Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Tombigbee River (aka Gum Tree Canoe) Composer(s): S.S. Steele - A.F. Winnemore Performer(s): John Hartford; Frank Crumit
On Tombigbee river so bright I was born In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn An dar I fust meet wid my Jula so true An I row'd her about In my Gum Tree Canoe
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
All day in de field de soft cotton I hoe I tink of my Jula an sing as I go Oh I catch her a bird, wid a wing ob true blue An at night sail her round in my Gum Tree Canoe Singing row away
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
Wid my hands on de banjo and toe on de oar I sing to de sound ob the rivers soft roar While de stars dey look down at my Jula so true An' dance in her eye in my Gum Tree Canoe Singing row away
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
Non, Non, Rien N'a Changé Dutch Title: Kom Maar Mee (Naar De Zee) Composer(s): Jacqueline Nero; Giuliana Peramezza Originally performed by: Les Poppy's Covered by various other artists
C'est l'histoire d'une trêve Que j'avais demandée C'est l'histoire d'un soleil Que j'avais espéré C'est l'histoire d'un amour Que je croyais vivant C'est l'histoire d'un beau jour Que moi petit enfant Je voulais très heureux Pour toutes la planète Je voulais, j'espérais Que la paix règne en maître En ce soir de Noël Mais tout a continué Mais tout a continué Mais tout a continué
Non, non, rien a changé Tout, tout a continué Hé! Hé! Hé! Hé!
Non, non, rien a changé Tout, tout a continué Hé! Hé! Hé! Hé!
Et pourtant bien des gens Ont chanté avec nous Et pourtant bien des gens Se sont mis à genoux Pour prier, oui pour prier Pour prier, oui pour prier Mais j'ai vu tous les jours A la télévision Même le soir de Noël Des fusils, des canons J'ai pleuré, oui j'ai pleuré J'ai pleuré, oui j'ai pleuré Qui pourra m'expliquer que ...
Moi je pense à l'enfant Entouré de soldats Moi je pense à l'enfant Qui demande pourquoi Tout le temps, oui tout le temps Tout le temps, oui tout le temps Moi je pense à tout ça Mais je ne devrais pas Toutes ces choses-là Ne me regardent pas Et pourtant, oui et pourtant Et pourtant, je chante, je chante ...
Forward Joe Soap's army, marching without fear With our old commander, safely in the rear He boasts and skites from morn till night And thinks he's very brave But the men who really did the job are dead and in their grave Forward Joe Soap's army, marching without fear With our old commander, safely in the rear Amen
Gum Tree Canoe (aka The Tombigbee River) Composer(s): S.S. Steele - A.F. Winnemore Performer(s): John Hartford; Frank Crumit
On Tombigbee river so bright I was born In a hut made ob husks ob de tall yaller corn An dar I fust meet wid my Jula so true An I row'd her about In my Gum Tree Canoe
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
All day in de field de soft cotton I hoe I tink of my Jula an sing as I go Oh I catch her a bird, wid a wing ob true blue An at night sail her round in my Gum Tree Canoe Singing row away
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
Wid my hands on de banjo and toe on de oar I sing to de sound ob the rivers soft roar While de stars dey look down at my Jula so true An' dance in her eye in my Gum Tree Canoe Singing row away
Singing row away row, O'er the waters so blue Like a feather we'll float, In my Gum Tree Canoe
42nd Street Composer(s): Al Dubin; Harry Warren Performer(s): The Boswell Sisters; and various other artists
Come and meet those dancing feet On the avenue I'm taking you to Forty-Second Street Hear the beat of dancing feet It's the song I love the melody of Forty-Second Street Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet They're side by side, they're glorified Where the underworld can meet the elite Forty-Second Street
Come and meet those dancing feet On the avenue I'm taking you to Forty-Second Street Hear the beat of dancing feet It's the song I love the melody of Forty-Second Street Little nifties from the fifties, innocent and sweet Sexy ladies from the eighties, who are indiscreet They're side by side, they're glorified Where the underworld can meet the elite Naughty, bawdy, gawdy, sporty Forty-Second Street
Guitar Man Composer(s): David Gates First release by: Bread - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
Who draws the crowd and plays so loud Baby it's the guitar man Who's gonna steal the show, you know Baby it's the guitar man
He can make you love, he can make you cry He will bring you down, then he'll get you high Somethin' keeps him goin', miles and miles a day To find another place to play
Night after night who treats you right Baby it's the guitar man Who's on the radio, you go listen To the guitar man
Then he comes to town, and you see his face And you think you might like to take his place Somethin' keeps him driftin' miles and miles away Searchin' for the songs to play
Then you listen to the music and you like to sing along You want to get the meaning out of each and ev'ry song Then you find yourself a message and some words to call your own And take them home
He can make you love, he can get you high He will bring you down, then he'll make you cry Somethin' keeps him movin', but no one seems to know What it is that makes him go
Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin But he never seems to notice he's just got to find Another place to play Anyway got to play, anyway Got to play
C'est À L'aube
Composer(s): Flavien Monod - Philippe Gérard
Performer(s): Yves Montand
C'est à l'aube C'est à l'aube Qu'on achève les blessés Qu'on réveille les condamnés Qui ne reviendront jamais C'est à l'aube C'est à l'aube À l'heure triste où le jour point Qu'on regarde son destin Dans les yeux À la croisée des chemins Les hommes crispent leurs poings Pour l'adieu C'est à l'aube C'est à l'aube De demain
C'est à l'aube C'est à l'aube Que se meurent les amours Que l'on renie les "toujours" Quand va se lever le jour C'est à l'aube C'est à l'aube À l'heure triste où le jour point Qu'on se blottit dans un coin Malheureux C'est l'heure où ma main Cherche vainement ta main D'homme heureux C'est à l'aube C'est à l'aube De demain
Mais à l'aube Mais à l'aube Renaissent tous les espoirs Et l'amour des grands départs Vers les mondes de l'espoir Mais à l'aube Mais à l'aube Au matin de nos destins S'éveillent des lendemains Merveilleux Dans la gloire du matin J'ai le monde dans ma main Ah! mon Dieu Car c'est l'aube Car c'est l'aube C'est demain!
Forty-Five Minutes From Broadway Composer(s): George M. Cohan Performer(s): James Cagney; William Bolcom
The west so they say Is the home of the jay And Missouri's the state That can grind them
This may all be But just take it from me You don't have to go out west to find them
If you want to see the real jay delegation The place where the real rubens dwell Just hop on a train at the grand central station Get off when they shout "new Rochelle!"
Only forty-five minutes from Broadway Think of the changes it brings For the short time it takes What a diff'rence it makes In the ways of the people and things
Oh! what a fine bunch of rubens Oh! what a jay atmosphere They have whiskers like hay And imagine Broadway Only forty-five minutes from here
When bunco men hear that their game is so near They'll be swarming here thicker than bees are In barnum's best days Why he never saw jays That were easier to get to than these are
You tell them old jokes And they laugh till they sicken There's giggles and grins here to let I told them that one about "why does a chicken?" The rubens are all laughing yet!
Only forty-five minutes from Broadway Not a cafe in the town Oh! the place is a bird No one here ever heard Of Delmonico, rector or browne
With a ten dollar bill you're a spendthrift If you open a bottle of beer You're a sport So they say And imagine Broadway Only forty-five minutes from here
The Green Manalishi (With the Two-Prong Crown) Composer(s): Peter Green First release by: Fleetwood Mac - 1970 Covered by multiple other artists
Now, when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks The night is so black that the darkness cooks Don't you come creepin' around makin' me do things I don't want to Can't believe that you need my love so bad Come sneakin' around tryin' to drive me mad
Bustin' in on my dreams making me see things I don't wanna see
'Cause you're da Green Manalishi with the two prong crown All my tryin' is up all your bringin' is down
Just taking my love then slippin' away Leavin' me here just tryin' to keep from following you
C'est À L'amour Auquel Je Pense Composer(s): Françoise Hardy - Roger Samyn Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Lorsque sa bouche à mon oreille vient murmurer mille mots tendr's, mille merveilles, mille secrets c'est à l'amour auquel je pense et que j'espère et que j'attends
lorsque ses lèvres sur les miennes vienn'nt se poser et qu'il me tient entre ses bras très fort serrée c'est à l'amour auquel je pense et que j'espère et que j'attends l'amour que j'appelle en silence à cet instant
un jour il vous jure "je t'aime" mais déjà le lendemain il n'est plus le même je ne suis plus rien
lorsque ses yeux au fond des miens viennent plonger et que mes cheveux par sa main sont caressés c'est à l'amour auquel je pense et que j'espère et que j'attends l'amour que j'appelle en silence à cet instant
un jour il vous jure "je t'aime" mais déjà le lendemain il n'est plus le même je ne suis plus rien
et lorsque pour une autre fille un beau matin il m'a quitté, laissée seule avec mon chagrin c'est à l'amour auquel je songe je me demande a ce moment s'il n'existe que dans les songes ou bien vraiment
Forty Years On Composer(s): John Farmer Performer(s): Reggie Goff
Forty years on, when afar and asunder Parted are those who are singing today When you look back, and forgetfully wonder What you were like in your work and your play Then, it may be, there will often come o'er you Glimpses of notes like the catch of a song Visions of boyhood shall float them before you Echoes of dreamland shall bear them along
Chorus Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Follow up! Till the field ring again and again With the tramp of the twenty-two men Follow up! Follow up!
Routs and discomfitures, rushes and rallies Bases attempted, and rescued, and won Strife without anger, and art without malice How will it seem to you, forty years on? Then, you will say, not a feverish minute Strained the weak heart and the wavering knee Never the battle raged hottest, but in it Neither the last nor the faintest, were we!
Chorus
O the great days, in the distance enchanted Days of fresh air, in the rain and the sun How we rejoiced as we struggled and panted Hardly believable, forty years on! How we discoursed of them, one with another Auguring triumph, or balancing fate Loved the ally with the heart of a brother Hated the foe with a playing at hate!
Chorus
Forty years on, growing older and older Shorter in wind, as in memory long Feeble of foot, and rheumatic of shoulder What will it help you that once you were strong? God give us bases to guard or beleaguer Games to play out, whether earnest or fun Fights for the fearless, and goals for the eager Twenty, and thirty, and forty years on!
Chorus
Blazoned in honour! For each generation You kindled courage to stand and to stay You led our fathers to fight for the nation Called "Follow up" and yourself showed the way We who were born in the calm after thunder Cherish our freedom to think and to do If in our turn we forgetfully wonder Yet we'll remember we owe it to you
The Green Grass Grew All Around Composer(s): William Jerome - Harry Von Tilzer
Little Johnnie Green, Little Sallie Brown spooning in the park with the grass all around Underneath a tree, they were making love, gazing at the silver stars above John said "Sallie our love will grow, I've got money said Sal, you know And if you will share my lot I'll give you all I've got"
Head upon his breast Little Sallie Brown Cooche Cooche Coo with the grass all around, now and then a kiss, then a loving sigh, what would popsey do if ma should die John said Sallie when we are wed, I'll bring breakfast to you in bed Come on dear just one more squeeze Give me your bank book please
After they were wed, I can cook she said Fried a piece of steak with the grass all around Made some biscuits too, which poor Johnnie ate Doctor, came, but then it was too late John delirious starts to rave, three days after he's in his grave All his happy days are gone, home cooking killed poor John!
And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around And each little bird in the tree top high said "Oh you Kid" and winked his eye And the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground With all your gold my turtle dove, said he "How can you doubt my love?" And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around
And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around And each little bird in the tree top high sang "Oh you Kid" "You're some wise guy!" and the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground John fancied he heard some one say, there's always one born every day And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around
And the green grass grew all around, all around, all around And each little bird in the tree top high sand "Oh you John" Goodbye, goodbye! And the green grass grew all around, all around, on the ground The biscuits he could not digest, were laid away with John to rest And the green grass grew all around, all around, and the green grass grew all around
C'est À Hambourg
Composer(s): Claude Delécluse - Marguerite Monnot
First release by: Edith Piaf - 1955
C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago A White Chapel, ou Bornéo C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago A Rotterdam, ou à Frisco... Hello boy! You come with me? Amigo! Te quiero mucho! Liebling! Kom dort mit mir! C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie Quand les nuages vont à pas lents Comme s'en vont les lourds chalands Le long des quais, crevant d'ennui C'est à Hambourg ou bien ailleurs Qu'à tous les gars en mal d'amour Qu'à tous les gars, depuis toujours Moi j'balance du rêve en plein coeur... C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago A White Chapel, ou Bornéo C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago A Rotterdam, ou à Frisco... C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie Qu'il a posé ses mains sur moi Et qu'il m'a fait crier de joie En me serrant fort contre lui M'a dit "je t'aime!" à plus finir "Laisse donc là tous tes marins! Laisse donc la mer, et puis viens! Moi, j'ai du bonheur à t'offrir..." "Ma p'tite gueule..." C'est à Hambourg, au ciel de pluie Dans les bastringues à matelots Que je trimballe encore ma peau Les bras ouverts à l'infini... Car moi je suis comme la mer J'ai l' coeur trop grand pour un seul gars J'ai l' coeur trop grand et c'est pour ça Qu' j'ai pris l'amour sur toute la terre... C'est à Hambourg, à Santiago A White Chapel, ou Bornéo... So long, boy... Adios, amigo... Nacher, Schatz... ...Au r'voir, p'tite gueule!...
Forty Shades Of Green Composer(s): Johnny Cash Performer(s): Johnny Cash; and various other artists
I close my eyes and picture the emerald of the sea from the fishin boats at Dingle to the shores at Donaghdee I miss the River Shannon and the folks at Skibereen the moorlands and meadows and their Forty Shades of Green
Chorus: But most of all I miss a girl in Tipperary town and most of all I miss her lips as soft as eiderdown again I want to see and do the things weve done and seen where the breeze is sweet as shalimar and theres Forty Shades of Green
I wish I could spend an hour at Dublins churning surf I'd love to watch the farmers drain the bogs and spade the turf to see again the thatching of the straw the women glean Id walk from Cork to Larne to see the Forty Shades of Green
The Green Door Composer(s): Bob Davie - Marvin Moore First release by: Jim Lowe With the High Fives - 1956 Covered by multiple other artists
Midnight One more night without sleepin' Uuh, Watchin' Till that mornin' comes creepin' Green door What's that secret you're keepin'?
There's an old piano and they play it hot Behind the Green Door (Green Door) Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot Behind the gren door! (Green Door) Wish they'd let me in so I could find out What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Knocked once Tried to tell them I'd been there Door slammed! Hospitality's thin there Wonder Just what's going on in there
Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud Behind the green door (Green Door) When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud Behind the green door (Uuh Green Door) All I want to do is join the happy crowd Behind the green door! (Green Door)
Midnight One more night without sleepin' Watchin' Till that mornin' comes creepin' Green door What's that secret you're keepin'?
There's an old piano and they play it hot Behind the Green Door (Green Door) Don't know what they're doin' but they laugh a lot Behind the gren door! (Green Door) Wish they'd let me in so I could find out What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Saw an eyeball peepin' through a smoky cloud Behind the green door (Green Door) When I said 'Joe sent me' someone laughed out loud Behind the green door (ha, ha ha, oh) All I want to do is join the happy crowd Behind the green door! (Green Door)
Wish they'd let me in so I could find out What's behind the Green Door! (Green Door)
Those Little Things ((Adapted from: Ces Petits Riens (Serge Gainsbourg) - 1964)) ((Italian Version: Quei Piccoli Niente (Giangilberto Monti) - 2006)) Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg - Boris Bergman - Paul Ives Performer(s): Carla Bruni - 2006
No, nothing but my best, not good enough for you 'Cause nothing much is still too much to feel Remember to forget, pretend you never knew To beat the best and you don't leave a clue
No, nothing but the best was not enought for you You wouldn't buy my pretty lie was true But actting at the curtain fool is nothing new Those little things that never leave a clue
If nothing but the best means nothing much to you Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do I'll never be your second best as others number two One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
No, nothing but the best anda nothing less will do It's more or less that loneliness I knew But you, you had me market initials black and blue Those little things that never laid a clue
If nothing but the best means nothing much Don't count on me, just count me out, please, do I'll never be your second best as others number two One litlle thing that just won't let you choose One litlle thing that just won't let you choose One litlle thing that just won't let you choose
Forty Days
((Adapted from: Thirty Days (To Come Back Home) (Chuck Berry and His Combo) - 1955))
Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Ronnie Hawkins
Performer(s): Ronnie Hawkins & The Hawks - 1959
and multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1964 - Rien Que Huit Jours (Johnny Hallyday)
1979 - Oi Kuuskytviis (Jussi & The Boys)
I'm gonna give you 40 days to get back home I'm gonna call up a gypsy woman on the telephone I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there The will be the very thing that suits you I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days
Oh, 40 days (40 days) Oh, 40 days (40 days) I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there The will be the very thing that suits you I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days
I'm gonna talked to the Judge in private early this mornin' He nearly took me to the Sheriff's Office to sign a warnin' They gonna fore charge again' ya That will be the very thing that'll send ya I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days
Oh, 40 days (40 days) Oh, 40 days (40 days) I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day I'm gonna send out a worldwide hoo-doo there The will be the very thing that suits you I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days
Oh, 40 days (40 days) Oh, 40 days (40 days) I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 day I'm gonna fore charge again' ya That will be the very thing that'll send ya I'm gonna see if she'll be back in 40 days
The Greatest Song I've Ever Heard Performer(s): The New Seekers
Now, the greenest green I've ever seen, was the grass on which you lay and the bluest blue was in my eyes, when you said you couldn't stay and the biggest loss I ever took was, losing what we'd begun and the greatest song I've ever heard, was the one we never sung
Now, the reddest red, I've always said, is the sunset coming down soon the blackest night that kills the light, is the only thing around And the downest down I've ever been was, when I knew my race was run and the greatest song I've ever heard was the one we never sung
Time will keep the pain, they say, and we'll live to love another day if you want to win, you've got to play the game
Now, the greyest grey came on the day, we were standing in the rain and the hardest hurt I've ever known, was when you tried to ease the pain and the longest day in history is waiting till my crying's done and the greatest song I've ever heard was the one we never sung
And the saddest song I've ever heard was the one we fin'lly sung
Ces Petits Riens
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
First release by: Serge Gainsbourg - 1964
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
2006 - Those Little Things (Carla Bruni)
2006 - Quei Piccoli Niente (Giangilberto Monti)
Mieux vaut n'penser à rien Que n'pas penser du tout Rien c'est déjà Rien c'est déjà beaucoup On se souvient de rien Et puisqu'on oublie tout Rien c'est bien mieux Rien c'est bien mieux que tout
Mieux vaut n'penser à rien Que de penser à vous Ça n'me vaut rien Ça n'me vaut rien du tout Comme si de rien N'était je pense à tous Ces petits riens Qui me venaient de vous
Si c'était trois fois rien Trois fois rien entre nous Evidemment Ça ne fait pas beaucoup Ce sont ces petits riens Que j'ai mis bout à bout Ces petits riens Qui me venaient de vous
Mieux vaut pleurer de rien Que de rire de tout Pleurer pour un rien C'est déjà beaucoup Mais vous vous n'avez rien Dans le cur et j'avoue Je vous envie Je vous en veux beaucoup
Ce sont ces petits riens Qui me venaient de vous Les voulez-vous? Tenez! Que voulez-vous? Moi je ne veux pour rien Au monde plus rien de vous Pour être à vous Faut être à moitié fou
