Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Me And Bobby McGee Danish Title: Carsten Levin Composer(s): Fred Foster; Kris Kristofferson Originally performed by: Roger Miller Covered by various other artists
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train And I's feelin' near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained It rode us all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana I's playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah Windshield wipers slappin' time, I's holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew, yeah
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' don't mean nothin' hon' if it ain't free, no no And feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues You know, feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away He's lookin' for that home and I hope he finds it But I'd trade all o' my tomorrows for one single yesterday To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin', that's all that Bobby left me, yeah But if feelin' good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, mm-hmm Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee
La-da-da La-da-da-da La-da-da da-da da-da La-da-da da-la-da la-da, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-la-da-la-da La-da-la-da-da La-da-la-da-la-la, Bobby McGee, yeah La-da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da La-da-da La da-da La da-da Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah Lo-da-lo da-la-lo-da-la Lo-da-la-lo da-la-lo la-la-lo la-la-lo la-la Hey, my Bobby, Lord, my Bobby McGee, yeah
Lord, I call him my lover, call him my man I said I call him my lover, did the best I can, c'mon Hey now Bobby now, hey now Bobby McGee, yeah La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, Lord!
La-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la-da la Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah
Me And Billy The Kid Composer(s): Joe Ely Performer(s): Joe Ely and various other artists
Me and Billy the Kid never got along I didn't like the way he cocked his hat and he wore his gun all wrong We had the same girlfriend and he never forgot it She had a cute little Chihuahua until one day he up and shot it He rode the hard country down the New Mexico line He had a silver pocketwatch that he never did wind He crippled the piano player for playin' his favorite song No, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy the Kid never got along I didn't like the way he parted his hair and he wore his gun all wrong He was bad to the bone All hopped up on speed I would've left him alone If it wasn't for that Senorita He gave her silver and he paid her hotel bill But it was me she loved and she said she always will I'd always go and see her when Billy was gone Yeah, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy the Kid never got along I didn't like the way he tied his shoes and he wore his gun all wrong One day I said to Billy "I've got this foolproof scheme" We'll rob Wells Fargo "It's bustin' at the seams" I admit that I framed him but I don't feel bad 'Cause the way I was livin' was drivin' me mad Billy reached for his gun but his gun was on wrong Yeah, Me and Billy the Kid never got along
Me and Billy the Kid never got along But I did like the way he swayed in the wind While I played him his favorite song Now my baby sings harmony with me To "La Cucaracha" She winds her silver pocket watch And pets her new Chihuahua I moved in to the Hotel and got a room with a shower We lay and listen to that watch tick hour after hour Outside I hear the wind blowin' o so strong Me and Billy the Kid never got along
On Dit De Lui English Title: It's Gonna Take Me Some Time Composer(s): Christopher; Temkin; Sterling Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
On dit de lui que c'est un coureur On dit de lui qu'il n'a pas de coeur Car s'il dit souvent ces deux mots: "je t'aime" Ça n'est jamais deux fois à la même
Oui, je sais bien Qu'il ne vaut rien Mais s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
On dit qu'il promet mais ne tient rien La peine des autres il s'en moque bien À plus d'une fille il fit couler des pleurs Plus d'une fille, d'ici et d'ailleurs
Oui, je sais bien Qu'il ne vaut rien Mais s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
Il a suffit qu'un beau jour je le voie Qu'il me regarde dans les yeux une fois Tout s'est mis à tourner autour de moi Je veux l'oublier mais je ne peux pas
On dit qu'il faut chercher à le fuir Car il ne sait que faire souffrir Aucune fille encore n'a pu le changer Et toutes ne pensent qu'à se l'attacher
Oui, je sais bien Qu'il ne vaut rien Mais s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
Oui s'il veut, au jeu de l'amour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour Moi, il me prendra à mon tour
Me Acosa El Carapalida Performer(s): Silvio Rodríguez
Me acosa el carapalida que carga sobre mi sobre mi pueblo libre sobre mi dia feliz me acosa con la espuela el sable y el arnes caballeria asesina de antes y despues
Me acosa el carapalida norteno por el sur el este y el oeste, por cada latitud me acosa el carapalida que ha dividido el sol en hora de metralla y en hora de dolor La tierra me quiere arrebatar el agua me quiere arrebatar el aire me quiere arrebatar y solo fuego, y solo fuego voy a dar Yo soy mi tierra, mi aire, mi agua, mi fuego
Me acosa el carapalida con el engano vil con cuentas de colores, con trueque de uno a mil me acosa con su elixir de la prostitucino me acosa con la gloria perdida de su Dios Me acosa el carapalida con su forma de ver asu estetica, su angulo, su estilo, su saber me acosa el carapalida con sintetizacion y quiere hundirme el alma con tuercas de robot La tierra...
Me acosa el carapalida con la guerra sutil hasta que digo bast y carga sobre mi me acosa con su moustro de radiactividad su porvenir de arena, su muerte colosal me acosa el carapalida que siempre me acoso que acosa a mis hermanos, que acosa mi razon
Me acosa el carapalida que vive de acosar hasta que todos juntos le demos su lugar La tierra
On Dirait Composer(s): Françoise Hardy; Jean-Pierre Castelain Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
le ciel s'est couvert tes yeux sont moins vert on dirait le ciel s'est caché tu t'es détaché on dirait et le ciel est comme toi indécis, ne sachent pas le ciel est tout gris soudain tu t'ennuies on dirait le ciel s'est fâché tu veux t'échapper on dirait et le ciel est comme toi fatigué et loin de moi et le ciel est comme toi indécis, ne sachent pas fatigué et loin de moi le ciel change tout comme moi
Me About You Composer(s): Garry Bonner; Alan Gordon Performer(s): The Turtles and various other artists
Perhaps another time or maybe 'nother place Could've eased my mind, would've never seen your face Or heard about you But now you call my name and your reality Though it's hard to explain, I know I'll never be Without you I know nothing about you But I know I don't doubt your love and I know that it's real By God above I know I feel about you
Got a handful of gold and a pocketful of dreams But a heart full of love and I know what it means To be without you Just sit by my side & share with me All the feelings inside and the things you see About you I know Miss Lonely will be here today Waiting for me; now the time is right, so hear me say The from now on I'll stay about you
I know Miss Lonely will be here today Waiting for me; now the time is right, so hear me say The from now on I'll stay about you About you, about you, about you
On Days Like These Composer(s): Don Black; Quincy Jones Performer(s): Matt Monro; and various other artists
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole la la la la la-la-la-la la la la la
On days like these when skies are blue and fields are green I look around and think about what might have been and then I hear sweet music float around my head as I recall the many things we left unsaid its on days like these that I remember singing songs and drinking wine while your eyes played games with mine
on days like these I wonder what became of you maybe today you are singing songs with someone new I'd like to think you're walking by those willow trees remembering the love we knew on days like these its on days like these that I remember singing songs and drinking wine while your eyes played games with mine
on days like these I wonder what became of you maybe today you are singing songs with someone new
Questi giorni quando vieni il belle sole la la la la la-la-la-la
Me (Without You) Composer(s): Andy Gibb Performer(s): Andy Gibb
Without you Stood alone on the edge of time Out of sight but forever mine Without you Sometimes there's no forgetting the night When we reached for the stars Just to be where it's bright But you left me behind What a crazy goodbye
Without you There ain't no love at all And without you There ain't no plans at all Without you Ev'rything's lost to the wind You were the love I was in How can I try to be me Without you
Without you Watching you take the world from me Leaving me with a memory about you Sometimes there's no forgetting the place Where you told me goodbye Like a slap in the face Where you tore me apart And I learned how to cry
Without you There ain't no love at all And without you There ain't no plans at all Without you Ev'rything's lost to the wind You were the love I was in How can I try to be me Without you
How can I try to be me Without you There ain't no love at all And without you baby There ain't no plans at all Girl without you Ev'rything's lost to the wind You were the love I was in How can I try to be me Without you
On Danse Sur Ma Chanson Composer(s): Raymond Asso; Léo Poll Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Ja voulu finir la chanson Qu'au printemps j'avais commencée Mais tu n'es plus à la maison Et les fleurs sont tout's fanées J'aurais dû chanter comm' les poètes Avec de grands mots notre bel amour Mais je n'ai pas su, ma chanson est faite De tout petits mots, ceux de tous les jours
J'ai pris tout ce que tu disais Amour, serment, toujours, jamais Tendresse Sur la splendeur de nos matins Et sur la douceur de tes mains Caresses J'ai construit de beaux souvenirs Avec le goût de mes désirs Quand, fier de ton sourire vainqueur Et ton regard un peu moqueur Quand tu posais là sur mon cur Tes lèvres
Oui, j'ai dû, sur un vieux piano Chercher l'air que j'aimais entendre Et qui pleurait comme un sanglot Mais personne n'a dû comprendre Car cette chanson que je croyais faite Pour chanter l'amour qui fut si doux Je l'entends partout comme un air de fête Et les gens ont l'air de rire de nous
Car, sur les mots qui tu disais Amour, serment, toujours, jamais On danse Sur la splendeur de nos matins Et sur la douceur de tes mains On danse Sur les plus jolis souvenirs Et sur le goût de mon désir On danse Et sur ton sourire vainqueur Sur ton regard un peu moqueur Et sur la peine de mon cur On danse
Puisque, sur l'air que j'aimais tant Que tu chantais si tristement On danse Puisque personne n'a compris Que, sur les mots que tu m'as dit On danse C'est que cet amour si profond Ne valait pas une chanson Je pense... Alors, j'ai voulu t'oublier Quelqu'un m'a appris à danser Et maintenant sur le passé Je danse Je danse...
McPherson Is Rehearsin' (To Swing) Composer(s): Marion Sunshine Performer(s): Ella Fitzgerald; Chick Webb
Oh McPherson is rehearsin' And the bagpipes are reversin' While McPherson is rehearsin' to swing And from Edinburgh to Dundee Every lad and every lassie Knows McPherson is rehearsin' to swing Och I dinna care said Sandy If the elders now approve I've a chick where plans are dandy And I'm in a mellow groove Now the bonnie bonnie lassies With the kilties on their chassis Have forgotten all about the highland fling Young and old folks get together And ther's truckin' in the heather When McPherson is rehearsin' to swing
Och I dinna care said Sandy If the elders now approve I've a chick where plans are dandy And I'm in a mellow groove Now the bonnie bonnie lassies With the kilties on their chassis Have forgotten all about the highland fling Young and old folks get together And ther's truckin' in the heather When McPherson is rehearsin' to swing
On Cherche Un Auguste Composer(s): Robert Gall; Charles Dumont Performer(s): Edith Piaf
"On cherche un Auguste"... Pancarte en plein vent Ecrite à la craie On cherche un Auguste... Je suis là devant Sous le ciel mouillé J'ai poussé le rideau Du cirque en plein air Qui fait le gros dos Sous le vent d'hiver
On cherche un Auguste... J'ai demandé le patron Qui dormait au fond Il m'a dit "C'est juste" Rajustant son melon "Si tu veux, causons - Pour ce que vous cherchez Je ferais bien votre affaire Je connais des histoires J'amuse les copains J' suis un boute-en-train Comme disait ma mère Et puis j'aimerais bien Voyager au loin
- On cherche un Auguste... Mais faut pas, mon garçon Te faire d'illusions Car la place d'un Auguste Comme situation C'est pas le vrai filon Les habits fripés La figure blême Les claques sur le nez Jamais de "Je t'aime" Pour les grands voyages On fait dans l'année La Lièvre et la Lier Et pour toute fortune T'as le clair de lune Et les poches trouées ...Eh ! L'homme ! Ben, ne t' sauves pas comme ça..."
McNamara's Band Composer(s): Shamus O'Connor; John J. Stamford; Guy Bonham; Wamp Carlson; Red Latham Performer(s): Bing Crosby and various other artists
Oh, me name is MacNamara, I'm the leader of the band Although we're few in numbers, we're the finest in the land We play at wakes and weddings and at every fancy ball And when we play the funerals, we play the March from Saul
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band
Right now we are rehearsin' for a very swell affair The annual celebration, all the gentry will be there When General Grant to Ireland came he took me by the hand Says he, "I never saw the likes of MacNamara's Band"
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band
Oh, my name is Uncle Julius and from Sweden I did come To play with MacNamara's Band and beat the big bass drum And when I march along the street the ladies think I'm grand They shout, "There's Uncle Julius playin' with an Irish band!"
Oh, I wear a bunch of shamrocks and a uniform of green And I'm the funniest lookin' Swede that you have ever seen There is O'Brians, O'Ryans, O'Sheehans and Meehans, they come from Ireland But, by yimminy, I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's Band
Oh, the drums go bang and the cymbals clang and the horns they blaze away McCarthy pumps the old bassoon while I the pipes do play And Henessee Tennessee tootles the flute and the music is somethin' grand A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band
On Broadway Composer(s): Jerry Leiber; Barry Mann; Mike Stoller; Cynthia Weil Performer(s): The Drifters
They say the neon lights are bright on Broadway
(on Broadway) They say there's always magic in the air (on Broadway) But when you're walkin' down that street And you ain't had enough to eat The glitter rubs right off and you're nowhere (on Broadway) They say the girls are something else on Broadway (on Broadway) But looking at them just gives me the blues (on Broadway) 'Cause how ya gonna make some time When all you got is one thin dime? And one thin dime won't even shine your shoes (on Broadway) Ha! They say that I won't last too long on Broadway (on Broadway) I'll catch a Greyhound bus for home, they all say (on Broadway) But oh! They're dead wrong, I know they are 'Cause I can play this here guitar And I won't quit till I'm a star on Broadway (on Broadway) Oh, they're dead wrong, I know they are 'Cause I can play this here guitar And I won't quit till I'm a star on Broadway (on Broadway) On Broadway (on Broadway) I'm gonna make it, yeah (on Broadway) I'll be a big, big, big man (on Broadway) I'll have my name in lights (on Broadway) Everybody, everybody's gonna know me, yes (on Broadway) All up and down Broadway (on Broadway) Ohhhhh yeah! (on Broadway)
McGee's Backyard Composer(s): Charles H. Hoyt; Charles Zimmermann Performer(s): Charles Reed
When I called on Miss McGee, I did it surreptitiously And things were far from pleasant when I came to say goodnight Her father by the front door was laying for me viciously While Towser in the back yard was spoiling for a fight I went out the back way, the dog I gave preference He was right on hand for me and met me with a growl Nicely then I spoke to him with soothing words of deference But up he walked behind me and at once got foul I grabbed He grabbed Towser got the best of it We both grabbed together The dog grabbed very hard I got one coattail Towser got the rest of it And I left my Sunday breeches in McGee's back yard
Old McGee the trousers found, he patched a dozen holes or more And when he wore a long tail coat they looked all nice and right He thought he'd struck a good scheme for starting up a clothing store And layed to do a young man who called another night He went out the back way to give his Towser chain enough The moon was hid behind a cloud, the dog could scarcely see He didn't know his master, but he saw the trousers plain enough It wasn't half a jiffy until he found McGee Dog grabbed Man grabbed Towser got the best of it They both grabbed together The dog grabbed very hard The fence got the coattail Towser got the rest of it And you couldn't find the breeches in McGee's back yard
Old McGee was very sore a strong explosive then he bought And with an old tin kettle he prepared a deadly bomb The dog had made it hot for him and for the dog he'd make it hot So he tied it to the dog's tail to steel him to the tomb Dog espied a black cat, made a savage dash at it Only takes a slight blow the powder to ignite The kettle struck a brick wall, came an awful crash with it Things around that back yard were scattered out of sight Dog flew Man flew Bomb secured the best of it They both flew together The dog flew very hard The kettle struck the hilltop Dog a mile to west of it And you couldn't find a vestige in McGee's back yard
On Attend, On Attend Composer(s): Claude Lemesle; Gilbert Bécaud Performer(s): Gilbert Bécaud
Content ou pas content On attend, on attend De sept à cent sept ans On attend le printemps
Content ou pas content On attend, on attend De sept à cent sept ans On attend le printemps
Ton cheval noir est mort sous toi Tu as marché toute la nuit La vallée de la mort c'est quoi C'est ta vie Pour un héros Un Zorro c'est zéro l'ami
Content ou pas content On attend, on attend De sept à cent sept ans On attend le printemps
Un salaud a brûlé ton blé Tu vas lui faire goûter ton Colt C'est toi qui as semé C'est lui qui récolte Et tu grilles une blonde Tranquillement sur sa tombe l'ami
Content ou pas content On attend, on attend De sept à cent sept ans On attend le printemps
Content ou pas content On attend, on attend De sept à cent sept ans On attend le printemps
Para mí como una princesita Mayra querida eres tú bajaré para ti todas las estrellitas, la luna llena y el cielo azul Para mí como una princesita Mayra querida eres tú bajaré para ti todas las estrellitas, la luna llena y el cielo azul
Y tejeré con mi cariño santo un delicado manto que te pueda cubrir sólo viviré para alumbrar tu senda porque eres bella prenda que tengo en mi existir Y tejeré con mi cariño santo un delicado manto que te pueda cubrir sólo viviré para alumbrar tu senda porque eres bella prenda que tengo en mi existir
Para mí como una princesita Mayra querida eres tú bajaré para ti todas las estrellitas, la luna llena y el cielo azul Para mí como una princesita Mayra querida eres tú bajaré para ti todas las estrellitas, la luna llena y el cielo azul
Y tejeré con mi cariño santo un delicado manto que te pueda cubrir sólo viviré para alumbrar tu senda porque eres bella prenda que tengo en mi existir Y tejeré con mi cariño santo un delicado manto que te pueda cubrir sólo viviré para alumbrar tu senda porque eres bella prenda que tengo en mi existir
On And On And On Composer(s): Benny Andersson; Björn Ulvaeus Performer(s): Mike Love
I was at a party and this fella said to me "Something bad is happening, I'm sure you do agree People care for nothing, no respect for human rights Evil times are coming, we are in for darker nights" I said, "Who are you to talk about impending doom?" He got kinda wary as he looked around the room He said, "I'm a minister, a big shot in the state" I said, "I just can't believe it, boy I think it's great Brother can you tell me what is right and what is wrong?" He said, "Keep on rocking baby, 'til the night is gone"
On and on and on Keep on rocking baby 'Til the night is gone On and on and on 'Til the night is gone On and on and on Keep on rocking baby 'Til the night is gone On and on and on 'Til the night is gone
Over in the corner I could see this other guy He was kinda flirty, he was giving me the eye So I took advantage of the fact that I'm a star Shook my hair and took a casual stroll up to the bar And as sure as hell this guy was coming up to me He said, "Who am I and who are you and who are we? What's our situation, do we have some time for us?" I said I was not exactly waiting for the bus He said, "If you're going somewhere can I come along?" I said, "Keep on rocking baby, 'til the night is gone"
On and on and on Keep on rocking baby 'Til the night is gone On and on and on 'Til the night is gone On and on and on Keep on rocking baby 'Til the night is gone On and on and on 'Til the night is gone
Mayo Composer(s): Miguel Bosé; L. Ferrario; M. Grilli Performer(s): Miguel Bosé
Era suave aquel incienso de olor a eternidad Mayo Mayo Mayo... era bueno ¿verdad?
Era grande aquel imperio de amor y libertad... Mayo Mayo Mayo... era fuerte ¿verdad?
El tiempo pasa y me enamora... El tiempo pasa arrasa quema y deteriora el viento call... ¿porque? Y en un momento todo olvido me devora
No soy el héroe que dió sus alas y se puso a amar... Mayo ¿no lo entiendes? no te mientas y mírame No soy la isla que tu fantasía quiso imaginar Mayo ciego escucha Mayo roto convéncete
Era injusto aquel infierno Soberbia y ¿ahora que? Mayo Mayo Mayo qué locura que fué... Mayo Mayo Mayo la locura se fué...
On And On Composer(s): Stephen Bishop Performer(s): Stephen Bishop
Down in Jamaica They go lots of pretty women Steal your money Then they break your heart Lonesome sue, she's in love with ol'Sam Take him from the fire into the frying pan
On and on She just keeps on trying And she smiles when she feels like crying On and on, On and on, On and on
Poor ol'Jimmy Sits alone in the moonlight Saw his woman kiss another man So he takes a ladder Steals the stars from the sky Puts on sinatra and starts to cry
On and on He just keeps on trying And he smiles when he feels like crying On and on, On and on, On and on
when the first time is the last time It can make you feel so bad But if you know it, show it Hold on tight Don't let her say: Goodnight
Got the sun on my shoulders And my toes in the sand My woman's left me for the some other man Aw, but I don't care I'll just dream and stay tan Toos up my heart to see where it lands
On and on I just keep on trying And I smile when I feel like dying On and on (9x)
