Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Levon Composer(s): Elton John - Bernie Taupin First release by: Elton John - 1971 Covered by multiple other artists
Levon wears his war wound like a crown He calls his child Jesus 'cause he likes the name And he sends him to the finest school in town
Levon, Levon likes his money He makes a lot they say Spend his days counting In a garage by the motorway
He was born a pauper To a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is dead and war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today
And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man And he shall be Levon In tradition with the family plan And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon
Levons sells cartoon balloons in town His family business thrives Jesus blows up balloons all day Sits on the porch swing watching them fly And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus Leave Levon far behind Take a balloon and go sailing While Levon, Levon slowly dies
And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon
Bruton Town (Traditional) Performer(s): The Pentangle and various other artists
In Bruton town there lived a farmer Who had two sons and one daughter dear By day and night they were contriving To fill their parents' heart with fear
He told his secrets to no other But unto her brother this he said 'I think our servant courts our sister I think they has a great mind to wed I'll put an end to all their courtship I'll send him silent to his grave'
They asked him to go a-hunting Without any fear or strife And these two bold and wicked villains They took away this young man's life
And in the ditch there was no water Where only bush and briars grew They could not hide the blood of slaughter So in the ditch his body they threw
When they returned home from hunting She asked for her servant-man "I ask because I see you whisper So brothers tell me if you can"
"O sister, you do offend me Because you so examine me We've lost him where we've been a-hunting No more of him we could not see"
As she lay dreaming on her pillow She thought she saw her heart's delight By her bed side as she lay weeping He was dressed all in his bloody coat
"Don't weep for me, my dearest jewel Don't weep for me nor care nor pine For your two brothers killed me so cruel In such a place you may me find"
As she rose early the very next morning With heavy sigh and bitter groan The only love that she admired She found in the ditch where he was thrown
Three days and nights she did sit by him And her poor heart was filled with woe Till cruel hunger crept upon her And home she was obliged to go
Lettre Ouverte Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Le silence des ports enflamme ma planète Les ondes des radios surveillent mes décors Princesse de la nuit, fille des astres morts La centrale atomique pose son théorème
Dans la veine bleutée du junky qui délire Noyé dans la musique coule un liquide froid Qui mesure en c.c. ce qui reste à vivre De nos cerveaux rongés monte l'hymne à la joie
Je suis un écrivain ivre de dialectique J'ai l'optimisme suisse sur un compte bloqué À peu près aussi drôle qu'une porte de clinique Qui s'ouvre sur la morgue juste après le guichet
Souriez ! souriez ! déchirez-vous la gueule! Ordre nouveau est là, pour nos petits enfants! Mr. Pauwels s'en va fleurir nos camisoles Dans les matins magiques et les buissons ardents!
Je suis un pessimiste et payé par personne Au-dessus de mes yeux poussent des fleurs fanées La fumée des usines me fait une couronne Ma mère a enfantè dans les pieds d'un crassier
Brussels Blues Composer(s): Benny Goodman; Jimmy Rushing Performer(s): Benny Goodman
I'm going to Brussels, dig that Brussels fair And I'm going to Brussels, dig that Brussels fair Big shot, little shot, square's gonna be there
They're gonna jump and shout, we're gonna have a real good time We gonna jump and shout and have a real good time Benny Goodman gonna swing, if he doesn't change his mind
We gonna rock, we gonna rock this joint We gonna rock, we gonna roll this joint We gonna swing, we gonna swing this joint We gonna rock, we gonna rock this joint We gonna rock, we gonna swing this joint We gonna rock, we gonna rock the fair We gonna rock, we gonna jump the fair We gonna rock, we gonna roll the joint We gonna rock, we gonna sell the joint We gonna rock, we gonna fire the joint We gonna rock, we gonna rock this joint We gonna rock this joint tonight
Going to Brussels, going to have a real good time Yes I'm going to Brussels, and have me a real good time Things gonna be all right, things gonna be real fine
Didn't spend a dime and I ain't got nothin' to lose Didn't spend a dime and I ain't got nothin' to lose Yes, and left me with those Brussels blues
Lettre À Mon Père Composer(s): Yves Duteil Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Je te cherchais depuis lontemps tu m'as laissé en t'en allant un grand paquet de mots d'amour et ce silence encore si lourd le souvenir de ces chimères que tu fuyais pendant la guère les bateaux, les trains, les camions les quais de gare et les wagons la frayeur de ces années noires je la lisais dans ton regard avec l'horreur, le désespoir et le travail obligatoire peut-être un jour si tu m'attends on parlera de tout ce temps on a perdu sans rien se dire ne pas savoir se sourire quand je sentais venir la fin je me revois tenir ta main et te parler pendant des heures en regardant battre ton coeur a ta façon, tu nous aimais mais tous les mots qu'on attendait restaient enfouis bien trop profond en souffrance dans leur prison de la haut, si tu nous entends reviens vers nous de temps en temps as-tu enfin trouvé la paix et le repos là où tu es j'avais tout juste 50 ans tu m'as légué en t'en allant ce regard triste et douloureux un portrait d'enfant malheureux qui n'a pas pu trouver sa place enfermé dans sa carapace et sur qui les fées ni les dieux n'ont jamais du poser les yeux aprés avoir tant bien que mal grandit à l'ombre d'une étoile sans pour autant trouvé le nord il t'a fallu partir encore marcher de nuit à travers champ mais dans tes lettres avec le temps de ces souffrances et de ces peurs il ne reste que le meilleur
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à ta façon, tu nous aimais mais tous les mots qu'on attendait restaient enfouis bien trop profond en souffrance dans leur prison de là haut, si tu nous entends reviens vers nous de temps en temps as-tu enfin trouvé la paix et le repos là où tu es toi mon père que j'aimais tant je te cherchais depuis longtemps mais tu voyages désormais pres de moi bien plus que jamais repose en paix dans nos mémoires le plus tendre de notre histoire se sont les mots qu'on a pas dit c'est à toi que je les dédie
C'était Trop Beau ((Adapted from: Baby Don't Go (Sonny & Cher) - 1964)) Composer(s): Sonny Bono - Georges Aber Performer(s): Sylvie Vartan - 1965
C'était trop beau Ils vont se quitter bientôt
On doit fermer sa porte Oublier le passé Le temps des amours mortes un jour Qui m'ont tant fait pleurer Un seul regret Cet amour-là, on y croyait
C'était trop beau Ils vont se quitter bientôt Sans un mot Ils vont se quitter bientôt
On écrit sur le sable Des beaux serments d'un jour On les croyait capables De s'aimer pour toujours Que de regrets ! Ça vous fait mal rien que d'y penser
C'était trop beau Ils vont se quitter bientôt Sans un mot Ils vont se quitter bientôt
Quand un amour s'achève Un peu comme le mien Plus la romance est brève Moins on a de chagrin Tant pis pour moi Mais j'ai mal pour ces deux -là
C'était trop beau Ils vont se quitter bientôt Sans un mot Ils vont se quitter bientôt
Brussel French Title: Bruxelles Composer(s): E.v. Altena; G. Jouannest; Jacques Brel Performer(s): Liesbeth List
Brussel was toen nog een bruisende stad Brussel was toen oh la la en olijk Brussel was toen nog een ruisende stad Brussel en Brussel was vrij en vrolijk
Op de Brouckèreplaats was het gala en bal Heren met strohoed en zware knevels dames met sleepjurk en parasol De paardentram schoof langs oude gevels Op het rembak zaten twee mensen blij te praten hij mijn opa zaliger, zij mijn oma zaliger Hij was sergeant-majoortje, zij zat op een kantoortje Hij dacht niet na, zij dacht aan niets dus wie verwacht van mij nog iets?
Oh, Brussel was toen nog een zwierige stad Brussel was toen oh la la en olijk Brussel was toen nog een tierige stad Brussel en Brussel was vrij en vrolijk
Op de kasseien rond de Sinte-Katelijn dansten de sleepjurken en de knevels Op de kasseien was t een dansend festijn De paardentram danste langs de gevels En op het rembak zaten twee mensen blij te praten hij mijn opa zaliger, zij mijn oma zaliger Hij had haar ingenomen, zij had hem laten komen t Was vrije keus van allebei dus wie verwacht er ernst van mij?
Oh, Brussel was toen nog een dansende stad Brussel was toen oh la la en olijk Brussel was toen nog een chansende stad Brussel en Brussel was vrij en vrolijk
In het gaslicht rondom de Sinte-Justine zongen de sleepjurken en de knevels In het gaslicht zong strohoed en crenoline De paardentram knarste langs de gevels En op het rembak zaten twee mensen blij te praten hij mijn opa zaliger, zij mijn oma zaliger Voor hem kwam de oorlog nader bij haar kwam gauw mijn vader Ze zongen als de nachtegaal dus wie verwacht van mij moraal?
Brussel was toen nog een bruisende stad Brussel was toen oh la la en olijk Brussel was toen nog een ruisende stad Brussel en Brussel was vrij en vrolijk, lijk
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
