Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Cette lettre que je t'envoie Dieu seul sait quand tu la recevras au fin fond de l'hémisphère où les saisons tournent à l'envers Quelle idée, ma douce Hélène de t'exiler aux iles des Kerguelen
Hélène, si je t'écris aux Kerguelen, c'est parce qu'ici sans le savoir, tu as laissé quelqu'un qui t'aime Hélène Hélène j'ai froid au cur de mon côté de l'équateur aux antipodes, as-tu trouvé quelqu'un qui t'aime Hélène
Moi et la géographie on est devenus bons amis et je passe des heures entières tout seul devant le planisphère Mais de ton île, je ne sais rien sinon qu'elle est dans l'océan indien
Hélène, si mon appel arrive jusqu'à ton archipel par le premier courrier, donne-moi des nouvelles Hélène, je t'aime Hélène, ça rime à quoi de vivre au sud pour avoir froid et de passer l'été comme en hiver Hélène, je t'aime
Hélène, si je t'écris aux Kerguelen, c'est parce qu'ici sans le savoir, tu as laissé quelqu'un qui t'aime Hélène Hélène, si mon appel arrive jusqu'à ton archipel par le premier courrier donne-moi des nouvelles Hélène, je t'aime
Hélène, si je t'écris aux Kerguelen, c'est parce qu'ici sans le savoir tu as laissé quelqu'un qui t'aime, Hélène
Brush Up Your Shakespeare Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Harry Clark and various other artists
The girls today in society go for classical poetry So to win their hearts one must quote with ease Aeschylus and Euripides One must know Homer, and believe me, Beau Sophocles, also Sappho-ho Unless you know Shelley and Keats and Pope Dainty Debbies will call you a dope
But the poet of them all Who will start 'em simply ravin' Is the poet people call The Bard of Stratford on Avon
{Refrain} Brush up your Shakespeare Start quoting him now Brush up your Shakespeare And the women you will wow
Just declaim a few lines from Othella And they'll think you're a hell of a fella If your blonde won't respond when you flatter 'er Tell her what Tony told Cleopatterer
If she fights when her clothes you are mussing What are clothes? Much ado about nussing Brush up your Shakespeare And they'll all kow-tow
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With the wife of the British ambassida Try a crack out of Troilus and Cressida If she says she won't buy it or like it Make her tike it, what's more As You Like It
If she says your behavior is heinous Kick her right in the Coriolanus Brush up your Shakespeare And they'll all kow-tow
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If you can't be a ham and do Hamlet They will not give a damn or a damlet Just recite an occasional sonnet And your lap'll have honey upon it
When your baby is pleading for pleasure Let her sample your Measure for Measure Brush up your Shakespeare And they'll all kow-tow - Forsooth And they'll all kow-tow And they'll all kow-tow
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Better mention "The Merchant Of Venice" When her sweet pound o' flesh you would menace If her virtue, at first, she defends---well Just remind her that "All's Well That Ends Well"
And if still she won't give you a bonus You know what Venus got from Adonis Brush up your Shakespeare And they'll all kow-tow - Thinkst thou? And they'll all kow-tow - Odds bodkins And they'll all kow-tow
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If your goil is a Washington Heights dream Treat the kid to "A Midsummer Night's Dream" If she then wants an all-by-herself night Let her rest ev'ry 'leventh or "Twelfth Night"
If because of your heat she gets huffy Simply play on and "Lay on, Macduffy!" Brush up your Shakespeare And they'll all kow-tow - Forsooth And they'll all kow-tow - Thinkst thou? And they'll all kow-tow - We trou' And they'll all kow-tow
Bruit De Fond Composer(s): Françoise Hardy Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Il me parle des autres Je lui parle de lui Il me parle d'ailleurs Je lui parle d'ici Et je parle et je parle Mais lorsque vient son tour Ou bien il ne dit rien Ou répond à côté Et il est mon mur de pierre Et je suis son bruit de fond Comme je sais très mal Ce qui lui fait du bien Souvent je suis en train De lui faire du mal Je veux le retenir Il est déjà parti Il veut me faire plaisir Et empire les choses Et il est mon mur de pierre Et je suis son bruit de fond
Letting Go Composer(s): Doug Crider - Matt Rollings Performer(s): Suzy Bogguss
She'll take the painting in the hallway The one she did in junior high And that old lamp up in the attic She'll need some light to study by
She's had 18 years to get ready for this day She should be past the tears, she cries some anyway
Oh oh letting go There's nothing in the way now, Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting It's never easy letting go
Mother sits down at the table So many things she'd like to do Spend more time out in the garden Now she can get those books read too
She's had 18 years to get ready for this day She should be past the tears, she cries some anyway
Oh oh letting go There's nothing in the way now Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting It's never easy letting go
Oh oh letting go There's nothing in the way now Oh letting go, there's room enough to fly And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting It's never easy letting go
Browning Composer(s): Raymond Asso; Jean Villard Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Y avait qu'à r'garder sa figure Et tout de suite on comprenait Monsieur Browning, qu'on l'appelait Un nom qui sentait l'aventure C'était le roi du revolver Il en avait de magnifiques Qu'il avait ram'nés d'Amérique Où qu'on fabriqu' les vrais gangsters Il nous racontait son histoire Son premier crim' et puis la gloire Browning, Browning Il nous montrait des tas d'photos Pris's en premièr' pag' des journaux Browning, Browning Il nous disait: "Vous autr's en France Vous manquez encor' d'expérience" Browning, Browning Avec ça, pas besoin d'êtr' fort C'est l'maladroit qu'a toujours tort Et viv' Browning
Parc' qu'il avait de l'élégance Et des costum's de cinéma Il nous r'gardait de haut en bas Avec mépris et insolence Et tout's nos femm's, ell's l'admiraient "Ah! comment c'est qu'il a d'allure Et ce typ' là, quelle envergure" Mais nous, les homm's, il nous courait C'était toujours la mêm' histoire Son premier crim' et puis la gloire Browning, Browning On l'voyait sur les grands journaux Juste à côté d'Greta Garbo Browning, Browning A l'écouter, on d'venait bête On n'avait plus qu'ça dans la tête Browning, Browning Et nous pensions "Marre à la fin! Il nous ennuie, l'Américain Et son Browning"
Pour nous apprendr' la vraie manière Pour nous donner un' bonn' leçon Il a tenu, ce brav' garçon A nous montrer son savoir-faire C'est dans un' sall' de restaurant Qu'il a voulu fair' l'expérience Mais le pauvr' typ' n'a pas eu d'chance Comme il sortait ses instruments Il a roulé sous la banquette Avec un p'tit trou dans la tête Browning, Browning Oh ça n'a pas claqué bien fort Mais tout de mêm', il en est mort Browning, Browning Et puis quelqu'un dans le silence A dit "Maint'nant à quoi qu'tu penses Browning, Browning?" Il pens' plus rien puisqu'il est mort Tu parlais trop... ben t'as eu tort Bye-Bye, Browning
Letters Have No Arms Composer(s): Ernest Tubb - Arbie Gibson Performer(s): Ernest Tubb and multiple other artists
I just got your letter dearest sweetheart And darlin, I miss you, oh, so much Your letter has cheered me but Im lonesome Lonesome just to feel you lovin touch
Letters have no arms to hold me Kiss on paper are so cold These sweet things that you write in your letters I want to be with you dear when told
Letters never bring me the touch of your hand Or none of your sweet lovin charms I get so lonesome for you darlin And you know that Letters Have No Arms
Letters have no arms to hold me Kiss on paper are so cold These sweet things that you write in your letters I want to be with you dear when told
Letters never bring me the touch of your hand Or none of your sweet lovin charms I get so lonesome for you darlin And you know that Letters Have No Arms
Brown Eyed Handsome Man Composer(s): Chuck Berry Originally performed by: Chuck Berry Covered by various other artists
Arrested on charges of unemployment he was sitting in the witness stand The judge's wife called up the district attorney Said you free that brown eyed man You want your job you better free that brown eyed man
Flying across the desert in a TWA I saw a woman walking across the sand She been a-walkin' thirty miles en route to Bombay To get a brown eyed handsome man Her destination was a brown eyed handsome man
Way back in history three thousand years Back every since the world began There's been a whole lot of good women shed a tear For a brown eyed handsome man That's what the trouble was brown eyed handsome man
Beautiful daughter couldn't make up her mind Between a doctor and a lawyer man Her mother told her daughter go out and find yourself A brown eyed handsome man That's what your daddy is a brown eyed handsome man
Milo Venus was a beautiful lass She had the world in the palm of her hand But she lost both her arms in a wrestling match To get brown eyed handsome man She fought and won herself a brown eyed handsome man
Two, three count with nobody on He hit a high fly into the stand Rounding third he was headed for home It was a brown eyed handsome man That won the game; it was a brown eyed handsome man
Brown Sugar Composer(s): Mick Jagger; Keith Richard Originally performed by: The Rolling Stones Covered by various other artists
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the women, just around midnight
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should
Drums beating cold English blood runs hot Lady of the house wonderin' where it's gonna stop House boy knows that he's doing alright You should a heard him just around midnight
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like a black girl should
I bet your mama was a tent show queen And all here boyfriends were sweet sixteen I'm no school boy but I know what I like You should have heard me just around midnight
Ah, brown sugar how come you taste so good? Ah, brown sugar just like a young girl should
I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew How come you... How come you taste so good? I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew Just like a black girl should I said yeah, yeah, yeah, whew
Let's Work Together ((Adapted from: Let's Stick Together (by Wilbert Harrison) (1962)) Composer(s): Wilbert Harrison Performer(s): Canned Heat - 1970 and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1987 - Wi-j Doet 'T Samen (by Normaal) 1991 - Let's Wörk Togesser (by Torfrock)
Together we stand Divided we fall Come on now people let's get on the ball Let's work together Come on come on let's work together
Make someone happy Make someone smile Let's all work together and make life worthwhile Let's work together Come on come on let's work together Together we will stand every boy Every woman and man
2 or 3 minutes 2 or 3 hours What does it matter in this life of ours Come on come on let's work together Together we will stand every boy Every woman and man
When things go wrong as they sometimes will When the road that you travel seems all up hill Come on come let's work together Together we still stand every boy Every woman and man
Brown Skin Girl Composer(s): Norman Spann Performer(s): Harry Belafonte and various other artists
Everything to keep me from sleeping A lot of sailor boys they were leaving And everybody there was jumping To hear the sailor boys in Alcora singing
Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby I'm going away in a sailing boat And if I don't come back Stay home and mind baby
Now the Americans made an invasion We thought it was a help to the island Until they left from here on vacation They left the native boy here to mind their children
Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby ....
Now I tell you the story bout Millie She made a nice blue eyed baby And they say she fancy the mother But the blue eyed baby ain't know she father
Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby ....
Now the Americans all have their pleasure While the music play to their leisure Everybody there they were jumping To hear the sailor boys in Alcora singing
Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby Brown skin girl stay home and mind baby I'm going away in a sailing boat And if I don't get back Stay home and mind baby
Let's Wörk Togesser ((Adapted from: Let's Stick Together (by Wilbert Harrison) (1962); Let's Work Together (by Canned Heat) - 1970)) ((Dutch Version: Wi-j Doet 'T Samen (by Normaal) - 1987)) Composer(s): Wilbert Harrison - Klaus Büchner - Raymond Voá Performer(s): Torfrock - 1991
Mien Fründ hes nu n Problem Bruk sich nich drum to scheem Dat heb wi all schonmol hat Oder wat wat wat
Let's Wörk Togesser Jawoll, Jawoll Let's Wörk Togesser Weetst du, tosomm muck wi dat kloar Sech gau besched und wi sind glicks doa
Geit di dat bescheden Und du hess nix to freden Wi hölpn di utte Not Mit Therapie wards noch groot
Let's Wörk Togesser Jawoll, Jawoll Let's Wörk Togesser Weetst du, tosomm muck wi dat kloar Sech gau besched und wi sind glicks doa
Und nu aba! Let's wörk togesser! Give em the corner! All to hopen hier, togesser wörken hähähä Hauahauha Jawoll!
Weetst du, tosomm muck wi dat kloar Sech gau besched und wi sind glicks doa
Hess du nix antotrecken Brukst bloß wat to segn Wi giv di Büchs, Jack und Schoe Und Blomen för'd Knopploch dato
Let's Wörk Togesser Jawoll, Jawoll Let's Wörk Togesser Weetst du, tosomm muck wi dat kloar Sech gau besched und wi sind glicks doa
Hess du mit Deern schonmo Pech Ook de heb wi doa Elfriede hebt sech Se muckt dat schon kloar
Mit di togesser Jawoll, Jawoll Mit di togesser Weetst du tosomm muckt wie dat kloar Sech schnell besched und wi sünd gliks doa
Un nu nommol, let's wörk togesser Heinerich, Elfriede, all ran hier, togesser wörken Give em the corner Und nu nommol n beten improvisiern hier midde blues
Weetst du tosomm muckt wi dat kloar Sech nur besched und wi sind gliks doa
Brown Girl In The Ring Composer(s): Frank Farian Performer(s): Boney M.
Brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la There's a brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la la Brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la She looks like a sugar in a plum Plum plum
Show me your motion Tra la la la la Come on show me your motion Tra la la la la la Show me your motion Tra la la la la She looks like a sugar in a plum Plum plum
All had water run dry Got nowhere to wash my cloths All had water run dry Got nowhere to wash my cloths
I remember one Saturday night We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes I remember one Saturday night We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
Beng-a-deng Beng-a-deng
Brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la There's a brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la la Brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la She looks like a sugar in a plum Plum plum
Show me your motion Tra la la la la Come on show me your motion Tra la la la la la Show me your motion Tra la la la la She looks like a sugar in a plum Plum plum
All had water run dry Got nowhere to wash my cloths All had water run dry Got nowhere to wash my cloths
I remember one Saturday night We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes I remember one Saturday night We had fried fish and Johnny-cakes
Beng-a-deng Beng-a-deng
Brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la See, brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la la Brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la She looks like a sugar in a plum Plum plum
All had water run dry Got nowhere to wash my cloths All had water run dry Got nowhere to wash my cloths
Brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la Look that brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la la Brown girl in the ring Tra la la la la She looks like a sugar in a plum Plum plum
Let's Stick Together ((aka Let's Work Together (by Canned Heat) - 1970)) Composer(s): Wilbert Harrison Performer(s): Wilbert Harrison - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1987 - Wi-j Doet 'T Samen (by Normaal) 1991 - Let's Wörk Togesser (by Torfrock)
Well, a young marriage vow, you know, it's very sacred The man put us together, now, you want to make it Stick together Come on, come on, stick together
You know, you made a vow, not to leave one another, never Well, ya never miss your water till your well runs dry Come on, baby, give our love a try, let's stick together Come on, come on, stick together We made a vow, not to leave one another, never
Well, ya never miss your water till your well runs dry Come on, baby, give our love a try, let's stick together Come on, come on, stick together You know, we made a vow, not to leave one another, never
It might be tough for a while, but think of the child Cannot be happy without his mom and his pappy Let's stick together Come on, come on, stick together You know, we made a vow, not to leave one another, never
Brown Eyed Girl Composer(s): Van Morrison Originally performed by: Van Morrison Covered by various other artists
Hey, where did we go Days when the rains came? Down in the hollow Playing a new game Laughing and a-running, hey, hey Skipping and a-jumping In the misty morning fog with Our, our hearts a-thumping And you, my brown-eyed girl You, my brown-eyed girl Whatever happened To Tuesday and so slow Going down to the old mine with a Transistor radio Standing in the sunlight laughing Hide behind a rainbow's wall Slipping and a-sliding All along the waterfall With you, my brown-eyed girl You, my brown-eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah Just like that Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah La dee dah
So hard to find my way Now that I'm all on my own I saw you just the other day My, how you have grown! Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometime I'm overcome thinking about Making love in the green grass Behind the stadium With you, my brown-eyed girl You, my brown-eyed girl
Do you remember when we used to sing Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah Laying in the green grass Sha la la la la la la la la la la dee dah Dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee dah dee Sha la la la la la la la la la la la la Dee dah la dee dah la dee dah la D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d...
Wi-j Doet 'T Samen ((Adapted from: Let's Stick Together (by Wilbert Harrison) (1962); Let's Work Together (by Canned Heat) - 1970)) ((German Version: Let's Wörk Togesser (by Torfrock) - 1991)) Composer(s): Wilbert Harrison - Bennie Jolink - Bennie Migchelbrink Performer(s): Normaal - 1987
I-j hebt zin an høken, in de buurt spølt Normaal met drieduuzend man bestormt zie de zaal wi-j doet 't samen, niet alleen, wi-j doet 't samen of i-j jong of old bunt, arm of riek, wi-j doet 't samen
I-j wilt noar 't café, dat doe-j niet alleen alleen is niks an, dus i-j goat met zien twee dus goat wi-j samen, niet alleen, wi-j doet 't samen of i-j groot of klein bunt, links of rechts, wi-j doet 't samen
I-j maakt van 't leaven een mooie sport moar a-j alles alleen wilt, dan kom i-j tekort wi-j doet 't samen, niet alleen, wi-j doet 't samen of i-j wit of zwart bunt, bruun of geil, wi-j doet 't samen
Ik lef te dreumen op mien olde matras mien deern zag mien liggen, vond dat dat ok niks was zie zei: "kom op wi-j doet 't samen, en niet allene, samen" oh yeah of i-j lang bunt of kort, 't is een mooie sport wi-j doet 't samen
Brown Baby Composer(s): Oscar Brown Jr. Performer(s): Nina Simone and various other artists
Brown Baby Brown Baby As you grow up I want you to drink from the plenty cup I want you to stand up tall and proud And I want you to speak up clear and loud Brown Baby Brown Baby Brown Baby
As years go by I want you to go with your head up high I want you to live by the justice code And I want you to walk down freedom's road You little Brown Baby
So lie away lie away spleeping lie away singing Lie away sleeping lie away safe in my arms Till your daddy and you mama protect you And keep you safe from harm Brown Baby
It makes me glad you gonna have things that I never had When out of men's heart all hate is hurled Sweetie you gonna live in a better world Brown Baby Brown Baby Brown Baby
Lets Walk That-A-Way Composer(s): Twomey Performer(s): Doris Day & Johnnie Ray
(DD & JR) Lets walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way That-a-way we can be alone Take theyre throwing our chance to kiss away This-a-way only leads to home
(JR) Notice that were coming to the crossroads Should we turn to left or right? (DD) Mother is a-rockin and a-waitin But its such a lovely night
(DD & JR) Lets walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way That-a-way we can be alone Take theyre throwing our chance to kiss away This-a-way only leads to home
(JR) Well, dont you think the valley road is shorter? We could save about a mile
(DD) And now and then the short road can be longer If you linger for a while
(DD & JR) Lets walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way That-a-way we can be alone Take theyre throwing our chance to kiss away This-a-way only leads to home
(JR) Cant you see the night is just beginning And the moonlight weaves a spell (DD) We can take the road among the daisies You know daisies never tell
(DD & JR) Lets walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way That-a-way we can be alone Take theyre throwing our chance to kiss away This-a-way only leads to home
(JR) I got an awful lot of tender words to whisper Little ol words like I love you (DD) Everything you say is so convincing Yes, thats what we ought to do
(DD & JR) Lets walk a-that-a-way not a-this-a-way That-a-way we can be alone Take theyre throwing our chance to kiss away This-a-way only leads to home
(DD & JR) Leads to home That-a-way only leads to home
Brouillard Dans La Rue Corvisart Composer(s): Mickey Jones; Gabriel Yared Performer(s): Françoise Hardy & Jacques Dutronc
[Jacques] Toutes ces choses-là, on s'les murmure tout bas Le soir dans la rue Corvisart Le bar-tabac a éteint ses billards Brouillard dans la rue Corvisart Toujours les mêmes [Françoise] Mêmes pavés, mêmes paumés [Jacques] Toujours les mêmes [Françoise] Mêmes soupirs, mêmes souv'nirs, même détresse, même adresse [Jacques] Mêmes saisons, mêmes maisons [Françoise] Toujours les mêmes [Jacques] Mêmes chansons, même plus d'bar
[Françoise] Brouillard dans la rue Corvisart [Jacques] Toutes ces choses-là, on s'les murmure tout bas Le soir dans la rue Corvisart
[Françoise] Si seul'ment une seule fois [Jacques] Brouillard [Françoise] Un homme [Jacques & Françoise] Dans la rue Corvisart [Françoise] Toujours les mêmes [Jacques] Mêmes pavés, mêmes paumés [Françoise] Toujours les mêmes [Jacques] Mêmes trottoirs, même histoire, mêmes blessures, mêmes chaussures [Françoise] Même migraine, même rengaine [Jacques] Toujours les mêmes [Françoise] Même cafard, même mouchoir
[Jacques] Brouillard dans la rue Corvisart [Françoise] Toutes ces choses-là, on s'les murmure tout bas Le soir dans la rue Corvisart
[Jacques] Si seulement une seule fois [Françoise] Brouillard [Jacques] Une femme [Jacques & Françoise] Dans la rue Corvisart, si seulement une seule fois Quelqu'un dans la rue Corvisart [Françoise] Un homme [Jacques] Une femme [Jacques & Françoise] Juste une seule fois, brouillard dans la rue Corvisart
