Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Peace, Brother! Composer(s): Jimmy Van Heusen - Eddie De Lange Performer(s): Mildred Bailey; Benny Goodman
Peace brother, ain't you glad you're young and able? Peace brother, chicken's on the table Peace brother, trouble's just another fable So they say!
Peace brother, ain't you glad you're through with hoein'? Peace brother, cabin light's a-glowin' Peace brother, lover's waitin' and you're goin' Right that way!
Don't you get enough to eat? Don't need shoes for your big feet! Got a smile from ear to ear Don't let it disappear You can't be beat!
Peace brother, all your sins can be forgiven Peace brother, ain't you glad you're livin'? Peace brother, up to heaven you'll be driven On that judgment day!
Can't Cross Over (River Come Down) Composer(s): Irving Burgie Performer(s): Miriam Makeba and multiple other artists
The river come down The river come down River come down I can't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
I wanted to go down To the other side of town There was water all around And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
Well a gal she come by And I give she the eye So she started to sigh And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
The river come down The river come down River come down And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
Now bird he can fly Foggy jump high Fishes never die And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
A well I stole me a kiss I couldn't resist Just think what I'd a miss If I could have crossed over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
The river come down The river come down River come down And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
I had a curiosity Now I got a family Bouncing baby on my knee 'Cause I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
So when you see your neighbor daughter Better run for the water You'll do things you hadn't ought to If you can't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
The river come down The river come down River come down And I couldn't cross over Why-o, why-o, why-o I can't cross over
Fernande Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens; Carla Bruni
Une manie de vieux garçon Moi j'ai pris l'habitude D'agrémenter ma sollitude Aux accents de cette chanson
{Refrain:} Quand je pense à Fernande Je bande, je bande Quand j' pense à Felicie Je bande aussi quand j' pense à Léonor Mon dieu je bande encore Mais quand j' pense à Lulu Là je ne bande plus La bandaison papa Ça n' se commande pas.
C'est cette mâle ritournelle Cette antienne virile Qui retentit dans la guérite De la vaillante sentinelle.
Afin de tromper son cafard De voir la vie moins terne Tout en veillant sur sa lanterne Chante ainsi le gardien de phare
Après la prière du soir Comme il est un peu triste Chante ainsi le séminariste A genoux sur son reposoire.
A l'Etoile où j'était venu Pour ranimer la flamme J'entendis émus jusqu'au larmes La voix du soldat inconnu.
Et je vais mettre un point final A ce chant salutaire En suggérant au solitaire D'en faire un hymme national
Ours Composer(s): Cole Porter Performer(s): Lena Horne and multiple other artists
The high gods above Look down and laugh at our love And say to themselves "How tawdry it's grown!" They've seen our cars In front of so many bars When we should have been under the stars Together but alone! Ours is the chance To make romance Our own!
Ours, the white Riviera under the moon Ours, a gondola gliding on a lagoon Ours, a temple serene by the green Arabian Sea Or maybe you'd rather be going out, buying gay Paree!
Ours, the silent sierras greeting the dawn Or a sun-spotted Devonshire lawn Dotted with flowers Mine the inclination Yours the inspiration Why don't we take a vacation And make it all ours?
Ours, the glitter of Broadway, Saturday night Ours, a box at the Garden watching a fight Ours, the mad, the brouhaha at the Plaza's Persian Room Or, if this fills you with gloom We can go and admire Grant's Tomb!
Ours, a home on the river facing the east Or in one of Park Avenue's least Frightening towers Oh, this champion chattin' Sounds to me like Latin! Why don't we stay in Manhattan And make it all Why don't we stay in Manhattan And make it all ours?
Can't Buy Me Love
((French Version: Je Ne Peux L'acheter (by Les Lionceaux) - 1964))
Composer(s): John Lennon - Paul McCartney
First release by: The Beatles - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Can't buy me love, love Can't buy me love
I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend if it makes you feel alright I'll get you anything my friend if it makes you feel alright 'Cause I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
I'll give you all I got to give if you say you love me too I may not have a lot to give but what I got I'll give to you I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
Can't buy me love, everybody tells me so Can't buy me love, no no no, no
Say you don't need no diamond ring and I'll be satisfied Tell me that you want the kind of thing that money just can't buy I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love
Fernand Composer(s): Jacques Brel; Gérard Jouannest Performer(s): Jacques Brel; Patrick Bruel; Michel Jonasz; François Rauber
Dire que Fernand est mort Dire qu'il est mort Fernand Dire que je suis seul derrière Dire qu'il est seul devant Lui dans sa dernière bière Moi dans mon brouillard Lui dans son corbillard Moi dans mon désert Devant y a qu'un cheval blanc Derrière y a que moi qui pleure Dire qu' a même pas de vent Pour agiter mes fleurs Moi si j'étais l'Bon Dieu Je crois qu'j'aurais des remords Dire que maintenant il pleut Dire que Fernand est mort
Dire qu'on traverse Paris Dans le tout p'tit matin Dire qu'on traverse paris Et qu'on dirait Berlin Toi, toi, toi tu sais pas Tu dors mais c'est triste à mourir D'être obligé d'partir Quand Paris dort encore Moi je crève d'envie De réveiller des gens J't'inventerai une famille Juste pour ton enterrement Et puis si j'étais l'Bon Dieu Je crois que je ne serais pas fier Je sais on fait ce qu'on peut Mais il y a la manière
Tu sais je reviendrai Je reviendrai souvent Dans ce putain de champ Où tu dois te reposer L'été je ferai de l'ombre On boira du silence À la santé d'Constance Qui se fout bien d'ton ombre Et puis les adultes sont tellement cons Qu'ils nous feront bien une guerre Alors je viendrai pour de bon Dormir dans ton cimetière Et maintenant bon Dieu Tu as bien rigolé Et maintenant bon Dieu Et maintenant j'vais pleurer
Prove It By The Things You Do Composer(s): Doris Fisher - Allan Roberts Performer(s): Bing Crosby
It's easy to say you love me Easy to say you're true Easy to say those words to me But prove it by the things you do!
It's easy to say you miss me When you're alone and blue Easy to say you care for me But prove it by the things you do!
Don't hold my hand when there's company Don't kiss me when folks can see Just do those things when we're alone They mean so much more to me!
It's easy to fool a sweetheart Who has so much faith in you You don't have to say "I love you!" If you prove it by the things you do!
Baby, you'd better stop holdin' my hand in crowds Don't kiss me when there's company Just do those things when we're alone They mean so much more to me!
Baby, easy to fool a sweetheart 'specially when she has so much faith in you You don't have to say "I love you!" If you prove it (how you gonna prove it? By the things you do! (prove it by the things you do!)
Fermín Composer(s): Agustín Lara Performer(s): Javier Solis; and various other artists
Por su temple y su valor y por su arte verdadero todos dicen que armillita es un maestro de cuerpo entero Ídolo de la afición por el arte y el embrujo con su capote de lujo la tierra hispana lo consagró
En un pase de Fermín se ha enredado una chiquilla esa chiquilla es Sevilla, armilla, armilla Pinturero del mandil, torerazo maravilla que domina con postín, eres amo y señor de la fiesta cañí: ¡olé!
En un pase de Fermín se ha enredado una chiquilla esa chiquilla es Sevilla, armilla, armilla Pinturero del mandil, torerazo maravilla que domina con postín, eres amo y señor de la fiesta cañí: olé
Llanto que se va en la tarde
buscando dónde anidar
lleva río abajo el canto
de esta pena vieja de mi Litoral ...
Guitarreando una esperanza
sauce y viento llevaran
galopando, la nostalgia
del gurí dolido de tanto remar!
Sangra el ceibo al besar el sol!
Su garganta quiere cantar
Canoitas tristes, siempre río abajo
canten en vez de llorar!
Liñador del alma, el viento
quiere ser un pescador
y arrojar sobre la pena
del mudo ranchito, su pesca mayor
Despeinando su tristeza
camalotales en flor
aguas arriba, cantando
alzarán un día su ardiente verdor!
Sangra el ceibo al besar el sol!
Su garganta quiere cantar
Canoitas tristes, siempre río abajo
canten en vez de llorar!
Ferme Tes Jolis Yeux Composer(s): Virgile Thomas; René de Buxeuil Performer(s): Berthe Sylva; and various other artists
Dans son petit lit blanc et rose Suzette jase en souriant Elle babille mille choses A sa douce et chère maman Mais, chut, il faut dormir bien vite Nous avons assez bavarde Faites dodo chère petite Car petit père va gronder Et tout en berçant la gamine La mère lui chante câline
{Refrain:} Ferme tes jolis yeux Car les heures sont brèves Au pays merveilleux Au beau pays du rêve Ferme tes jolis yeux Car tout n'est que mensonge Le bonheur n'est qu'un songe Ferme tes jolis yeux
Dans sa chambre de jeune fille Suzette devant son miroir A l'heure où l'étoile scintille Vient se contempler chaque soir Elle admire sa gorge ronde Son corps souple comme un roseau Et dans sa tête vagabonde Naissent mille désirs nouveaux Laisse là tes folles idées Gentille petite poupée {au Refrain}
Enfin c'est le bonheur suprême L'instant cher et tant désiré Avec le fiancé qu'elle aime Suzon vient de se marier Et le soir dans la chambre close Quand sonne l'heure du berger Elle laisse, pudique et rose S'effeuiller la fleur d'oranger Puis elle écoute avec tendresse Son époux chanter plein d'ivresse {au Refrain}
Scrub Me Mama With A Boogie Beat Composer(s): Don Raye Performer(s): The Andrews Sisters and multiple other artists
In Harlem there's a little place where everyone goes To see the way a washerwoman washes her clothes If you like boogie woogie rhythm, she's got a beat Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you a treat!
On every afternoon at one the sessions begin And all the boys from all the bands come down and sit in They sit around and knock each other out when they play While the boogie woogie washerwoman washes all day
Rubbley-ub-dub, that's just the way she rubs Rubbley-ub-dub, that's just the way she scrubs Rubbley-ub-dub, she wears out all her dubs She rubs and rubs her knuckles right down to the nubs!
Rubbley-ub-dub, that's how she kicks it off Rubbley-ub-dub, she keeps it nice and soft Rubbley-ub-dub, till someone hollers on "Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!"
You really ought to visit there if you've never been It doesn't cost a penny, just come down and walk in If you like boogie woogie rhythm, you'll get a treat Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you the beat!
Rub rub rub rub, a-rubbin' all day She's a-scrubbin' a boogie woogir rhythm all day! Scrub, rub, a-washin' all day Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!
Scrub me mama, scrub me clean And let me dream till Rubbley-ub-dub, that's the way she scrubs Rubs rubs rubs, rubbib' along Singin' a baloogie woogie song
Toot-toot-toot-doodley-ah-dah! That's how she kicks it off Ti-diddley-ah-hah! She keeps it nice and soft Ti-diddley-ah-hah! To someone, all is all Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!
You really ought to visit there if you've never been It doesn't cost a penny, just come down and walk in If you like boogie woogie rhythm, you will get a treat Let the boogie woogie washerwoman give you a treat! Scrub me mama with a boogie beat!
Barrelin' down the highway Wheelin' right along Hear the tires hummin' Hummin' out a song The rumble of the diesel The shiftin' of the gears The rhythm when he's rollin' It's music to his ears Cannonba-a-a-ll! Cannonba-a-a-ll!
Any kind of weather Any time of day When the rig is ready He'll be on his way He'll carry any cargo He'll go anywhere Name the destination And brother, he'll be there Cannonba-a-a-ll! Cannonba-a-a-ll!
The Boogie Man Composer(s): Kinky Friedman - Panama Red Performer(s): Kinky Friedman
Oh the boogie man, gonna get you an' Snatch you up and whip you off to Boogie land If you don't watch out He'll make you scream and shout He's gonna have them ants crawlin' in your pants With them creatures in your seat you're gonna get up on your feet You know you gotta dance To the Boogie Man He the Boogie Man
Well the boogie man got a little piece of land Got a mean ol lady keep him gentle as a lamb Got a dog named Frog and a VW van And the neighbors all think he's a insurance man But when the stars come out, the kids all shout Hey bring him out, bring him out He picks up his guitar and there's a change inside From the good Doctor Jekyll to the B-a-d Mr Hyde
Cannibals Composer(s): Mark Knopfler Performer(s): Mark Knopfler
Well he's daddy's little boy he plays with his toys He holds on to his daddy's hand His daddy says Sonny you're a big strong boy You're gonna be a big strong man And they go play catch they go play ball They go take a walk along the sand Big strong daddy and a big strong boy Living in a big strong land
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Daddy can I have a dinosaur Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more
Down in Louisiana there's a hurricane coming The little boy climbs the stairs And all along the levee all the people come running And the little boy's saying his prayers And a sleepy little laddie smiles up at his daddy And he's asking for his G.I. Joe And daddy tucks him in with a kiss upon the chin And says my little one I love you so
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Leave a light outside the door Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more
Lay down your head now don't get out of bed Don't you let the bedbugs bite It's time to go to sleep now not another peep And I'll see you in the morning light And then the radio was playing and the weatherman was saying The hurricane had blown away And daddy's little boy was jumping up for joy And he was singing at the break of day
Daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Daddy can I be a warrior Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more
Yeah daddy is he a goodie or a baddie Daddy why do people go to war Once upon a time there were cannibals Now there are no cannibals any more
Fensch Vallée Composer(s): Bernard Lavilliers Performer(s): Bernard Lavilliers
Viens petite sur au blanc manteau Viens c'est la ballade des copeaux Viens petite girl in red blue jean Viens c'est la descente au fond de la mine Viens donc grand shootée du désespoir Viens donc visiter mes laminoirs Viens donc chevaucher les grands rouleaux Et t'coincer la tête dans un étau Viens petite femme de St-Tropez Nous on fume la came par les cheminées Et si le bonheur n'est pas en retard Il arrive avec son gros cigare
Viens dans ce pays Viens voir où j'ai grandi Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort Sont tatoués sur mes bras comme tout ce décor Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Viens petite bourgeoise demoiselle Visiter la plage aux de Wendel Ici pour trouver l'Eldorado Il faut une shooteuse ou un marteau La vallée d'la Fensch ma chérie C'est l'Colorado en plus petit Y a moins de chevaux et de condors Mais ça fait quand même autant de morts Ma belle femelle de métal Je t'invite dans mon carnaval Ici la cadence c'est vraiment trop Ici y a pas d'place pour les manchots
Viens dans mon pays Viens voir où j'ai grandi Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort Sont tatoués sur mes bras comme tout ce décor Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Tu ne connais pas, mais t'imagines C'est vraiment magnifique une usine C'est plein de couleurs et plein de cris C'est plein d'étincelles surtout la nuit C'est vraiment dommage que les artistes Qui font le spectacle soient si tristes Autrefois y avait des rigolos Ils ont tous fini dans un lingot Le ciel a souvent des teintes étranges Le nom des patelins s'termine par ..ange C'est un vieux pays pas très connu Y a pas de touristes dans les rues
Viens dans mon pays Viens voir où j'ai grandi Tu comprendras pourquoi la violence et la mort Sont tatoués sur ma peau comme tout ce décor Pour tout leur pardonner et me tenir tranquille Il faudrait renier les couteaux de la ville
Viens petite sur au blanc manteau Viens c'est la ballade des copeaux Viens petite girl in red blue jean Viens c'est la descente au fond d'la mine Viens c'est la descente au fond d'la mine
The Bonnie Blue Flag Composer(s): Harry McCarthy Performer(s): Douglas Jimerson and multiple other artists
We are a band of brothers Native to the soil Fighting for the property We gained by honest toil And when our rights were threatened The cry rose near and far Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag That bears a single star!
Hurrah! Hurrah! For Southern rights, Hurrah! Hurrah for the Bonnie Blue Flag That bears a single star!
As long as the Union Was faithful to her trust Like friends and brethren kind were we, and just But now, when Northern treachery Attempts our rights to mar We hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag That bears a single star
First gallant South Carolina Nobly made the stand Then came Alabama And took her by the hand Next, quickly, Mississippi Georgia, and Florida All raised on high the Bonnie Blue flag That bears a single star
Ye men of valor gather round The banner of the right Texas and fair Louisiana Join us in the fight Davis, our loved President And Stephens statesmen are Now rally round the Bonnie Blue Flag That bears a single star
And here's to brave Virginia The Old Dominion State With the young Confederacy At length has linked her fate Impelled by her example Now other States prepare To hoist on high the Bonnie Blue flag That bears a single star
Then here's to our Confederacy Strong we are and brave Like patriots of old we'll fight Our heritage to save And rather than submit to shame To die we would prefer So cheer for the Bonnie Blue flag That bears a single star
Then cheer, boys, cheer Raise a joyous shout For Arkansas and North Carolina Now have both gone out And let another rousing cheer For Tennessee be given The single star of the Bonnie Blue Flag Has grown to be eleven!
Canned Music Composer(s): Dan Hicks Performer(s): Dan Hicks; Nick DeCaro
Canned music, canned music, playing on the radio Canned music, canned music, with out a doubt it doesn't go Favorites on the jukebox are only half the show when it's Canned music, canned music
A little before she left me, I asked her what it's all about She said I feel like dancin', She feel like stepping out I took her with the van, where the band was on the stand, playin' Live music live music
She got us on the dance floor, to me it was a sight I never seen my baby movin', like the moves she made on me that night I did not have a chance the way that music made me dance, it was ah Live music, live music
The rhythm was all around us, we was really steppin' out My baby said I'm livin' for this music, I asked her what it's all about She said I'm just a silly girl, this stuff has got me in a whirl It's just some live music, live music
And that was the night she left me, danced herself into my memory My baby had to leave me for the drummer, I guess I'll never solve that mystery I think I've learned my lesson just don't get too near the band when it's Live music, live music
A little before she left me, I asked her what it's all about She said she feel like dancin', she feel like steppin' out
