Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Ça Fait Mal
((Adapted from: It Hurts Me (by Elvis Presley) - 1964))
Composer(s): Joy Byers - Charles E. Daniels - Georges Aber
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1964
Ça fait mal De te voir pleurer Pour cette fille-là Ça fait mal De te voir maltraité
Quand je dis Elle n'est pas pour toi À quoi bon, tu ne me crois pas Ça fait mal De voir pleurer un copain
Oublie-la, je t'en prie Renonce à l'aimer Car elle ment souvent Tu le sais
Mais quand je dis Elle n'est pas pour toi A quoi bon, tu ne me crois pas Ça fait mal Quand je te vois pleurer comme ça
Toi, tu l'aimes tant D'un amour si grand Que pour elle Oui, oui, c'est un jeu Elle te ment toujours Tu le sais pourtant Tu le sais Rien n'est vrai Dans son amour
Ça fait mal De te voir ainsi maltraité Ami, laisse-moi te parler J'ai beau crier, c'est insensé Oui, j'ai beau le crier Oh, toi, tu ne me crois pas Pourtant un jour tu verras Mon ami, que j'avais raison Cette fois-là
Guitare Et Tambourin Composer(s): Robert Marcucci; Jean Broussolle; Bobby De Angelis Perfomer(s): Dalida; Petula Clark; Luis Mariano
Il a suffit qu'un beau matin Un tambourin suive le refrain d'une guitare Pour que partout de Tahiti à la Volga Aussitôt ce soit la même histoire
Et vole les jolies demoiselles Comme des tourterelles pour s'en aller danser En ribambelle comme des hirondelles S'en vont à tire d'ailes au soleil de l'été
Il a suffit qu'un beau matin Un tambourin suive le refrain des Balalaï-aïka Pour qu'aussitôt la fille en pleur Oublie son cur dans les coquelicots Le long de la Volga
Et danse danse sous les tonnelles La pauvre demoiselle qui avait tant pleuré Et recommence avant les fiançailles Les baisers dans la paille derrière les moulins
Il a suffit qu'un beau matin Un tambourin suive le refrain d'une guitare Pour qu'aussitôt à Tahiti la Vahiné Parte dans les flots larguer l'amarre Et vole la jolie demoiselle Comme une tourterelle pour s'en aller danser Vogue la belle, vogue sur la lagune Les vagues sous la lune ont le goût des baisers.
That Tumble Down Shack In Athlone Performer(s): Richard W. Pascoe - Monte Carlo - Alma Sanders
I'm a long way from home and my thoughts ever roam To ould Erin far over the sea For my heart it is there, where the skies are so fair And ould Ireland is calling for me
There are eyes that are sad, as they watch for a lad In the old fashioned town of Athlone And I pray for the day, when I'm sailing away To ould Ireland, and mother, my own
Oh! I want to go back to that tumble down shack Where the wild roses bloom 'round the door Just to pillow my head, in that ould trundle bed Just to see my ould mother once more There's a bright gleaming light, guiding me home tonight Down the long road of white cobble stone Down the road that leads back, to that tumble down shack To that tumble down shack in Athlone
Ça Fait Drôle
Composer(s): Jacques Plante - Charles Dumont
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Ça fait drôle, ça fait vraiment drôle Quand nos corps se frôlent De nous éveiller Emerveillés... Ça fait drôle de sortir d'un rêve Au creux d'un lit tiède Surpris par le jour Dans notre amour... L'existence Toujours étonnante Fait de ces miracles Faudrait l'applaudir Comme au spectacle Ça fait drôle, j'avais peur de vivre Et puis tout arrive Et ce tout pour moi Ça veut dire toi
Ça fait drôle de rejouer ce rôle Contre ton épaule Ce rôle oublié De femme aimée... De renaître De me reconnaître Dans les yeux d'un être Lorsque lui non plus N'y croyait plus Il me semble Que mes jambes tremblent Que tout recommence Après des années de longue absence Ça fait drôle, je reprends ma place Faut que je m'y fasse J'apprends le bonheur J'l'apprends par cur
Ces voyages, je ne peux pas y croire J'ai eu trop d'histoires Je traîne avec moi trop de mémoire Mais quand même Ça fait drôle quand même D'entendre "je t'aime" Car si cette fois-ci... Si cette fois-ci... Si cette fois-ci... Si cette fois-ci... Si cette fois-ci... Si cette fois-ci...
That Train Don't Stop Here Performer(s): Los Lobos
Looking out my window I see my world has changed The sun won't rise this mornin' 'Cause baby's gone away
Yesterday I could tell myself That she'd be back for sure But that train don't stop here anymore
She used to go out with the girls Every now and then She always came home early We'd jump in bed by ten She'd tell me that she loved me She would forevermore But that train don't stop here anymore
Nothin' changes faster than baby's fickle mind I know she' lovin' someone Somewhere down the line I know that she still has a key I'm waiting by the door But that train don't stop here anymore
She ran out through the back door Screamin' in the night She said I was the devil I didn't treat her right The man down at the station Said "That was her for sure" Now that train don't stop here anymore
Ça Fait D'excellents Français
Composer(s): Jean Boyer - George Van Parys
Performer(s): Maurice Chevalier
Le colonel était dans la finance Le commandant était dans l'industrie Le capitaine était dans l'assurance Et le lieutenant était dans l'épicerie Le juteux était huissier de la banque de France Le sergent était boulanger-patissier Le caporal était dans l'ignorance Et le 2e classe était rentier
Et tout ça, ça fait D'excellents Français D'excellents soldats Qui marchent au pas Ils n'en avaient plus l'habitude Mais c'est comme la bicyclette ça s'oublie pas Et tous ces gaillards Qui pour la plupart Ont des gosses qu'ont leur certificat d'étude Oui tous ces braves gens Sont partis chiquement Pour faire tout comme jadis C'que leurs pères ont fait pour leurs fils
Le colonel avait de l'albumine Le commandant souffrait du gros colon Le capitaine avait bien mauvaise mine Et le lieutenant avait des ganglions Le juteux avait des coliques néphrétiques Le sergent avait le pilor atrophié Le caporal un cor isachronique Et le 2e classe des cors aux pieds
Et tout ça, ça fait D'excellents Français D'excellents soldats Qui marchent au pas Oubliant dans cette aventure Qu'ils étaient douillets, fragiles et délicats Et tous ces gaillards Qui pour la plupart Prenaient des cachets, des gouttes et des mixtures Les v'là bien portants Tout comme à vingt ans D'où vient ce miracle là? Mais du pinard et du tabac! Le colonel était de l'Action française Le commandant était un modéré Le capitaine était pour le diocèse Et le lieutenant boulottait du curé Le juteux était un fervent extrémiste Le sergent un socialiste convaincu Le caporal, inscrit sur toutes les listes Et le 2e classe au PMU!
Et tout ça, ça fait D'excellents Français D'excellents soldats Qui marchent au pas En pensant que la République C'est encore le meilleur régime ici bas Et tous ces gaillards Qui pour la plupart N'étaient pas du même avis en politique Les v'là tous d'accord Quel que soit leur sort Ils désirent tous désormais Qu'on nous foute une bonne fois la paix!
Guitar Man Composer(s): Jerry Reed First recording/First release by: Jerry Reed 1966/1967 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash Left my mama a goodbye note By sundown I'd left Kingston With my guitar under my coat I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis Got a room at the YMCA For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights Just lookin' for a place to play Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis I run outta money and luck So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia On a overloaded poultry truck I thumbed on down to Panama City Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars Hopin' I could make myself a dollar Makin' music on my guitar I got the same old story at them all night piers There ain't no room around here for a guitar man We don't need a guitar man, son So I slept in the hobo jungles Roamed a thousand miles of track Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama At a club they call Big Jack's A little four-piece band was jammin' So I took my guitar and I sat in I showed 'em what a band would sound like With a swingin' little guitar man Show 'em, son If you ever take a trip down to the ocean Find yourself down around Mobile Make it on out to a club called Jack's If you got a little time to kill Just follow that crowd of people You'll wind up out on his dance floor Diggin' the finest little five-piece group Up and down the Gulf of Mexico Guess who's leadin' that five-piece band Well, wouldn't ya know, it's that swingin' little guitar man
That Sunday, That Summer Composer(s): George David Weiss - Joe Sherman Performer(s): Nat "King" Cole and multiple other artists
(If I had to choose just one day)
If I had to choose just one day To last my whole life through It would surely be that Sunday The day that I met you
Newborn whippoorwills were calling from the hills Summer was a-coming in but fast Lots of daffodils were showing off their skills Nodding all together, I could almost hear them whisper "Go on, kiss her, go on and kiss her"
If I had to choose one moment To live within my heart It would be that tender moment Recalling how we started Darling, it would be when you smiled at me That way, that Sunday, that summer
(Newborn whippoorwills were calling from the hills) (Summer was a-comin' in but fast) (Lots of daffodils were showin' off their skills) (Nodding all together, I could almost hear them whisper) ("Go on, kiss her, go on and kiss her")
If I had to choose one moment To live within my heart It would be that tender moment Recalling how we started Darling, it would be when you smiled at me That way, that Sunday, that summer
Ça Fait Désordre
Composer(s): Claude Moine - Pierre Papadianmandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell
Ça fait désordre, j'imprime pas tout
Ça fait désordre, je passe à côté d' tout
J'ai pas l' talent d' l'ordinateur
Lui, la mémoire, moi, les souvenirs au cur
Comme quand tu t'en vas pour nulle part
Pour une étoile, même pas, un mirage
Ça fait désordre car j' suis pas du voyage
D'où tu reviens de tout
Tu pars, c'est comme ça, pour nulle part
Sans même savoir si j'suis dans tes bagages
Ça fait désordre, j' le vis comme un outrage
Et je reviens de tout
Ça fait désordre, d'être prisonnier
D' prendre tous ces trucs pour planer, et t'échapper
C'est du chantage aux sentiments
Ces faux paradis, c'est ta vie qui fout l' camp
Comme quand tu t'en vas pour nulle part
Pour une étoile, même pas, un mirage
Ça fait désordre car j' suis pas du voyage
D'où tu reviens de tout
Tu pars, c'est comme ça, pour nulle part
Sans même savoir si j'suis dans tes bagages
Ça fait désordre, j' le vis comme un outrage
Et je reviens de tout
Guitar And Pen Composer(s): Pete Townshend Performer(s): The Who
You're alone above the street somewhere Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight But inside you've got something to write In your hand you hold your only friend Never spend your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen
When you take up a pencil and sharpen it up When you're kicking the fence and still nothing will budge When the words are immobile until you sit down Never feel they're worth keeping, they're not easily found Then you know in some strange, unexplainable way You must really have something Jumping, thumping, fighting, hiding away Important to say
When you sing through the verse and you end in a scream And you swear and you curse 'cause the rhyming ain't clean But it suddenly comes after years of delay You pick up your guitar, you can suddenly play When your fingers are bleeding and the knuckles are white Then you can be sure, you can open the door Get off of the floor tonight You have something to write
When you want to complain, there's no one can stop you But when your music proclaims, there's no one can top you You are wearing you heart on your jumping feet You've got a head start away from the street
But is that what you want, to be rich and be gone? Could be there's just one thing left in the end Your guitar and your pen
When you sing to your mum, and you hum and you croon And she says that she'd like it "with more of a tune" And you smash your guitar at the end of the bed Then you stick it together and start writing again And you know that it won't be too long 'til your back To bring her some money, she's calling you "honey" Stashed in a bloody great sack In your Cadillac
You're alone You're alone
You're alone above the street somewhere Wondering how you'll ever count out there
You can walk, you can talk, you can fight But inside you've got something to write In your hand you hold your only friend Never spend your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen Your guitar or your pen
That Southern Hospitality (When You're Down In Dixie)
That Southern Hospitality (When You're Down In Dixie) Composer(s): Chas. McCarron - Raymond Walker
I love to meet a man and take him by the hand if he's from Dixie from dear old Dixie Because in Dixie land the people treat you grand They've got that Southern Hospitality Gee, there's something the matter with you If you can really be lonesome and blue in Dixie
You'll find a welcome there on every easy chair When you're in Dixie In dear old Dixie And when you get a meal, you get a meal that's real With good old sweet potatoes Southern style While there's nothing the matter with me I know a little bit better I'd be in Dixie
When you're down in Dixie In a town in Dixie With its Southern ways, Its "Home and Mother" days In their arms they take you Right at home, they make you Oh, oh, oh, you're always pickin' on a chicken When you're down in Dixie In a town in Dixie You're welcome, you're welcome to all you see And the population's at the station there When your train pulls in from "Any where" They're always glad to see you, take it from me It's that Southern Hospitality
Ça Balance Pas Mal À Paris
Composer(s): Michel Berger
Performer(s): France Gall & Michel Berger
[France] J'suis née ici
[Michel] Pas à Memphis
[France] J'suis de Paris
[Michel] Pas de famille
[France] J'ai jamais connu Cab Calloway
[Michel] J'ai jamais rien produit sur Brodway
[France] J'connais Passy
[Michel] Pas Albany
[France] J'suis pas Yankee
[Michel] T'es bien titi
[France] Moi j'suis pas pour les cocoricos
[Michel] Y a aussi du mauvais dans l'Ohio
[France & Michel]
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
[France] J'veux faire un show
[Michel] J'demande pas mieux
[France] Mets du nouveau
[Michel] Cest tout c'que j'veux
[France] Mais j'veux pas copier Ginger Rogers
[Michel] Pourquoi toujours América first
[France] West side story
[Michel] C'est bien fini
[France] Les parapluies
[Michel] C'était joli
[France] Mais je veux faire quelque chose à moi
[Michel] Faudra travailler mais pourquoi pas
[France & Michel]
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
[Michel]
Les claquettes c'est plus de notre époque
La Métro Goldwin Mayer c'est plus la meilleure
[France & Michel]
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal à Paris
Ça balance aussi
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance pas mal
Ça balance aussi
Well hello baby Come sit down, make your self comfortable Tell me somthing, how long have we known each other? About ten months huh? Say what`s that on your finger? An engagement ring? So you and john are getting engaged huh ? You know he`s a mighty lucky guy Should be proud to have a woman like you Listen, I`ve got something to tell you Don`t think I`m getting fresh or anything like that But this things been bugging me for a long time you know And it's getting heavier each and every day And I`ve just gotta get it off my chest See I`ve never seen anyone like you I`ve never known anyone like you Let me take me back to my childhood a while See we had a medium size family you know we were`nt rich But my mother tried to bring us us the best she could Did`nt commit no crime nor nothing But I had to reach man hood to commit this crime According to the code of love, if there is such a code See love is a thing well, you know? It`s a bit like quicksand The more you wriggle the deeper you sink And when it hit`s you you`ve just got to fall That's why I do believe that I am Guilty Guilty of loving you
That Song Is Driving Me Crazy Composer(s): Tom T. Hall Performer(s): Tom T. Hall
That song is a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again First time I heard it, I was with some friends It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody So would you play that crazy little song again for me
That song is a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again First time I heard it, I was with some friends It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody So would you play that crazy little song again for me
I love that part about break my heart and baby please come home And I love that line about a-hurtin' my mind and my beer ain't got no foam
That song is driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again First time I heard it, I was with some friends It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody So would you play that crazy little song again for me
Well you sing high and I'll sing low and everybody sing along But everybody quit while I get my kick singin' bring that boogie home
Hmmmm, that song is a a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again First time I heard it, I was with some friends It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody So would you play that crazy little song again for me
Okay gang... well that song is driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again First time I heard it, I was with some friends It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody So would you play that crazy little song again for me
That song is a-driving me crazy, I gotta hear it again First time I heard it, I was with some friends It's a simple little song you can sing along with an old time melody So would you play that crazy little song again for me
Ça A Raté
Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Roger Samyn
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Un jour que dans la rue seule je me promenais Un garçon inconnu soudain m'a accostée J'ai fait celle qui n'entendait rien, ne voyait rien Et l'ignorait mais ça a raté
Le lendemain par hasard comme je me promenais Je l'ai vu sans retard venir me relancer Pour le décourager je lui ai parlé de moi sans arrêt Mais ça a raté
Il m'a dit "que fait's vous ce soir?" Et il a si bien insisté Que jusqu'à minuit et plus tard Ensemble oui nous avons twisté
Il m'a dit "que fait's vous ce soir?" Et il a si bien insisté Que jusqu'à minuit et plus tard Ensemble oui nous avons twisté
On se voit chaque jour et dois je l'avouer Je suis prise à mon tour car je crois bien l'aimer Moi qui voulais à tout prix l'éviter Je suis bien heureuse que ça ai raté
Moi qui voulais à tout prix l'éviter Je suis bien heureuse que ça ai raté
Moi qui voulais à tout prix l'éviter Je suis bien heureuse que ça ai raté
Guilty Composer(s): R. Roker; G. Shury Performer(s): Pearls
As a lover you run for cover whenever trouble appears Kiss and run again, you kiss and run again Always ending in tears Youve been floating around like a butterfly But Im going to give you doubt
Cause youve been found and convicted of a serious crime Caught in possession of this heart of mine And Im locking you away for a long, long time Youre guilty, guilty, youre guilty of love Im the judge and the jury and defendant, too And Im just about to throw the book at you Youre guilty, guilty, cant get away Cause youre guilty, guilty, now hear me saying G-u-i-l-t-y
Now Im on the case, keeping you in place Aint so easy to do Dont step out of line, or youre gonna find Ill come a-gunning for you Just like an agent from the FBI, Im gonna get my man
Cause youve been found and convicted of a serious crime Caught in possession of this heart of mine And Im locking you away for a long, long time Youre guilty, guilty, youre guilty of love Im the judge and the jury and defendant, too And Im just about to throw the book at you Youre guilty, guilty, cant get away Cause youre guilty, guilty, now hear me saying G-u-i-l-t-y
found and convicted of a serious crime Caught in possession of this heart of mine And Im locking you away for a long, long time Youre guilty, guilty, youre guilty of love Im the judge and the jury and defendant, too And Im just about to throw the book at you Youre guilty, guilty, cant get away Cause youre guilty, guilty, now hear me saying G-u-i-l-t-y
That Song About The Midway Composer(s): Joni Mitchell First release by: Joni Mitchell - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
I met you on a midway at a fair last year And you stood out like a ruby in a black man's ear You were playing on the horses, you were playing on the guitar strings You were playing like a devil wearing wings, wearing wings You looked so grand wearing wings Do you tape them to your shoulders just to sing Can you fly I heard you can! Can you fly Like an eagle doin' your hunting from the sky
I followed with the sideshows to another town And I found you in a trailer on the camping grounds You were betting on some lover, you were shaking up the dice And I thought I saw you cheating once or twice, once or twice
I heard your bid once or twice Were you wondering was the gamble worth the price Pack it in I heard you did! Pack it in Was it hard to fold a hand you knew could win
So lately you've been hiding, it was somewhere in the news And I'm still at these races with my ticket stubs and my blues And a voice calls out the numbers, and it sometimes mentions mine And I feel like I've been working overtime, overtime
I've lost my fire overtime Always playin' one more hand for one more dime Slowin' down I'm gettin' tired! Slowin' down And I envy you the valley that you've found 'Cause I'm midway down the midway Slowin' down, down, down, down
Come All Ye Fair And Tender Ladies Composer(s): A.P. Carter Performer(s): The Carter Family - 1932 and multiple other artists
Come all ye fair and tender ladies Take warning how you court young men They're like a bright star on a cloudy morning They will first appear and then they're gone
They'll tell to you some loving story To make you think that they love you true Straightway they'll go and court some other Oh that's the love that they have for you
Do you remember our days of courting When your head lay upon my breast You could make me believe with the falling of your arm That the sun rose in the West
I wish I were some little sparrow And I had wings and I could fly I would fly away to my false true lover And while he'll talk I would sit and cry
But I am not some little sparrow I have no wings nor can I fly So I'll sit down here in grief and sorrow And try to pass my troubles by
I wish I had known before I courted That love had been so hard to gain I'd of locked my heart in a box of golden And fastened it down with a silver chain
Young men never cast your eye on beauty For beauty is a thing that will decay For the prettiest flowers that grow in the garden How soon they'll wither, will wither and fade away
