frozen words agree and say it's time to Call back all the birds I sent to Fly behind her castle walls, and I'm Weary of the nights I've seen Inside these empty walls
Birds Of Paradise Composer(s): Chrissie Hynde Performer(s): Pretenders
Who are you who am I? Is it real do we touch the sky? Nothing's real - all disguise said the birds of paradise I'm afraid can't you see tell me where do you carry me You will soon realize said the birds of paradise Flying home flying home to the land that you once have known
To the peace that once was true for a little girl like you Flying home flying home from a world that is made of stone Till your heart is light and free like it once was meant to be How can I go ahead when my eyes are becoming wet? Save your tears - dry your eyes said the birds of paradise But the times passing by say how long do we have to fly? Moon will set, sun will rise said the birds of paradise Flying home flying home to the land that you once have known
Flying home flying home from a world that is made of stone Till your heart is light and free like it once was meant to be Hear the sound see the light now I know that our way was right Morning sun can make you wise said the birds of paradise Birds of paradise
Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti Composer(s): Georges Brassens First release by: Georges Brassens - 1952 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1969 - Il Cattivo Soggetto Pentito (by Beppe Chierici) 1985 - A Sinner Repents (by Graeme Allwright) 2004 - Il Mascalzone Pentito (by Nanni Svampa)
Elle avait la taill' faite au tour Les hanches pleines Et chassait l' mâle aux alentours De la Mad'leine... A sa façon d' me dir': "Mon rat Est-c' que j' te tente?" Je vis que j'avais affaire à Un' débutante...
L'avait l' don, c'est vrai, j'en conviens L'avait l' génie Mais sans technique, un don n'est rien Qu'un' sal' manie... Certes, on ne se fait pas putain Comme on s' fait nonne C'est du moins c' qu'on prêche, en latin À la Sorbonne...
Me sentant rempli de pitié Pour la donzelle J' lui enseignai, de son métier Les p'tit's ficelles... J' lui enseignai l' moyen d' bientôt Faire fortune En bougeant l'endroit où le dos R'ssemble à la lune...
Car, dans l'art de fair' le trottoir Je le confesse Le difficile est d' bien savoir Jouer des fesses... On n' tortill' pas son popotin D' la mêm' manière Pour un droguiste, un sacristain Un fonctionnaire...
Rapidement instruite par Mes bons offices Elle m'investit d'une part D' ses bénéfices... On s'aida mutuellement Comm' dit l' poète Ell' était l' corps, naturell'ment Puis moi la tête...
Un soir, à la suite de Manuvres douteuses Ell' tomba victim' d'une Maladie honteuses... Lors, en tout bien, toute amitié En fille probe Elle me passa la moitié De ses microbes...
Après des injections aiguës D'antiseptique J'abandonnai l' métier d' cocu Systématique... Elle eut beau pousser des sanglots Braire à tu'-tête Comme je n'étais qu'un salaud J' me fis honnête...
Sitôt privé' de ma tutell' Ma pauvre amie Courrut essuyer du bordel Les infamies... Paraît qu'ell' s' vend même à des flics Quell' décadence! Y a plus d' moralité publiqu' Dans notre France...
Birds Of A Feather Composer(s): Joe South Paul Revere & the Raiders
I remember back a long time ago in the days of my childhood In the evening when the sun was sinking low walking in the wildwood Skippin' and flippin' through the flowers we'd go hand in hand Looking back on all the happy hours anyone could understand
(chorus) you and me, babe Sure 'nuff got to be, babe birds of a feather We should be together like birds of a feather Got to be together like birds of a feather
You and I didn't have a lot of friends didn't have too much to say So they never would let us join in all the games they used to play Seems like it was only yesterday down at Lincoln Junior High I remember what the kids used to say as we'd go strolling by
(chorus)
Time goes rolling by They say that you and I must go our separate ways But birds of a feather will always be together
Your folks didn't want me hanging 'round Said that I was bad for you So we'd meet on the other side of town down a long dark avenue But they can't keep the two of us apart as long as you really love me I got a feeling way down in my heart that's the way it's gonna be
Il Cattivo Soggetto Pentito ((aka Il Mascalzone Pentito (by Nanni Svampa) - 2004)) ((Adapted from: Le Mauvais Sujet Repenti (by Georges Brassens - 1952)) ((English Version: A Sinner Repents (by Graeme Allwright) - 1985)) Composer(s): Georges Brassens - Beppe Chierici Performer(s): Beppe Chierici - 1969
Il cattivo soggetto pentito Aveva la vita fatta a giro le anche piene e cacciava il maschio nei dintorni della Madeleine... Dal suo modo di dirmi: "Topino mio Ti tento?" vidi che avevo a che fare con una debuttante... L'aveva il dono, è vero, ne convengo l'aveva il talento ma senza tecnica, un dono non è niente altro che una dannata mania... Certo, non ci si fa puttane come ci si fa suore perlomeno è questo che si predica, in latino alla Sorbona... Sentendomi pieno di pietà per la donzella le insegnai del suo mestiere i piccoli trucchi Le insegnai il modo di fare presto fortuna muovendo il posto dove la schiena somiglia alla luna perché, nell'arte di fare il marciapiede lo confesso il difficile è sapere bene giocare di chiappe... Non si dimena il culetto nella stessa maniera per un droghiere, un sagrestano un funzionario... Rapidamente istruita dai miei buoni uffici mi investì di una parte dei suoi benefici... Ci si aiutava mutualmente come dice il poeta lei era il corpo, naturalmente e io la testa... Una sera, in seguito a manovre dubbie cadde vittima di una malattia vergognosa... Allora, in tutto bene, in tutta amicizia da ragazza onesta mi passò la metà dei suoi microbi... Dopo iniezioni aguzze d'antisettico abbandonai il mestiere di cornuto sistematico... Lei ebbe un bel singhiozzare berciare a tutta forza siccome non ero altro che uno stronzo mi feci onesto... Non appena privata della mia tutela la mia povera amica corse a subire del bordello le infamie... Sembra che si venda perfino agli sbirri Che decadenza...! Non c'è più moralita pubblica nella nostra Francia...
Birds Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin Performer(s): Elton John
There's some things I don't have now Some things I don't talk about These things are between myself and I In my thick skull the joker hides
There's consequences I'm scared to taste Cold hard truths I can't face These days are different than the past Reflections change in the looking glass
And everywhere I look there's something to learn A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn A hatful of quarters and a naked song Don't answer the question of where we belong
How come birds Don't fall from the sky when they die? How come birds Always look for a quiet place to hide These words Can't explain what I feel inside? Like birds I need a quiet place to hide
These independent moves I make This confidence I try to fake You can hear the beating of my heart But not a feather falling in the dark
And everything I hear never makes any sense Another old prophet perched on the fence A cupful of pencils and a self help guru Don't answer the question of what I am to you
How come birds Don't fall from the sky when they die? How come birds Always look for a quiet place to hide These words Can't explain what I feel inside? Like birds I need a quiet place to hide
How come birds Don't fall from the sky when they die? How come birds Always look for a quiet place to hide These words Can't explain what I feel inside? Like birds I need a quiet place to hide
Le Mauvais Matelot Composer(s): Pierre Dreyfus - Raymond Asso Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Dans le port de Marseille Y a un joli bateau Dans le port de Marseille Y a un joli bateau Dans l'vent, sur l'eau Dans la cale du navire Loin du ciel, tout au fond Dans la cale du navire Y a un mauvais garçon Oh oh oh tout près de l'eau oh oh La fille du capitaine Est descendue le voir La fille du capitaine Est descendue le voir "Comme il fait noir Mon cur a de la peine Dis-moi joli garçon Pourquoi, chargé de chaînes Es-tu là, tout au fond? Oh oh oh si près de l'eau oh oh oh" Je suis fils de la terre Mon père est laboureur Je suis fils de la terre Et la mer me fait peur Oh oh oui bien peur Je suis dans la Marine Sans l'avoir demandé Je suis dans la Marine Et ne sais pas nager Oh oh oh j'ai peur de l'eau oh oh Je veux revoir ma mère Et les beaux champs de blé Je veux revoir ma mère Et les beaux champs de blé Blonds et dorés Faites tomber mes chaînes Je vous épouserai Faites tomber mes chaînes Je vous emmènerai Oh oh oh bien loin de l'eau oh oh Dans la cale du navire Le capitaine en pleurs Dans la cale du navire Le capitaine en pleurs Oh quel malheur! Il m'a volé ma fille M'a déchiré le cur Il m'a volé ma fille Et volé mon honneur Oh oh oh, vilain matelot oh oh Dans le port de Marseille Y a un joli bateau Dans le port de Marseille Y a un joli bateau Dansant sur l'eau Y a plus de capitaine Le capitaine est mort Trop grande fut sa peine A sauté par-dessus bord Oh oh il dort dans l'eau oh oh
Birdland Composer(s): Joe Zawinul Originally performed by: Weather Report Covered by various other artists
Five thousand light years from Birdland But I'm still preachin' the rhythm Long gone up-tight years from Birdland And I'm still teachin' it with 'em
Years from the land of the bird And I'm still feeling the spirit Five thousand light years from Birdland But I know people can hear it
bird named it, bird made it, bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland, it happened down in Birdland
In the middle of that hub I remember one jazz club Where we went to pat feet Down on fifty-second street
Everybody heard that word That they named it after Bird
Where the rhythm swooped and swirled The jazz corner of the world
And the cats they gigged in there Were beyond compare
Birdland - I'm singing Birdland
Birdland
Birdland - Ol' swingin' Birdland
Hey, man, the music really turns you on! Y' turn me on, Really y' turn me aroun' 'N turn me on
Down them stairs, lose them cares where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, Max would look where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too there Down in Birdland Baise blew, Blakey too where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall there Down in Birdland Yeah ----
There may never be nothin' such as that No More - No More Down in Birdland, that's where it was at I know I know Back in them days bop was ridin' high Hello! 'n goodbye!
How well those cats remember Their first Birdland gig To play in Birdland is an honor we still dig Yeah --- that club was like - In another world, sure enough - Yeah, baby All o' the cats had the cookin' on People just sat an' they was steady loookin on Then Bird - he came 'n spread the word - Birdland
Yes, indeed he did Yes, indeed he did Yes, indeed he did
Yes he did, Parker played at Birdland
Yes, he really did Yes, indeed he really did Yes, he really did
Told the truth way down in Birdland Yes, indeed, he did, Charlie Parker played in Birdland
Yes indeed, he really did Charlie Parker played in Birdland
bird named it, bird made it, bird heard it, then played it Well-stated! Birdland, it happened down in Birdland
Everybody dug that beat Everybody stomped their feet Everybody digs be-bop An' they'll never stop
Down them stairs, lose them cares where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, Max would look where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too there Down in Birdland Baise blew, Blakey too where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall there Down in Birdland
Down them stairs, lose them cares where? Down in Birdland Total swing, bop was king there Down in Birdland Bird would cook, Max would look where? Down in Birdland Miles came through, 'Trane came too there Down in Birdland Baise blew, Blakey too where? Down in Birdland Cannonball played that hall there Down in Birdland
Come in pairs down them stairs, lose y' cares Them that dares - gits it!
Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! Whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos, pay your dues,
What can you lose?
Just your blues!
So lose them!
The band swingin' one and all and what a ball Yeah!
Music is good, music is better than good, pretty good Very nice - Really very good, things are bein' like they should very good - very good - very good
All y' gotta do it lend an ear An' listen to it Then y' dig a little sooner than soon You'll be diggin' everything - diggin all the music
What a ball!
How y' gonna figure out A way to bring it all about amid a Lot of other music on the set and on the scene Know what I mean? How y' gonna separate the music from the scene 'Gonna have t' keep the memory clean Y' gonna hear a lotta sound - a lotta soun'
Le Mauvais Larron Composer(s): Georges Moustaki - Luc Romann - Maurice Fanon - N. Delarc Performer(s): Pia Colombo
J'aurais pu être celui-là Qui t'a vu mourir sous la croix Un de tes derniers compagnons Le mauvais larron Bien sûr, j'ai mérité la corde Plutôt que la miséricorde Je suis du gibier des prisons Le mauvais larron - mauvais larron - mauvais larron
Bref, j'étais capable de tout à part de tendre l'autre joue Je n'ai pas demandé pardon D'être un larron J'ai pris ce que je pouvais prendre Les coups, l'argent, les filles tendres Elles trouvaient bien assez bon Le mauvais larron - mauvais larron - mauvais larron
Aujourd'hui je suis comme toi Quand tu n'avais dessus ta croix Pour ultime fréquentation Que les deux larrons Je n'ai plus rien qui me console Peut-être, en guise d'auréole On verra briller sur mon front Le mauvais larron - mauvais larron - mauvais larron
C'était peut-être un vendredi Qu'il est allé au paradis Par le chemin de la Passion Des mauvais larrons Abandonné entre deux mondes Jusqu'à sa dernière seconde Ainsi chantait de sa prison Le mauvais larron - mauvais larron - mauvais larron
Birdland Composer(s): Lenny Kaye; Ivan Kral; Patti Smith; Richard Sohl Performer(s): Patti Smith
His father died and left him a little farm in New England All the long black funeral cars left the scene And the boy was just standing there alone Looking at the shiny red tractor Him and his daddy used to sit inside And circle the blue fields and grease the night It was if someone had spread butter on all the fine points of the stars 'Cause when he looked up they started to slip Then he put his head in the crux of his arm And he started to drift, drift to the belly of a ship Let the ship slide open, and he went inside of it And saw his daddy 'hind the control board streamin' beads of light He saw his daddy 'hind the control board And he was very different tonight 'Cause he was not human, he was not human
And then the little boy's face lit up with such naked joy That the sun burned around his lids and his eyes were like two suns, White lids, white opals, seeing everything just a little bit too clearly And he looked around and there was no black ship in sight No black funeral cars, nothing except for him the raven And fell on his knees and looked up and cried out No, daddy, don't leave me here alone Take me up, daddy, to the belly of your ship Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it Where you're not human, you are not human
But nobody heard the boy's cry of alarm Nobody there 'cept for the birds around the New England farm And they gathered in all directions, like roses they scattered And they were like compass grass coming together into the head of a shaman bouquet Slit in his nose and all the others went shooting And he saw the lights of traffic beckoning like the hands of Blake Grabbing at his cheeks, taking out his neck All his limbs, everything was twisted and he said I won't give up, won't give up, don't let me give up I won't give up, come here, let me go up fast Take me up quick, take me up, up to the belly of a ship And the ship slides open and I go inside of it where I am not human
I am helium raven and this movie is mine So he cried out as he stretched the sky Pushing it all out like latex cartoon, am I all alone in this generation? We'll just be dreaming of animation night and day And won't let up, won't let up and I see them coming in Oh, I couldn't hear them before, but I hear 'em now It's a radar scope in all silver and all platinum lights Moving in like black ships, they were moving in, streams of them And he put up his hands and he said, It's me, it's me I'll give you my eyes, take me up, oh now please take me up I'm helium raven waitin' for you, please take me up Don't leave me here! The son, the sign, the cross Like the shape of a tortured woman, the true shape of a tortured woman The mother standing in the doorway letting her sons No longer presidents but prophets They're all dreaming they're gonna bear the prophet He's gonna run through the fields dreaming in animation It's all gonna split his skull It's gonna come out like a black bouquet shining Like a fist that's gonna shoot them up Like light, like Mohammed Boxer Take them up up up up up up Oh, let's go up, up, take me up, I'll go up I'm going up, I'm going up Take me up, I'm going up, I'll go up there Go up go up go up go up up up up up up up Up, up to the belly of a ship Let the ship slide open and we'll go inside of it Where we are not human, we're not human
Well, there was sand, there were tiles The sun had melted the sand and it coagulated Like a river of glass When it hardened he looked at the surface He saw his face And where there were eyes were just two white opals, two white opals Where there were eyes there were just two white opals And he looked up and the rays shot And he saw raven comin' in And he crawled on his back and he went up Up up up up up up Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way Sha da do wop, da shaman do way, sha da do wop, da shaman do way Sha da do wop, da shaman do way We like birdland
Ce jour là dans ce vieux bistro Au bout du monde de mes souvenirs J'avais bu un peu plus qu'il faut Ça me faisait mal de réfléchir J'étais rond j'en avais le droit Elle me quittait à tout jamais Depuis on me montre du doigt Encore un peu on me pendait Le mauvais garçon, le mauvais garçon Mon Dieu quelle façon, quel polisson
Ce fameux jour où j'ai osé M'endimancher un jour de semaine Les commères se sont demandées Pourquoi je me donnais cette peine Et quand le soir je suis passé En tenant poupée par la main Les commères se sont alarmées Comme si j'avais volé leur pain Le mauvais garçon, le mauvais garçon Mon Dieu quelle façon, quel polisson
Déterrons la langue de guerre Réunissons le comité Mettons chauffer les cafetières Excitons la curiosité Bien que mon quartier Soit des plus beaux Je vais le quitter je le crains J'entends plus le chant des oiseaux Car elles bourdonnent dès le matin Le mauvais garçon, le mauvais garçon Mon Dieu quelle façon, quel polisson
Birdland Composer(s): Huey "Piano" Smith; Vincent Performer(s): Chubby Checker
Who likes Birdland [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] Oh Yeah [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland]
Yeah come on baby and fly with me Just as easy as a ABC It's got the rythmn and the rock and roll A little cha cha gonna move my soul
[We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland]
Yeah come on baby and we're gonna swing Come on and show me how you sake that thing Look at Susie who lives next door She can shake it but she shake it more
[We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland] [We like Birdland]
Now fly whoo, fly whoo, fly By jove I think she's got it [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] Come on baby [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] Birdland Susie [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] Do it sis [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] Easy baby [Shup a doo wop a shup a doo way] Momma Momma let's Birdland now Sly, fly, ar right, I'm satisfied Momma Momma Birdland now
I like Birdland You like Birdland He likes Birdland She likes Birdland We like Birdland
