Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Le Chef De La Bande ((Adapted from: Leader Of The Pack (by The Shangri-Las) - 1964)) Composer(s): Phil Spector - Jeff Barry - Ellie Greenwich - Georges Aber Performer(s): Frank Alamo - 1965
Figurez-vous qu'elle était fiancée à Jimmy La bague qu'elle a au doigt Je suis sûre que c'est lui qui lui a donnée Tous les soirs à la sortie du lycée Il allait la chercher avec sa moto Et tu sais, il conduisait... comme un fou!
Elle l'a rencontré au drugstore Il s'est retourné, lui a souri Elle l'a aimé, lui le Chef de la Bande
Son père, sa mère ne l'aimaient pas, non, non Ils ne voulaient pas qu'ils nous voient Ils disaient "Ce garçon là n'est vraiment pas pour toi Et bien parce que: c'est le Chef de la Bande"
Un jour son père lui a interdit De revoir Jimmy et lui dit que tout était fini Jimmy a demandé pourquoi? Elle a dit "je ne sais pas" Elle a dû le peiner, lui le Chef de la Bande"
Il a souri, l'a embrassée, puis il lui a dit "Adieu" Il paraît qu'il avait des larmes dans les yeux Quand il a démarré dans la minute il... Elle lui a dit de ralentir, mais... Est-ce qu'il l'a entendue lorsqu'elle a crié "Attention! Arrête! Attention ....! Ah !!!!!!!!"
Elle pense à lui presque tout le temps Elle se souvient de leurs bons moments Ses amis lui disent toujours De ne plus pleurer leur grand amour Elle ne l'oubliera pas, lui le Chef de la Bande
Le Chef de la Bande qu'elle a aimé Le Chef de la Bande qu'elle a aimé Le Chef de la Bande qu'elle a aimé
Bluebird Of Happiness Composer(s): Edward Heyman; Harry Parr Davies; Sandor Harmati Performer(s): Art Mooney and various other artists
The beggar man and his mighty king are only diff'rent in name For they are treated just the same by fate Today a smile and tomorrow tears We're never sure what's in store So learn your lesson before too late, so
Be like I, hold your head up high Till you find a bluebird of happiness You will find greater peace of mind Knowing there's a bluebird of happiness And when he sings to you Though you're deep in blue You will see a ray of light creep through And so remember this, life is no abyss Somewhere there's a bluebird of happiness
Life is sweet, tender and complete When you find the bluebird of happiness You will find perfect peace of mind When you find the bluebird of happiness Two hearts that beat as one 'Neath a new found sun We are in a world that's just begun And you must sing his song, as you go along When you find the bluebird of happiness
Leader Of The Laundromat
((Adapted from: Leader Of The Pack (by The Shangri-Las) - 1964))
Composer(s): Lee Pockriss - Paul Vance
Performer(s): The Detergents; The Surfaris
Is he really goin' out with `er? I don't know Look, here he comes now Let's ask `im Hey, Murray, is it true Betty's wearin' your ring? Uh-huh Who's that bangin' on the piano? I don't know You goin' out with her tonight? You bet yer fur By the way, where'd ya meet her?
I met her one day at the Laundromat She turned around and smiled at me, ya get the picture? Yes, we see And that's when I fell in love with the Leader Of the Laundromat
My folks were always putting her down (down, down) Because her laundry came back brown (brown, brown) I don't care if they think she's bad I fell in love cuz she looked so sad I got a date tonight with the Leader Of the Laundromat
Dang it!!
My dad said "Find a laundry that's new" (find a laundry that's new) How can I tell my baby we're through (tell my baby we're through) Gotta drive right into town I don't care if my shirts are brown I got a date tonight with the Leader Of the Laundromat
Dang it!!
When I finally got there, I told her it was all over between us I'll never forget the hurt and the funny look in her eye She grabbed my laundry and ran into the street Directly into the path of a runaway garbage truck I yelled "watch out! watch out! watch out! watch out! watch ou-u-t!"
Dang it!!
I felt so messy standing there (messy standing there) My daddy's shorts were everywhere (daddy's shorts were everywhere) Tenderly I kissed her goodbye Picked up my clothes, they were finally dry But I won't forget you, oh Leader Of the Laundromat
Bluebird Island Composer(s): Hank Snow Performer(s): Hank Snow
My ship set sail to Bluebird Island And slowly drifted out to sea Her silver sails to cross the ocean My lover's lonely heart set free
Then out across the waves The bluebirds came one day Out o'er the silver sea Your message brought to me To sail my ship of love along the moonlit bay And anchor in the harbor of your heart
The trade winds there on Bluebird Island Soon dried her lonely tears away The treasure I found broken hearted Was locked within my heart to stay
Leader Of The Band Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg First release by: Dan Fogelberg - 1981 Covered by multiple other artists
An only child alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son His hands were meant for different work And his heart was known to none He left his home and went his lone and solitary way And he gave to me a gift I know I never can repay
A quiet man of music denied a simpler fate He tried to be a soldier once, but his music wouldn't wait He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band
My brother's lives were different for they heard another call One went to Chicago and the other to St Paul And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel Living out this life I've chose and come to know so well
I thank you for the music and your stories of the road I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough And papa, I don't think I said I love you near enough
The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old But his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band I am a living legacy to the leader of the band
Bluebird Composer(s): Leon Russell Originally performed by: Leon Russell Covered by various other artists
Yeah I'm lost in the night The icy wind is howling out your name Desolation lingers like a fog The fire is growing dimmer in the wind I'm out in the rain The moon has gone behind the cloud again And I can't stand to live another day Cause my bluebird went away And I'm locked in this room with my sorrow No escape no way to get away And my only connection with tomorrow Is hoping that you might decide to not stay away Oh, I'm out on a limb If I could only find sweet love again And I can't stand to live another day Can't find my bluebird anywhere anywhere anywhere Oh I'm lost in the night The icy wind is howling out your name And I can't stand to live another day Bluebird why did you go away Bluebird why did you go away Oh, little bluebird, why did you go away Won't you tell me
Lead Man Holler Composer(s): Harry Belafonte Performer(s): Harry Belafonte
You hear me calling at the crack of dawn Jump up brothers come and face the morn Forget your aching from the day before 'Cause today we're goin' to do that and more
Lead man holler, yo oh ho All men follow, down you go for a working dollar Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow Down we go for a working dollar
I want de men, the women and the children too We got a long day out we got a lot to do We got to cut up, stack up and load the cane You better bring a shawl 'cause it look like rain
Lead man holler, yo oh ho All men follow, down you go for a working dollar Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow Down we go for a working dollar
Well a working man I am tired and true I won't ask you nothin' that I wouldn't do Well you pay today is the same as last Your work's the same, just a little fast
Lead man holler, yo oh ho All men follow, down you go for a working dollar Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow Down we go for a working dollar
Well I'd like to tell you `bout yesterday You work quite well, I am proud to say I want ev'ry man to try his will And make yesterday look like he was standing still
Lead man holler, yo oh ho All men follow, down you go for a working dollar Yes he holler yo oh ho, all men follow Down we go for a working dollar
Lying is killing the good things in me Ask me what the time is baby, ask me honey My eyes shift and slide Sure there are reasons for acting like this But reasons are kill kill killing the everything we do Who said wed be happy the more that we knew? Oh dont come a calling with answer me eyes All youll get my baby are blueberry pies
But your being lovely And your being good Only depresses me, knowing how oddly Im behaving Hello stranger - (the) stranger Ive become - Im an air raid Leaving both us orphans and four fifths afraid
So if I come begging with take me back eyes All you have to tell me All you have to tell me are blueberry, blueberry pies
Le voleur de pervenches Il est encore en prison Il a volé deux pervenches Pour en faire deux chansons Il a fait la première Pour le beaux yeux de Sylvie La deuxième pour sa mère Les deux femmes de sa vie
Bienheureux le voleur Quand il vole des fleurs Pour l'amour et le cur La, la, la, la . . . .
Le voleur de pervenches A le cur en liberté Les prisons sans dimanche N'empêchent pas d'aimer Et pour sa récompense Un miracle est arrivé Car il pleut des pervenches La prison s'est écrasée
Bienheureux prisonnier Ton amour t'a payé D'un printemps tout entier La, la, la, la . . . .
Le voleur de pervenches S'est enfuit de sa prison Il a des fleurs dans les manches Et l'printemps aux talons Toutes ces fleurs pour sa mère Pour Sylvie et ses beaux yeux Il a fleurit toute la terre Les printemps sont toujours bleus La, la, la, la . . . .
Blueberry Hill Composer(s): Al Lewis - Vincent Rose - Larry Stock First recording: Sammy Kaye & His Orch. - 1940 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1952 - Kirsebærvej (by Gustav Winckler) 1977 - La Colline De Blueberry Hill (by Eddy Mitchell) 1977 - Ejer Bavnehøj (by Bamses Venner) 2007 - Blueberry Hill (by Amaryllis Temmerman)
I found my thrill on Blueberry Hill On Blueberry Hill where I found you The moon stood still on Blueberry Hill And lingered till my dreams came true
The wind in the willow played Love's sweet melody But all of those vows we made Were never to be
Tho' we're apart you're part of me still For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill
The wind in the willow played Love's sweet melody But all of those vows we made Were never to be
Tho' we're apart you're part of me still For you were my thrill on Blueberry Hill
Le Visage De L'amour Composer(s): Charles Trenet Performer(s): Charles Trenet; Dalida
Vous êtes mes amis et nous aimons nous voir souvent Vous êtes mes amis d'aujourd'hui, d'hier et d'avant Au fil des années pas de fleurs fanées Et si le temps marche à grands pas vous, vous ne changez pas Vous avez le visage de l'amour Vous avez le visage des beaux jours Du soleil au printemps qui revient tout content D'apporter à chacun le sourire du destin Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs Et le cur plein de joie et de désir Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg Vous avez le visage, vous le vrai visage Vous avez le visage de l'amour Pourtant bien d'entre nous n'ont pas toujours été heureux Pourtant bien d'entre nous n'ont pas eu le ciel toujours bleu Mais les choses méchantes s'envolent quand on chante Et les grimaces de la vie ensemble on les oublie Vous avez le visage de l'amour Vous avez le visage des beaux jours Du soleil au printemps qui revient tout content Dapporter à chacun le sourire du destin Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs Et le cur plein de joie et de désir Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg Vous avez le visage, vous le vrai visage Vous avez le visage de l'amour "Oui, vous avez le visage de l'amour C'est curieux comme le visage de l'amour ça ne change jamais Parce que l'amour hein! C'est éternel l'amour, c'est beau l'amour Et puis l'amour c'estfidèle n'est ce pas!" Vous avez la fraîcheur des souvenirs Et le cur plein de joie et de désir Car vous êtes la campagne et la ville et le faubourg Vous avez le visage, vous avez le vrai visage Vous avez le visage de l'amour De l'amour, de l'amour, de l'amour
Blueberries For Breakfast Composer(s): John Phillips Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon... Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
Drive you to the airport; wait `til it's time to go I've checked the weather report; they say it will not snow And all the planes can come and go But I think the ceiling is too low So you can't go
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
[?] New York fire [?] Burning just a little too bright Manhattan firefly, never make it through the night Somehow she came out alright Through the darkness, see her light shining bright
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon...
I'm gonna have to call the cops, if you don't leave me alone Stop waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home The FBI, the CIA, you know they'll never leave you alone And I will cut you to the bone
Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon... Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
Le Vingt-Deux Septembre Composer(s): Georges Brassens First release by: Georges Brassens - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1985 - To Anne, September Fifteenth (by Graeme Allwright) 2004 - Il 21 Settembre (by Nanni Svampa)
Un vingt et deux septembre au diable vous partites Et, depuis, chaque année, à la date susdite Je mouillais mon mouchoir en souvenir de vous... Or, nous y revoilà, mais je reste de pierre Plus une seule larme à me mettre aux paupières Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous
On ne reverra plus, au temps des feuilles mortes Cette âme en peine qui me ressemble et qui porte Le deuil de chaque feuille en souvenir de vous... Que le brave Prévert et ses escargots veuillent Bien se passer de moi et pour enterrer les feuilles Le vingt-e-deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous
Jadis, ouvrant mes bras comme une paire d'ailes Je montais jusqu'au ciel pour suivre l'hirondelle Et me rompais les os en souvenir de vous... Le complexe d'Icare à présent m'abandonne L'hirondelle en partant ne fera plus l'automne Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous
Pieusement nous d'un bout de vos dentelles J'avais, sur ma fenêtre, un bouquet d'immortelles Que j'arrosais de pleurs en souvenir de vous... Je m'en vais les offrir au premier mort qui passe Les regrets éternels à présent me dépassent Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous
Désormais, le petit bout de cur qui me reste Ne traversera plus l'équinoxe funeste En battant la breloque en souvenir de vous... Il a craché sa flamme et ses cendres s'éteignent À peine y pourrait-on rôtir quatre châtaignes Le vingt et deux septembre, aujourd'hui, je m'en fous
Bluebell Composer(s): Jerry Livingston; Paul Francis Webster Performer(s): Mitch Miller; Scott Walker
Don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell Don't you fret, although you know that we must part Don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell You will always be the flower of my heart
And all the way to Albuquerque I'll be feelin' mighty perky Knowin' that I've got a gal so true
And if you save up all your kisses I will change your name to Missus On the day that I come back to you
Wait for me, my pretty Blue Bell Wait for me, although you know that we must part Wedding bells, my pretty Blue Bell Will be ringing for the flower of my heart Of my heart, of my heart
Oh, don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell Oh, don't be blue, blue, Blue Bell Oh, don't be blue, my pretty Blue Bell Blue Bell, blue
And all the way to Albuquerque I'll be feelin' mighty perky Knowin' that I've got a gal so true
And if you save up on your kisses I will change your name to Missus On the day that I come back to you
Wait for me, my pretty Blue Bell Wait for me, although you know that we must part Wedding bells, my pretty Blue Bell Will be ringing for the flower of my heart Of my heart, of my heart Flower of my heart
Le Vin Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Avant de chanter Ma vie, de fair' des Harangues Dans ma gueul' de bois J'ai tourné sept fois Ma langue J'suis issu de gens Qui étaient pas du genre sobre On conte que j'eus La tétée au jus D'octobre...
Mes parents on dû M'trouver au pied d'une souche Et non dans un chou Comm' ces gens plus ou Moins louches En guise de sang (O noblesse sans Pareille!) Il coule en mon cur La chaude liqueur D'la treille...
Quand on est un sage, et qu'on a du savoir-boire On se garde à vue En cas de soif, une poire Une poire ou deux Mais en forme de Bonbonne Au ventre replet Rempli du bon lait D'l'automne...
Jadis, aux Enfers Cert's, il a souffert Tantale Quand l'eau refusa D'arroser ses amygdales Etre assoiffé d'eau C'est triste, mais faut Bien dire Que, l'être de vin C'est encore vingt Fois pire...
Hélas! il ne pleut Jamais du gros bleu Qui tache Qu'ell's donnent du vin J'irai traire enfin Les vaches Que vienne le temps Du vin coulant dans La Seine! Les gens, par milliers Courront y noyer Leur peine...
Groundhog Rootin' In My Backyard (aka Blue Yodel No. 10) Composer(s): Jimmie Rodgers Performer(s): Jimmie Rodgers; Hank Snow
Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues Something about you mama that sure gives me the blues It ain't your drop stich stockings it ain't your blue buckle shoes You know pretty mama I'm bound to love you some You know pretty mama I'm bound to love you some 'Cause I've done more for you than anybody ever done you know it baby
Got me a pretty mama got me a bulldog too Got me a pretty mama got me a bulldog too My pretty mama don't love me but my bulldog do
There's been a groundhog rootin' round my yard at night There's been a groundhog rootin' round my yard at night For the way my mama been treatin' me he must be rootin' all right Lord honey must be rootin' all right Well I ain't no cheap man don't try to fool no girls I ain't no cheap man don't try to fool no girls It's my regular lovin' that gets me by in this world
Le Village Endormi Composer(s): Yves Duteil Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Loin, sous la mer des nuages Est un village endormi Où sont les gens? Où sont les gens? Ils sont partis depuis longtemps Ici plus rien ne les attend
Dans les maisons chaque pierre Porte un visage, un prénom Des pas gravés, Sur les pavés Le lourd fardeau du temps posé Par des fantômes oubliés
Tous les secrets du village Restent enfermés dans les curs Pourtant ce soir Sans rien savoir Je sens revivre autour de moi Comme une empreinte d'autrefois
Quand la lumière du silence Prend les couleurs du couchant Le seul trésor Qu'on trouve encore N'est pas toujours celui qu'on croit Mais l'on est riche au fond de soi
Loin, sous la mer des nuages Est un village endormi Où sont les gens? Où sont les gens? Ils sont partis depuis longtemps Ici plus rien ne nous attend...
Blue Wing Composer(s): Tom Russell Performer(s): Tom Russell and various other artists
He had a blue wing tattooed on his shoulder Well it might have been a blue bird I don't know But he'd get stone drunk and talk about Alaska The salmon boats and 45 below
He said he got that blue wing up in Walla Walla And his cellmate there was Little Willy John And Willy he was once a great blues singer And Wing and Willy wrote 'em up a song They said...
Chorus: It's dark in here; can't see the sky But I look at this blue wing and I close my eyes And I fly away beyond these walls Up above the clouds where the rain don't fall On a poor man's dream
They paroled Blue Wing in August, of 1963 He moved north picking apples to the town of Wenatchee Then winter finally caught him in a run down trailer park On the south side of Seattle where the days grow gray and dark
And he drank and he dreamt of visions when the salmon still ran free And his fathers' fathers crossed that wild old Bering Sea And the land belonged to everyone and there were old songs yet to sing Now it's narrowed down to a cheap hotel and a tattooed prison wing
Chorus
Well he drank his way to LA, and that's where he died And no one knew his Christian name and there was no one there to cry But I dreamt there was a funeral, a preacher and a cheap pine box And half way through the service, Blue Wing began to talk He said...
Chorus
Hey hey, On a poor man's dream Hey hey, On a poor man's dream
Le Vieux Piano Composer(s): Henri Contet - Claude Léveillée Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Christine Albert
Un piano est mort Et celle-là l'aimait... Quand elle était jeune et quand elle venait se saoûler l' dedans de pathétique En se frottant au piano nostalgique Qu'il était beau, le piano, bon piano, vieux piano des copains À l'époque des copains Chez Bianco l'argentier Vers trois heures du matin Quand elle buvait son demi d'oubli... Et seule, maintenant Elle pense au vivant De ce vieux piano mort Elle voit, elle entend Les messes de ses vingt ans Tomber d'un accord... Au bar, quand elle boit C'est vrai qu'elle revoit Des mains sur l'ivoire blanc, Les mains de Bianco, Des mains qui lui font cadeau D'un peu du vieux temps Mais dans son jean Un fantôme en blue jean Un deuxième et puis vingt Qui discutent en copains D'un bistrot démodé D'un piano démodé Elle a crié: "Moi je sais! Moi je sais!" Elle va raconter L'histoire enfermée Dans le vieux piano mort Et c'est l'aventure Qui bat la mesure De plus en plus fort Au clair de la vie Les mains des amis Les yeux des lendemains La vie devant nous L'amour, et puis tout Et tout, et plus rien... Ils sont tous morts Au milieu d'un accord Ils sont morts dans Ravel Dans un drôle d'arc-en-ciel Un soldat est entré... Un soldat est entré... Un piano est mort, et celle-là l'aimait Quand elle était jeune et quand elle venait se saoûler l' dedans de pathétique En se frottant au piano nostalgique...
Blue Velvet Dutch Title: Diep In Jouw Ogen Composer(s): Bernie Wayne; Lee Morris Originally performed by: Tony Bennett Covered by various other artists
She wore blue velvet Bluer than velvet was the night Softer than satin was the light From the stars She wore blue velvet Bluer than velvet were her eyes Warmer than May her tender sighs Love was ours Ours a love I held tightly Feeling the rapture grow Like a flame burning brightly But when she left, gone was the glow of Blue velvet But in my heart there'll always be Precious and warm, a memory Through the years And I still can see blue velvet Through my tears