Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Mélanie Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Les chansons de salle de garde Ont toujours été de mon goût Et je suis bien malheureux, car de Nos jours on n'en crée plus beaucoup Pour ajouter au patrimoine Folklorique des carabins Folklorique des carabins J'en ai fait une, putain de moine Plaise à Dieu qu'elle plaise aux copains Plaise à Dieu qu'elle plaise aux copains
Ancienne enfant d'Marie-salope Mélanie, la bonne au curé Dedans ses trompes de Fallope S'introduit des cierges sacrés Des cierges de cire d'abeille Plus onéreux, mais bien meilleurs Plus onéreux, mais bien meilleurs Dame! la qualité se paye À Saint-Sulpice, comme ailleurs À Saint-Sulpice, comme ailleurs
Quand son bon maître lui dit: "Est-ce Trop vous demander Mélanie De n'user, par délicatesse Que de cierges non encore bénits?" Du tac au tac, elle réplique Moi, je préfère qu'ils le soient Moi, je préfère qu'ils le soient Car je suis bonne catholique Elle a raison, ça va de soi Elle a raison, ça va de soi
Elle vous emprunte un cierge à Pâques Vous le rend à la Trinité Non, non, non, ne me dites pas que C'est normal de tant le garder Aux obsèques d'un con célèbre Sur la bière, ayant aperçu Sur la bière, ayant aperçu Un merveilleux cierge funèbre Elle partit à cheval dessus Elle partit à cheval dessus
Son mari, pris dans la tempête La Paimpolaise était en train De vouer, c'était pas si bête Un cierge au patron des marins. Ce pieux flambeau qui vacille Mélanie se l'est octroyé Mélanie se l'est octroyé Alors le saint, cet imbécile Laissa le marin se noyer Laissa le marin se noyer
Les bons fidèles qui désirent Garder pour eux, sur le chemin Des processions, leur bout de cire Doiv'nt le tenir à quatre mains Car quand elle s'en mêl', sainte vierge, Elle cause un désastre, un malheur Elle cause un désastre, un malheur La Saint-Barthélemy des cierges C'est le jour de la Chandeleur C'est le jour de la Chandeleur
Souvent quand elle les abandonne Les cierges sont périmés La saint' famill' nous le pardonne Plus moyen de les rallumer Comme ell' remue, comme elle se cabre Comme elle fait des soubresauts Comme elle fait des soubresauts En retournant au candélabre Ils sont souvent en p'tits morceaux Ils sont souvent en p'tits morceaux
Et comme elle n'est pas de glace Parfois quand elle les restitue Et qu'on veut les remettre en place Ils sont complètement fondus Et comme en outre elle n'est pas franche Il arrive neuf fois sur dix Il arrive neuf fois sur dix Qu'sur un chandelier à sept branches Elle n'en rapporte que six Elle n'en rapporte que six
Mélanie à l'heure dernière A peu de chances d'être élue Aux culs bénits de cett' manière Aucune espèce de salut Aussi, chrétiens, mes très chers frères C'est notre devoir, il est temps C'est notre devoir, il est temps De nous employer à soustraire Cette âme aux griffes de Satan Cette âme aux griffes de Satan
Et je propose qu'on achète Un cierge abondamment béni Qu'on fera brûler en cachette En cachette de Mélanie En cachette car cette salope Serait fichue d'se l'enfoncer Serait fichue d'se l'enfoncer Dedans ses trompes de Fallope Et tout s'rait à recommencer Et tout s'rait à recommencer
Onda Su Onda Composer(s): Paolo Conte Performer(s): Paolo Conte; Bruno Lauzi
Che notte buia che c'è... povero me, povero me... che acqua gelida qua, nessuno più mi salverà... son caduto dalla nave son caduto mentre a bordo c'era il ballo...
Onda su onda il mare mi porterà alla deriva in balia di una sorte bizzarra e cattiva... onda su onda, mi sto allontanando ormai... la nave è una lucciola persa nel blu... mai più mi salverò...
Sara, ti sei accorta? Stai già danzando insieme a lui... con gli occhi chiusi ti stringi a lui... Sara... ma non importa...
Stupenda l'isola è... il clima è dolce intorno a me, ci sono palme e bambù... è un luogo pieno di virtù... steso al sole ad asciugarmi il corpo e il viso guardo in faccia il paradiso...
Onda su onda il mar mi ha portato qui: ritmi, canzoni donne di sogno, banane, lamponi... onda su onda mi sono ambientato ormai... il naufragio mi ha dato la felicità che tu non mi sai dar...
Sara, ti sei accorta? Tu stai danzando insieme a lui... con gli occhi chiusi ti stringi a lui... Sara... ma non importa...
Il y a des jours où, quand le jour se lève On voudrait rentrer tout au fond d'un rêve Et puis, soudain, lorsque le clocher sonne Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne
Alors, on ferme les yeux un instant Quand on les rouvre, tout est comme avant Les gens vous voient et leur regard s'étonne Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne
Comme au milieu d'un cinéma désert On rembobine et tout passe à l'envers Et quand on pense aux gens qu'on abandonne Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne
La la la la la la La la la La la la...
Ouvrir son cur à tous les vents qui passent Et, qu'un matin, tous les chagrins s'effacent Pour oublier, dans le bonheur qu'on donne Qu'il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne
Qu'il y a des jours où, quand le jour se lève Ou voudrait rentrer tout au fond des rêves Et s'endormir lorsque le clocher sonne Il y a des jours où l'on n'est plus personne
Oncle Archibald Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Barbara
O vous, les arracheurs de dents Tous les cafards, les charlatans Les prophètes Comptez plus sur oncle Archibald Pour payer les violons du bal A vos fêtes
En courant sus à un voleur Qui venait de lui chiper l'heure A sa montre Oncle Archibald, coquin de sort! Fit, de Sa Majesté la Mort La rencontre
Telle un' femm' de petit' vertu Elle arpentait le trottoir du Cimetière Aguichant les hommes en troussant Un peu plus haut qu'il n'est décent Son suaire
Oncle Archibald, d'un ton gouailleur Lui dit: "Va-t'en fair' pendre ailleurs Ton squelette Fi! des femelles décharnees! Vive les belles un tantinet Rondelettes!"
Lors, montant sur ses grands chevaux La Mort brandit la longue faux D'agronome Qu'elle serrait dans son linceul Et faucha d'un seul coup, d'un seul Le bonhomme
Comme il n'avait pas l'air content Elle lui dit: "Ça fait longtemps Que je t'aime Et notre hymen à tous les deux Etait prévu depuis le jour de Ton baptême
"Si tu te couches dans mes bras Alors la vie te semblera Plus facile Tu y seras hors de portée Des chiens, des loups, des homm's et des Imbéciles
"Nul n'y contestera tes droits Tu pourras crier "Vive le roi!" Sans intrigue Si l'envi' te prend de changer Tu pourras crier sans danger "Vive la Ligue!"
"Ton temps de dupe est révolu Personne ne se paiera plus Sur ta bête Les "Plaît-il, maître?" auront plus cours Plus jamais tu n'auras à courber la tête"
Et mon oncle emboîta le pas De la belle, qui ne semblait pas Si féroce Et les voilà, bras d'ssus, bras d'ssous Les voilà partis je n' sais où Fair' leurs noces
O vous, les arracheurs de dents Tous les cafards, les charlatans Les prophètes Comptez plus sur oncle Archibald Pour payer les violons du bal A vos fêtes
Once You Understand Composer(s): Lou Stallman; Bobby Susser Performer(s): Think
Things get a little easier Once you understand Things get a little easier Once you understand.....
I`ll be expecting you to Get a haircut by Friday (Forget it, Dad) (That won`t change anything) Forget nothing, you`ll do as I say As long as you`re living in my house
He knows I`m not feeling well And yet he doesn`t take one Second out to help his mother His only concern is for himself
(Come on, Ma) (What do you want from me) Don`t argue with your mother Just shut up and listen
But, Mom, all my Friends will be there (I said, no, you can`t go)
But why (I don`t want you In that neighborhood) Why, what`s wrong With that neighborhood (I don`t like the kind of People living there) Why, what`s wrong with them (Nevermind) (Some day, you`ll thank me)
Are you sure no one kept you Company tonight while You were babysitting (What`s that supposed to mean) Just curious (Admit it, Mom, you don`t trust me)
Where are you going now (To my friend`s house) Don`t you have things To do in the house Don`t you have any homework Why don`t you sit down And read a book (oh, ma)
Don`t oh, Ma, me You`re wasting your life Away with the foolish things (What are you talking about How about your bridge club And your ladies groups And your parties and Your daytime programs What about all that) That`s different
Ma, I`ll be home at eleven (You better be home at ten or Don`t bother to come home at all)
When I was your age I was working twelve hours a day Six days a week helping to pay For the food and the rent (I don`t understand, what`s That got to do with me) If you can`t figure that out For yourself, you`re stupid
Hey, Dad Did you see my new guitar I joined a group (Son, there`s a little bit more To life than joining a group And playing the guitar) Yeah, Dad, what is there to life
Mister Cook (yes) You have a son named Robert Robert Cook, age seventeen (yes) I`m sorry, Mister Cook You better come down To the station house You son is dead (dead, how) He died of an overdose (oh, God)
It's a melancholy moon, making magic in an empty night It's a sorry serenade that's being played when you're not near me And I long to hold you near me So my darling if you hear me Let the stars begin to shine Let me see them in your eyes tonight Give the music back its charms Don't let these arms remain without you Oh my love the world without you is a world that's out of tune It's a sorry serenade to a mighty lonely me and a melancholy moon Make it soon, here we'll be a mighty lonely me and a melancholy moon
Once Upon A Time In The West Composer(s): Mark Knopfler Performer(s): Dire Straits
Some people get a cheap laugh
breaking up the speed limit Scaring up pedestrians for a minute Crossing up the progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough for room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
Yes, and it's no use saying that you don't know nothing Still gonna get you if don't do something Sitting on the fence that's a dangerous course You can even catch a bullet from the peace keeping force Even a hero gets a bullet in the chest Oh yeah, once upon a time in the west
I want to marry your children Mrs. Lauden Some of your mothers ought to lock up your daughters Who's protecting the innocent team A heap of trouble in the land of plenty Tell me how we're gonna do what's best You guessed, once upon a time in the west
Melancholy Mood Composer(s): Vic Knight; Walter Schumann Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
and various other artists
Melancholy mood forever haunts me Steals upon me in the night Forever taunts me Oh, what a lonely soul am I Stranded high and dry By a melancholy mood
Gone is every joy and inspiration Tears are all I have to show No consolation All I can see is grief and gloom Till the crack of doom Oh, melancholy mood
Deep in the night I search for a trace Of a lingering kiss, a warm embrace But love is a whimsy And as flimsy as lace And my arms embrace an empty space
Melancholy mood, why must you blind me Pity me and break the chains The chains that bind me Won't you release me, set me free Bring him back to me Oh, melancholy mood
Deep in the night I search for a trace Of a lingering kiss, a warm embrace But love is a whimsy As flimsy as lace And my arms embrace an empty space
Melancholy mood, why must you blind me Pity me and break the chains The chains that bind me Won't you release me, set me free Bring him back to me Oh, melancholy mood
Dream, dream away Magic in the air, was magic in the air? I believe, yes I believe More I cannot say, what more can I say?
On a river of sound Thru the mirror go round, round I thought I could feel (feel, feel, feel) Music touching my soul, something warm, sudden cold The spirit dance was unfolding
(There's No Place Like) Home For The Holidays
Composer(s): Al Stillman; Robert Allen
Performer(s): Perry Como
Oh, theres no place like
home for the holidays
Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine
Of a friendly face
For the holidays, you cant beat
Home, sweet home
I met a man who lives in Tennessee
And he was headin for Pennsylvania
And some home made pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks a travelin down
To Dixies sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee
The traffic is terrific
Oh there's no place like home
For the holidays, cause no matter
How far away you roam
If you want
To be happy in a million ways
For the holidays, you cant beat
Home, sweet home
Noche de sortilegio y superstición Una gitana habla de traición Al ver la línea de su corazón ¡Ay, las cosas del querer! ¡ay, su orgullo de mujer! Celos, llenos de amor Sombras de confusión Uno más uno, tres Le dijo la mujer Su honra pisada, su alma ultrajada El odio araña a Carmen de España Corre con la venganza dentro de la piel Y al ver su hombre con otra mujer Le arde la sangre hasta enloquecer ¡Ay, la vida en un puñal! ¡ay, fatídico final! Celos llenos de amor Sombras de confusión Uno más uno, tres Le dijo la mujer Rayos de luna en nubes oscuras Ríos de muerte y amantes sin suerte Uno más uno, tres Le dijo la mujer Fuego de infierno y frío de invierno Dos cuerpos brillan y al fondo Sevilla Uno más uno, tres Celos de una mujer Uno más uno tres Celos de una mujer ¡Ay, amor! lo haría, sin dudar por tu amor ¡ay, amor! no pude soportar tu traición Uno más uno, tres Le dijo la mujer Rayos de luna en nubes oscuras Ríos de muerte y amantes sin suerte Uno más uno, tres Le dijo la mujer Fuego de infierno y frío de invierno Dos cuerpos que brillan y al fondo Sevilla ... Celos de amor, celos Uno más uno, tres celos de una mujer uno más uno, tres celos de una mujer Uno más uno tres
Once Upon A Time Composer(s): Dan Fogelberg Performer(s): Dan Fogelberg
Every morning you wake up alone And you shake up your soul But nothing stirs So you take the love of whoever you please But you can't find no reason For giving yours
'Cause, once upon a time You held a love so strong and fine That all the others simply don't compare She's always on your mind But once upon a time You had her there
Drive into town 'most every night On the chance that there might be someone Waiting for you You tell yourself you'll Give it your best Maybe settle for less But you never do
'Cause, once upon a time You held a love so strong and fine That all the others simply don't compare She's always on your mind But once upon a time You had her there
Every morning you wake up alone And you shake up your soul But nothing stirs So you take the love of whoever you please But you can't find no reason For giving yours
'Cause, once upon a time You held a love so strong and fine That all the others simply don't compare She's always on your mind But once upon a time You had her there
2000 Miles
Composer(s): Chrissie Hynde
First release by: The Pretenders - 1983
He's gone 2000 miles is very far The snow is falling down It's colder day by day I miss you The children will sing "He'll be back at Christmas time"
In me it's frozen in silent nights Sometimes in a dream You appear Outside under the purple sky Diamonds in the snow Sparkle Our hearts were singing It felt like Christmas time
2000 miles is very far through the snow I'll think of you Wherever you go
He's gone 2000 miles is very far The snow's falling down It's colder day by day
I miss you I can hear people singing It must be Christmas time I hear people singing It must be Christmas time
1 Of The 2 Composer(s): Brian James Performer(s): The Damned
Oh yeah you're all cracked up fury All get no jury to defend you You tried but you couldn't try When they see you You want me to hang around With you always But you lie and die When all you ever give me is disgrace That's the way down That's the way down That's sedation That's sedation Or one of the two Or one of the two With our saturation eyes You think you can disguise all those meat things But can you grovel in the dust With masochistic lust and make the song sing Oh yeah you're all cracked up fury All get no jury to defend you You tried but you couldn't cry When they see you That's the way down That's the way down That's sedation That's sedation Or one of the two Or one of the two Oh yeah you're all cracked up fury All get no jury to defend you You tried but you couldn't cry When they see you You want me to hang around With you always But you lie and die When all you ever give me is disgrace That's the way down That's the way down That's sedation That's sedation Or one of the two Or one of the two One of the two Or one of the two Or one of the two
Melancholy Man Composer(s): Mike Pinder Performer(s): The Moody Blues
I´m a melancholy man That´s what I am All the world surrounds me And my feet are on the ground I´m a very lonely man Doing what I can All the world astounds me And I think I understand That we´re going To keep growing Wait and see
When all the stars are falling down Into the sea and on the ground And angry voices carry on the wind A beam of light will fill your head And you´ll remember what´s been said By all the good men this world´s ever known Another man is what you´ll see Who looks like you and looks like me And yet somehow he will not feel the same His life caught up in misery He doesn´t think like you and me ´Coz he can´t see what you and I can see
When all the stars are falling down Into the sea and on the ground And angry voices carry on the wind A beam of light will fill your head And you´ll remember what´s been said By all the good men this world´s ever known Another man is what you´ll see Who looks like you and looks like me And yet somehow he will not feel the same His life caught up in misery He doesn´t think like you and me (A melancholy man) ´Coz he can´t see what you and I can see (A very lonely man) (Repeat both verses together)
