Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Success don't come easy, so they say 'Cause I got mine I got it the hard way, the hard way
When I was five, I had to fight to keep alive There was very little bread to eat Fifteen before I tasted meat
Teacher said that I had inhibitions I was just another case of malnutrition The hard way, ain't that the hard way
She let me live in the spire room 'Cause when it rained The rain came through, through
A song in my heart, a hole in my britches I struck out to find my riches Didn't have no peace to scatter my loot Ain't no bucks in a birthday suit The hard way, ain't that the hard way
Take your courage in your hands Stick to things you understand That's the way that next You will make success out of mess
Now I drive a limousine My shoes are keen, my suit's always clean The hard way I made it the hard way I made it the hard way I made it the hard way I made it the hard way I made it...
Aucune passion ne me guette De l'Hudson à la croisette D'Alésia jusqu'à la fin de la ligne de Sceaux
Ce que j'ai eu, je l'ai voulu Gagné, perdu, rien ne va plus Rien ne va plus
La vie se promène sous la soie La toile ou le velours, nuit et jour
Aucune passion ne m'agite Ni le rêve de l'Amérique Ni la prise de n'importe quel pouvoir
Mais tous les jours, pouvoir te voir Même dans le noir, c'est mon espoir Mais pour longtemps, nos "quatre" yeux Perdu à deux, un seul regard C'est mon espoir, c'est ma victoire
Ce que J'ai eu, je l'ai voulu Gagné, perdu, rien ne va plus C'est ma vengeance, mon espérance
Aucune passion ne me guette De l'Hudson à la croisette D'Alésia jusqu'à la fin de la ligne de Sceaux
Mais tous les jours, pouvoir te voir Même dans le noir, c'est mon espoir Mais pour longtemps, nos "quatre" yeux Perdu à deux, un seul regard C'est mon espoir, c'est ma victoire
Fragile Child Composer(s): John Fogerty; Tom Fogerty Performer(s): Creedence Clearwater Revival; The Golliwogs
I knew a pretty little girl with no love to give I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that So I followed her home just to see where she lives I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that I walked right up and I knocked on her door I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that So I asked her for a date could I see you some more I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that
[Chorus:] 'Cause she's a fragile child Yeah she's a fragile child Oh she's a fragile child Better leave her alone
I took her out on the town Just to have a little fun I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that But it wasn't very long I found that she's the same one I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that I thought I'd push my luck And I held her hand I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that She told me ever so polite Go and see her old man I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't do that
The Hard Way Composer(s): Frankie Laine - L.G. Sullivan Performer(s): Frankie Laine
(The hard way, the hard way)
The hard way to get here, the hard way to stay The hard way to work and the hard way to play The hard way, the long way, the rough way, the slow The hard way to get here and the old hard way to go
They tell me that I first saw light in 1844 In a wagon in the hills of Tennessee And my mother soon lay dead with an arrow through her head So it started out the old hard way for me
The hard way to get here, the hard way to stay The hard way to work and the hard way to play The hard way, the long way, the rough way, the slow The old hard way to get here and the old hard way to go
I hunted possum and raccoon to get my share of grub I fought the bear to rob the honey bee When I was only five, that is how I stayed alive Everything's been the old hard way for me
I never settled anywhere, ain't never earned no pay A bottle's words is steady company I never learned to ride, all I learned to do was fight Everything has been the old hard way for me
The hard way to get here, the hard way to stay The hard way to work and the hard way to play The hard way, the long way, the rough way, the slow The hard way to get here and the old hard way to go
That bugle started blowin' back in 1861 I pulled up stakes and volunteered with Lee I marched with old Stonewall, till I met a cannon ball Everything's been the old hard way for me
The hard way to get here, the hard way to stay The hard way to work and the hard way to play The hard way, the long way, the rough way, the slow The hard way to get here and the old hard way to go
So all good folk who come this way and then look upon this stone Please say a prayer and set my spirit free Won't you help me reach my goal 'cause I'm down here shovelin' coal Everything is still the old hard way for me
C'est Moi Qui Suis Colargol
Composer(s): Victor Villien - Mireille Hartuch
Performer(s): Mireille
C'est moi qui suis Colargol L'ours qui chante en fa en sol En do dièse et mi bémol En gilet et en faux-col Le roi des oiseaux Vous le savez mes amis M'a donné un beau Sifflet pour faire cui-cui Cui cui cui cui cui cui cui! C'est moi qui suis Colargol L'ours qui chante en fa en sol En do dièse et mi bémol C'est moi qui suis Colargol
C'est moi qui suis Colargol Je chante sans protocole Mieux que Jacques Pierre ou Paul En russe ou en espagnol Le roi des oiseaux Est un merveilleux ami Grâce à son cadeau Vous m'entendez aujourd'hui C'est moi qui suis Colargol Mauvais élève à l'école Mais premier au music-hall C'est moi qui suis Colargol
The Soldier's Almanac Bible And Prayer Book ((aka Deck Of Cards (Phil Harris) - 1948 The Red Deck Of Cards (Red River Dave McEnery) - 1954; A Hillbilly's Deck Of Cards (Ferlin Husky) - 1966; Cards Spiritualised)) ((Dutch Version: Het Spel Kaarten (Cowboy Gerard & De Rodeo Riders - 1965)) Composer(s): T. Texas Tyler
Richard Middleton, a soldier, attending divine service with the rest of the regiment at a church in Glasgow instead of pulling out a Bible, like his brother soldiers, to find the parson's text spread a pack of cards before him This singular behaviour did not long pass unnoticed both by the clergyman and the sarjeant of the company to which he belonged The latter in particular requested him to put up the cards, and on his refusal conducted him after church before the Mayor to whom he preferred a formal complaint of Richard's indecent behaviour during divine service "Well soldier!" said the Mayor, "what excuse have you for this strange scandalous behaviour?" If you can make any apology, or assign any reason for it, it's well If you cannot, assure yourself that I will cause you, without delay, to be severely punished for it" "Since your honour is so good," replied Richard, "I will inform you I have been eight days on march, with a bare allowance of sixpence a day which your honour will allow is hardly sufficient to maintain a man in meat, drink, washing and other necessaries that consequently he may want, without a Bible, Prayer Book, or any other good book" On saying this, Richard drew out his pack of cards, and presenting one of the aces to the Mayor continued his address to the magistrate as follows
"When I see an Ace, may it please your honour, it reminds me that there is only one God And when I look upon a Two or a Three, the former puts me in mind of the Father and Son and the latter of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost A Four calls for remembrance the Four Evangelists, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John A Five, the five wise Virgins who were ordered to trim their lamps There were ten, indeed, but five, your worship may remember, were wise, and five were foolish A Six, that in six days God created heaven and earth A Seven, that on the seventh day he rested from all that he had made An Eight, of the eight righteous persons preserved from the deluge viz., Noah, and his wife, with his three sons and their wives A Nine, of the Nine lepers cleansed by our Saviour There were ten, but only one returned to offer his tribute of thanks And a Ten, of the ten commandments that God gave Moses, on Mount Sinai, on the two tablets of stone" He took the Knave and put it aside "When I see the Queen, it puts me in mind of the Queen of Sheba who came from the furthermost parts of the world to hear the wisdom of Solomon For she was as wise a woman as he a man, for she brought fifty boys and fifty girls all clothed in girls' apparel to shew before King Solomon, for him to test which were boys and which were girls But he could not until he called for water to wash themselves The girls washed up to their elbows, and the boys only up to the wrists of their hands, so King Solomon told by that And when I see the King, it puts me in mind of the great King of Heaven and Earth, which is God Almighty And likewise his Majesty King George the Fourth, to pray for him" "Well," said the Mayor, "you have given a good description of all the cards except one, which is lacking" "Which is that?" said the soldier "The Knave," said the Mayor "If your honour will not be angry with me," returned Richard, "I can give you the same satisfaction on that as any in the pack?" "No," said the Mayor "Well," returned the soldier, "the greatest knave that I know is the sarjeant who brought me before you" "I don't know," replied the Mayor, "whether he be the greatest knave or no; but I am sure that he is the greatest fool"
The soldier then continued as follows "When I count the number of dots in a pack of cards, there are 365, so many days as there are in a year When I count how many cards are in a pack, I find there are 52, so many weeks are there in a year When I reckon how many tricks are won by a pack, I find there are 13, so many months are there in a year So that this pack of cards is both Bible, Almanac, and Prayer Book to me"
The Mayor called his servants, ordered them to entertain the soldier well, gave him a piece of money and said he was the cleverest fellow he ever heard in his life
C'est Moi Qui Pars Composer(s): A.M. Gaspard - Claude Barzotti Performer(s): Claude Barzotti
Quand je rentrais à la maison J'étais fatigué mais heureux C'était comme un anti-poison C'est quelques jours en amoureux
Tu n'es plus celle que j'aimais Tu parles d'argent, de rupture On dirait que tu as changé Plus que moi dans cette aventure
C'est plus la peine de crier De menacer, de faire la gueule Trop c'est trop, je peux plus t'écouter Te plaindre d'être toujours seule
C'est plus la peine de me dire Que je ne suis qu'un égoïste Que c'est seul, que je vais finir Que tu n'aimes plus les artistes
C'est moi qui pars, c'est moi qui pars J'emporte ma guitare, il est tôt il est tard C'est moi qui pars, c'est moi qui pars Ne t'en fais pas, je ne prends rien Seulement mon cur et mon chien Elle doit exister quelque part Cette fille de qui je parle c'est moi qui pars
Qu'est-ce que j'aurais aimé pourtant Que tu comprennes que tu m'attendes Que tu saches m'aimer vraiment Que tu sois un peu plus patientes
Notre vie est une bataille Faire l'amour et puis le défaire Il faut bien qu'un des deux s'en aille Je ne veux plus de cette guerre
C'est moi qui pars, c'est moi qui pars J'emporte ma guitare, il est tôt il est tard C'est moi qui pars, c'est moi qui pars Ne t'en fais pas, je ne prends rien Seulement mon cur et mon chien Elle doit exister quelque part Cette fille de qui je parle c'est moi qui pars
C'est moi qui pars, c'est moi qui pars J'emporte ma guitare, il est tôt il est tard C'est moi qui pars
Não chore se eu disser que já vou Você quem quis assim vai sofrer Não faça eu perder a razão Você machuca o meu coração E isso não se faz se eu disser Se eu disser que vou, vou sofrer Sofrer de amor prá mim, é morrer Eu sou um sonhador, e você?
Você tem que notar, que eu já fui Você tem que lembrar que eu te amei Você tem que chorar se eu sofrer Você tem que pagar se eu morrer...
Las noches que passamos a sonhar Los dias que vivamos a pensar Não diga prá ninguém que me viu Só diga que tão triste ele saiu Saiu prá nunca mais revolver...
The Red Deck Of Cards ((aka Deck Of Cards (Phil Harris) - 1948; A Hillbilly's Deck Of Cards (Ferlin Husky) - 1966 Cards Spiritualised; The Soldier's Almanac Bible And Prayer Book)) ((Dutch Version: Het Spel Kaarten (Cowboy Gerard & De Rodeo Riders - 1965)) Composer(s): T. Texas Tyler - Dave McEnery Performer(s): Red River Dave McEnery - 1954
It was during the last days of the prisoner exchange in Korea I was there as they came through Freedom Gate Shattered, sick and lame
There in a red cross tent as the weary group rested, a soldier broke out a deck of cards A look of hate crossed the tired face of one boy as he sprang up - knocking the cards to the ground As the cards lay around, many of them face up, he picked up the Ace and began
"Fellows," he said, "I'm sorry, but I hate cards The commies tried to use them to teach us their false doctrine
They told us the "Ace", meant that there's one God, the state We knew that to be untrue for we were religious boys"
"And the "Deuce" meant there were two great leaders Only two Lenin and Stalin And we couldn't swallow that either"
"And this "Trey" stood for three religious superstitions that the Reds would soon destroy The Catholic, the Protestants and the Jewish"
This black "Four", the soldier boy continued, stood for the four corners of the earth where the Hammer and Sickle would soon rein supreme There in that prison camp, far away from home, we hoped it was a lie
And this red "Five", was the five points in their Red Star Tears were streaming down the boy's face, as he picked up the six
And this "Six", the commies told us, stood for the sixth and final wars that America had luckily won The Revolutionary war, the war of 1812, the Civil War, the Spanish American war, WW1, and number six - WW2 Now in this war, this cold war, America would be destroyed
And the "Seven", stood for our seventh foolish day, Sunday, which we wasted on our Lord
The "Eight", stood for the 8 hours every day we would have to spend learning to be, uh, progressive
The "Nine", for the cat-of-nine tails, lashed across our backs if we ever knelt to pray
The "Ten", was reminded us that out ten commandments, were ten stupid rules that only Capitalistic fools believed in That's what they told us
The "Jack" meant that Christ was a knave of uncertain birth
The "Queen", that maybe his mother was a non-virtuous woman
And the "King", stood for our Lord God whom the commies told us didn't not exist A dream, a fake, a joke That's what they told us
The Heart stood for Christ's blood, all shed in vain
The Diamond signified the real precious jewel, the communist party
The Club - the weapon of oppression with which they beat us
And the Spade - a tool with which we would dig our own graves
This was the Red Deck of Cards
So you see fellows, the soldier boy said, that's why I hate cards His buddies picked up the cards tore them into pieces and with shining faces walked arm-in-arm toward a simple chapel in Korea
C'est Mieux Comme Ça
((Adapted from: The Immigrant (Nino Rota) - 1974))
Composer(s): Nino Rota - Michel Jourdan
Performer(s): Dalida - 1975
Versions In Other Languages:
1974 - Love Said Goodbye (Andy Williams)
1975 - Im Regen Kann Man Keine Tränen Sehn (Lena Valaitis)
1975 - Love Said Goodbye (Italian Version) (Caterina Valente)
1975 - L'amore Ha Detto Addio (Johnny Dorelli)
Sur notre lit je vois deux oreillers Le tien demain ne sera pas froissé Tu seras loin quand le jour viendra Mais oui bien sur que c'est mieux comme ça
C'est mieux comme ça Et moi je ne t'en veux pas Mais je verrais demain sans toi nos lilas en fleurs Avec l'hiver dans le cur
Si tu ne crois plus en nous deux ce soir Si je ne sais plus t'inventer l'espoir Te retenir à quoi bon, pourquoi Tu as raison Oui c'est mieux comme ça
Ne t'en fais pas Surtout pas pour moi Restons en là Oui c'est mieux comme ça
C'est mieux comme ça Et moi je ne t'en veux pas Mais je verrais demain sans toi nos lilas en fleurs Avec l'hiver dans le cur
Dans tes yeux clairs j'ai vu mourir le feu Il fallait en arriver là nous deux Mais souris-moi une dernière fois Oh mon amour Oui c'est mieux comme ça
Foxey Lady Composer(s): Jimi Hendrix Performer(s): The Jimi Hendrix Experience; and various other artists
Foxey Foxey Uh-you know you a cute little heart breaker, ha Foxey, yeah And you know you a sweet little love maker, huh Foxey
I wanna take you home, uh-huh, yeah I won't do you no harm, no, ha You got ta be all mine, all mine Oo, Foxey Lady Yeah, Foxey Foxey
Now-uh, I see you, heh, on down on the scene Ohh, Foxey You make me wanna get up and a-scream Foxey Ah, baby listen now I made up my mind, yeah I'm tired of wasting all my precious time You've gotta be all mine, all mine Foxey Lady Here I come Foxey Lady Foxey (Lady) Foxey, Fa... Foxey, yeah
I'm gonna take you home, uh-huh I won't do you no harm, no You gotta be all mine, all mine Foxey Lady
Here I come, baby I'm comin' to get ya Ow, Foxey lady, yeah, yeah Oo, you look so good, Foxey (BV=Foxey) {inhale} Oh, yeah, Foxey (BV=Foxey) Yeah, give us some, foxy Oo, Foxey {inhale} Yeah, get it, babe, Foxey (BV=Foxey) You make me feel like, uh, feel like sayin' Foxey (BV=Foxey) Ah, Foxey (BV=Foxey) Foxey (BV=Foxey) Lady Foxey Lady
The Happy Song (Dum-Dum) ((French Version: Dum Dum Dum (Michel Pagliaro) - 1968)) Composer(s): Steve Cropper - Otis Redding First release by: Otis Redding - 1968
Gonna sing this song y'all Singin' it for my baby She's the only one can bring me joy That's why I sing these happy songs They go dum, dum, deedle dee, dum dum dum, dum, deedle dee, dum dum dum, dum, deedle dee, dum dum Come on now happy song, happy song now
On a cold, rainy, windy night She shut all the doors She cut off the lights She holds me and squeezes me tight She tells me Big O everything's all right And I go dum, dum, deedle dee, dum dum Play it again dum, dum, deedle dee, dum dum Come on now those happy songs, happy, happy songs
Come on now Bring my breakfast to the table When I go to work she knows I'm able Do my job, I come back in You oughta see my baby's face
She just grins, grins, grins I go dum, dum, deedle dee, dum dum Play it again dum, dum, deedle dee, dum dum sing them happy songs Lovely, lovely songs Sweet soul songs Those good old happy songs Give you such a feeling A lovely, lovely, feeling Makes you wanna shout It knocks you, knocks you out Happy, happy songs Those good old lovely songs Those sweet soul music songs
J'avais tout pour devenir quelqu'un Pour filer doux sur le droit chemin Mais j'avais en moi je le crois bien Quelque chose en plus ou peut-être en moins
Et c'est mieux ainsi C'est mieux ainsi
Bien souvent j'ai envie de t'écrire Mais à quoi bon je n'ai rien à dire Il faut croire que le temps fait du bien Emporte loin plaisir et chagrin
Et c'est mieux ainsi Oui bien mieux
Quelques fois elle te ressemble un peu Quand le soleil fait briller ses yeux Quelques fois j'ai peur de découvrir Un peu de toi au fond de son sourire
Elle n'a pas pour me brûler le cur Après l'amour ton regard vainqueur Mais elle prend ma tête entre ses mains Elle reste là et je l'aime bien
Et c'est mieux ainsi Oui bien mieux
Tu pourrais donner signe de vie Mais ne va pas croire que je m'ennuie Elle a tout pour que je sois quelqu'un Elle m'aimera même après-demain
Fox On The Run Composer(s): Brian Connolly; Steve Priest; Andrew Scott; Mick Tucker Performer(s): Sweet
I don't wanna know your name Cause you don't look the same The way you did before OK you think you got a pretty face But the rest of you is out of place You looked all right before
Fox on the run You screamed and everybody comes a-running Take a run and hide yourself away Fox on the run F-foxy, foxy on the run and hideaway
You-you talk about just every band But the names you drop are second hand I've heard it all before I don't wanna know your name Cause you don't look the same The way you did before (repeat chorus)
Dum Dum Dum ((Adapted from: The Happy Song (Dum-Dum) (Otis Redding) - 1968)) Composer(s): Steve Cropper - Otis Redding - Michel Pagliaro - François d'Assise Performer(s): Michel Pagliaro - 1968
Je chante cette chanson Je la chante pour mes amis Ils sont les seuls à me comprendre Voilà pourquoi je chante cette chanson
Dum dum di li di dum dum Dum dum di li di dum dum Dum dum di li di dum dum
Très tard un soir d'orage Tous avaient peur de cette noirceur Je cherchais le moyen d'éteindre tout ça Voilà pourquoi je chante cette chanson
Dum dum di li di dum dum Dum dum di li di dum dum Dum dum di li di dum dum
Allez encore une fois yeah
Je m'lève et je me prépare Je veux bien boire mon café très noir Je ne suis pas encore tout à fait éveillé Voilà pourquoi je chante cette chanson
Dum dum di li di dum dum Dum dum di li di dum dum Dum dum di li di dum dum
C'est Merveilleux L'amour
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Gilbert Bécaud
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Gilbert Bécaud
C'est merveilleux l'amour C'est fantastique C'est trop compliqué pour Que ça s'explique Ça va, ça vient, ça court C'est lunatique C'est merveilleux l'amour
Heureux ou malheureux C'est un dilemme Qui pose aux amoureux Plus d'un problème C'est un jeu dangereux Mais quand on aime C'est merveilleux l'amour
Ça crie Ça mène notre vie Sur terre Ça pleure Et ça nous prend des heures Entières Et l'on a beau dire Et l'on a beau faire
Quand on est dans ses doigts Notre vie change Car on subit sa loi Qu'est un mélange De tourments et de joies Vraiment étrange C'est merveilleux l'amour
C'est merveilleux l'amour Qu'on se le dise Ces instants qu'on savoure Et qui nous grisent Dont dépendent nos jours Nous électrisent C'est merveilleux l'amour
Ça vient sans s'annoncer Sans crier gare Un regard, un baiser Hop! ça démarre Le bonheur est lâché Dans la bagarre C'est merveilleux l'amour
Ça vit De rêves et d'ennuis Qui passent C'est fier Ça fait un bruit d'enfer Ça casse Et quoi que l'on pense Et quoi que l'on fasse
Quand dans son tourbillon Il nous entraîne Ça prend des proportions Surhumaines Et qu'on le veuille ou non C'est une chaîne Qui nous tient nuit et jour C'est merveilleux, merveilleux l'amour
She walked through the corn leading down to the river Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun She took all the love that a poor boy could give her And left me to die like the fox on the run
Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run
Everybody knows the reason for the fall When woman tempted man down in paradise's hall This woman tempted me all right, then took me for a ride But like the lonely fox I need a place to hide
Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run
Come take a glass of wine and fortify your soul We'll talk about the world and friends we used to know I'll illustrate, a girl put me on the floor The game is nearly up, the hounds are at my door
Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run
The Happy Girls Composer(s): Helen Reddy - Kim Fowley Performer(s): Helen Reddy
Sally met him in the War Back in nineteen-forty-four He took her home to the States His buddies thought that she was great Subway Sally's fifty-one Her man is gone, her dreams are done She rides by night the Brooklyn train Sleeps by day to hide the pain
Lonely women of the World Were the happy girls (The happy girls) Lonely heroes of the World Seek the happy girls (The happy girls)
Nancy saw him on the street His shoes were shined, his suit was neat She couldn't see his broken mind Behind the mask of bein' kind He sleeps inside the iron bars Nancy's smile can't hide the scars Her daughter's grown, there's no one home She cries all night, she's all alone
Lonely women of the World Were the happy girls (The happy girls) Lonely heroes of the World Seek the happy girls (The happy girls)
To tell the truth there's no end in sight Mister Lonely always calls at night Let's hold on tight until the mornin' light (Till the mornin' light)
Terry's gonna meet him soon Today at school, maybe noon I hope for her it turns out right I know she's got a date tonight Had my ups, had my downs Truth was lost, but truth was found This I've learned, the World still turns We all get bruised, we all get burned
Lonely women of the World Were the happy girls (The happy girls) Lonely heroes of the World Seek the happy girls (The happy girls)
C'est Merveilleux
Composer(s): Henri Contet - Marguerite Monnot
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Le jour où tu m'as rencontrée Etait un jour triste à mourir Et je traînais dans mes pensées Un ennui à n'en plus finir Mais il a suffi que tu viennes Pour que j'oublie toutes mes peines
C'est merveilleux Quand on est tous les deux Le bonheur nous surveille C'est merveilleux Quand on est amoureux Les beaux jours se réveillent C'est merveilleux La vie est peinte en bleu À grands coups de soleil Puisque je t'aime et que tu m'aimes C'est merveilleux
Nous passerons toute la vie A chanter un si grand amour Pour une chanson si jolie La vie n'a pas assez de jours Nous en ferons une harmonie Qui ne sera jamais finie
C'est merveilleux Quand on est tous les deux Le bonheur nous surveille C'est merveilleux Quand on est amoureux Les beaux jours se réveillent C'est merveilleux La vie est peinte en bleu À grands coups de soleil Puisque je t'aime et que tu m'aimes C'est merveilleux
