Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Cest Un Petit Rien
Composer(s): Al Dubin - Vincent Rose - Tobias
Performer(s): Jean Gabin; Mistinguett
Lhomme que lon voit Mon vrai chinois Qui va souvent les voir
Je mdis comme ça Mais, quest-ce quelle a? Qui fait quils sarrêtèrent (?) Et contre tout sur elle
Cest un rien, voyez-vous, cest un rien Et cest tout, car ce rien, qui me fait belle Cest un ruban, un coup de fou Droit de rire, un petit rien
Qui sest passé des accroche-coeurs Défendeurs (?) Ces mollets, prends-te les Moi je vois, réponds-toi Cest ma voix, que tes dentelles Deux soutiens-riens, et ça fait que leffet, oh oui
Cest un rien, mes vaux-riens Cest un rien
Pas de serpent, de volement Tes mon tempérament Tes mon gentil, et ça suffit
Pour quils se laissent prendre Un coup par te défendre
Cest un rien, voyez-vous, cest un rien Et cest tout, car ce rien, me considère Quand je te dis, mon coco, mon chéri, mon mimi Viens visite ta ptit (?), mon petit choux Je ten pris Le désir, aussitôt, tout ma faute Car ces mots-là men sortent elles
Free As A Dove Composer(s): Michael Pinder Performer(s): Michael Pinder
One day I asked aloud, amidst the dark confusion I asked "Where could be found?"
the answer to our problems And then, out of the dark, a voice was saying "Listen... ...Listen to your heart, we are all wise within ... and ...
Only you, only you can change the way you are And only you can find your morning star Through the day while you're working, do your hands feel like clay Or save it for a rainy day...
Only you, only you can change the way you feel... And only you can beat the Karmic wheel Through the day when you're thinking Do you know who you are... In the night when you're dreaming Do you know where you are... Is your home a distant star?
Keep your head wide open... Do not fall for the same old things that you did before...
This world's cold... religions they'll lead you anywhere But the secret door... on your second floor
This time around, you've got to see from the highest mountain And then you'll find you've got to feel like the depth of the sea
All light and sound is Perpetual Motion... If you understand then, one day, you'll be free... ...Free as a Dove..."
The Holy City Composer(s): Stephen Adams - Frederick E. Weatherly Performer(s): Charlotte Church and multiple other artists
Last night I lay a-sleeping There came a dream so fair I stood in old Jerusalem Beside the temple there I heard the children singing And ever as they sang Methought the voice of angels From heaven in answer rang Methought the voice of angels From heaven in answer rang
Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Lift up your gates and sing Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna to your King!
And then methought my dream was changed The streets no longer rang Hushed were the glad Hosannas The little children sang The sun grew dark with mystery The morn was cold and chill As the shadow of a cross arose Upon a lonely hill As the shadow of a cross arose Upon a lonely hill
Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Hark! How the angels sing Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna to your King!
And once again the scene was changed New earth there seemed to be I saw the Holy City Beside the tideless sea The light of God was on its streets The gates were open wide And all who would might enter And no one was denied No need of moon or stars by night Or sun to shine by day It was the new Jerusalem That would not pass away It was the new Jerusalem That would not pass away
Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Sing for the night is o'er! Hosanna in the highest! Hosanna forevermore!
C'est Un Monsieur Très Distingué
Composer(s): Carles R. Louiguy - Edith Piaf
Performer(s): Edith Piaf; Jacques Météhen Orch.
Il descend dans les grands hôtels Il a beaucoup de personnel Il a aussi beaucoup d'argent C'est pour ça qu'il est mon amant
C'est un Monsieur très distingué C'est un Monsieur qui est marié Ses enfants seront bien él'vés Sa femme est née dans le grand monde C'est un Monsieur très demandé Tous les gens l'écoutent parler Il est de la haute société C'est c'qu'on appell' un homme du monde
Il a aussi un petit chien On dit qu'il fait beaucoup de bien Sa femme, moi et puis le chien Nous faisons partie de ses biens
C'est un Monsieur très distingué C'est un Monsieur qui est marié Ses enfants seront très bien él'vés Comme il se doit, je n'suis pas blonde Je n'suis pas née dans le grand monde Ce Monsieur-là peut tout ach'ter Même l'illusion d'être aimé Il est de la haute société C'est c'qu'on appelle un homm' du monde
Je sais pourtant qu'un jour viendra Où, doucement, il me dira "Chère amie, je suis désolé Nos relations doivent cesser"
C'est un Monsieur très distingué C'est un Monsieur qui est marié Ses enfants seront très bien él'vés Comme il se doit, sa femme est blonde Sa femme est née dans le grand monde Je resterai seule à pleurer Mon amour sera bien payé C'est comm' ça dans la haut' société C'est c'qu'on appelle les gens du monde
We're glad that school is over Though we always like to learn And gain a little knowledge And our teacher's praises earn But a little break is good for all And so you will agree That a holiday once in a while Is good for you and me
Hurrah for the holidays They are such jolly days No thought of folly days Only of fun Roaming the countryside From morn till eventide No one to scold or chide Free everyone
When studying in classroom We may feel a trifle bored But holidays are soon here And they are our reward Reward for all our labours As we work out vexing sums And try to get each sum correct Which somehow never comes
Hurrah for the holidays They are such jolly days No thought of folly days Only of fun Roaming the countryside From morn till eventide No one to scold or chide Free everyone
C'est Un Jour À Naples
Composer(s): René Cloerec - C. Delecluse
Performer(s): Dalida
C'est un jour à Naples qu'on s'est rencontré
À la même table du même café
Et si le miracle a recommencé
C'est à Naples, à Naples, à Naples
On voyait les barques danser près du quai
Le long des baraques des gamins nus-pieds
Couraient dans les flaques avec des paniers
C'est à Naples que tout ça est arrivé
Sous le bleu du ciel le beau linge blanc
Pavoisait gaiement aux fenêtres aux fenêtres dans le soleil
Et devant la mer entre les rochers
On s'est embrassé sans rien dire sans rien dire sous le ciel clair
J'avais ton visage qui se renversait
Je sentais les vagues qui nous emportaient
Et moi comme une algue je m'alanguissais
Et tout Naples flamboyait comme l'été
Sous le bleu du ciel le beau linge blanc
Pavoisait gaiement aux fenêtres, aux fenêtres dans le soleil
Le temps a passé mais n'a rien changé
Il est sans danger ceux qui s'aiment, ceux qui s'aiment sont épargnés
C'est toujours à Naples qu'on s'aime d'amour
Là-bas les miracles ont lieu tous les jours
Le temps redoutable protège l'amour
C'est à Naples que l'on s'aime pour toujours
C'est à Naples que je t'aimerai toujours
La, la, la, la, la, la, la...
Free Again Composer(s): Alex Chilton Performer(s): Teenage Fanclub; and various other artists
Well I'm free again, to do what I wanna do Free again, to sing my song again Free again, to air my longing And to be out on my own again
Well I had me a girl, but she couldn't understand Me and my ways, and my need to be around Left her today, took my life in my hands And now I'm free again
Well I'm free again, to do what I wanna do Free again, to sing my song again Free again, to air my longing And to be out on my own again
Well I made a mistake, and thought I could turnaround, Thought I could take, a leash on my neck, around Now I'm gonna make, my way to another Til my feet are back on the ground
Yes I'm free again, to do what I wanna do Free again, to sing my song again Free again, to air my longing And to be out on my own again
Free again, to do what I wanna do Free again, to sing my song again Free again, to air my longing To be out on my own again
The Hole In The Ground Composer(s): Ted Dicks - Myles Rudge First release by: Bernard Cribbins - 1962
There I was, a-diggin' this 'ole 'Ole in the ground, so big and sort o' round it was And there was I, diggin' it deep It was flat at the bottom and the sides were steep When along comes this bloke in a bowler Which he lifted and scratched his 'ead Woooh, he looked down the 'ole Poor demented soul and he said
"Do you mind if I make a suggestion?
Don't dig there, dig it elsewhere Your digging it round and it ought to be square The shape of it's wrong, it's much too long And you can't put hole where a hole don't belong"
I ask, what a liberty, eh? Nearly bashed him right in the bowler
Well, there was I, a-stood in me 'ole Shovellin' earth for all that I was worth, I was And there was 'im, standin' up there So grand and official with his nose in the air So I gave him a look sort of sideways And I leaned on me shovel and sighed Woooh, I lit me a fag And havin' took a drag I replied
I just couldn't bear to dig it elsewhere I'm diggin' it round 'cos I don't want it square And if you disagree, it doesn't bother me That's the place where the 'oles gonna be
Well there we were, discussing this 'ole 'Ole in the groud, so big and sort o' round It's not there now, the ground's all flat And beneath it is the bloke in the bowler hat
C'est Un Homme Terrible Composer(s): Jean-Michel Moulin Performer(s): Edith Piaf
C'est un homme terrible Avec des yeux doux Il me prend pour cible Il me donne des coups Il me fait pleurer Avec un regard Il me fait trembler Quand il est en retard C'est un homme terrible Avec des yeux verts Il voit à travers Il me passe au crible Je suis transparente Quand il est devant moi Je pleure, je me lamente Je reste sans voix Je descends la pente De la peur et de l'effroi Cet homme me hante Il me met en croix C'est un homme terrible C'est un homme terrible...
Mais quand il me caresse Quand je sens ses deux mains Se poser comme des compresses Sur mes yeux pleins de chagrin Alors je ressuscite Je retrouve le printemps Le bonheur invite Au creux de mon amant
C'est un homme terrible Avec des yeux bleus Mon cur est la cible Où il vise le mieux Il revient vers moi Il revient toujours Avec un grand "A" Ça s'appelle l'Amour C'est un homme terrible Il a peur, la nuit Dans mes bras fragiles Il s'apaise et rit Et puis il s'endort Et je le regarde Il n'a plus de force C'est moi qui le garde Sentinelle dehors À moi, la toquarde Quand viendra l'aurore Je quitterai la garde De cet homme terrible De cet homme terrible De cet homme terrible De cet homme terrible Terrible! Terrible! Hhhhhan!
Free Again Composer(s): Joseph Baselli; Armand Canfora; Robert Colby; Michele Jourdan Performer(s): Barbra Streisand; and various other artists
Free again, back to being free again back to being me again with all my precious freedom my precious, precious freedom On my own, back to being on my own Back to live the life I'd known before I ever knew him before I ever knew him
Free again, independent me, free again Time to call up all the crowd raise the roof and shout out loud Time to have a party, a party Lucky me, take a look at lucky me Take a look and you can see how much I love my freedom my precious, precious freedom Simple me, complicated, simple me Back to where I used to be before I ever knew him before I ever knew him
Free again, lucky, lucky me Free again, back in circulation now time for celebration now time to have a party, a party
Free again, independent me, free again Time to call up all the crowd raise the roof and shout out loud Time to have a party
Lucky me, take a look at lucky, lucky me Back to where I used to be Back to where I used to be
Hands up! Hands up! Stick 'em up, everybody And now we do the hold-up rag! All aboard! Look out! It's the hold-up rag!
Betty Boop: Mister Engineer, now look a-here There's someone down there on the track (Yeah?) See that wicked eye? He's out to do or die Hear his pistol going crack? Hold your watch and chain And stop the train Put on the brakes and let her drag For you certainly got to hand it To that gentlemanly bandit When he makes you do the hold-up rag!
Bimbo: Hands up! Hands up! Everybody, hands up! Get out and do that hold-up rag! Make it snappy there Go into your dance Don't you hide that diamond in your pants! Easy there Shell out, shell out! Don't you dare to yell out Drop your pearls and diamonds in the bag All aboard! Look out! It's the hold-up rag!
Betty Boop: I'm Dangerous Nan, the sister of Dan McGrew Believe it or not My father and brother were tough But I'm the toughest one of the lot
I'm Dangerous Nan McGrew Pipe down or I'll fill you with lead I'm harder than nails and lucky as hell When I shoot at a body, it's dead
Bring me a barrel of whiskey A barrel of good old Three Star A handful of tacks for a chaser And a light for this lousy cigar
Who told you you were tough? Why, you couldn't frighten a baby! So, cut out this stunt, you poor little runt Before I forget I'm a lady!
I'm Dangerous Nan, the sister of Dan McGrew Believe it or not My father and brother were tough But I'm the toughest one of the lot
I'm dangerous Nan McGrew Say, who are you making a goat of? Come home and take care of your seventeen kids Or I'll crown you with this locomotive!
C'est Un Gars
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour - Pierre Roche
Performer(s): Edith Piaf
Sous mes pieds mes s'mells se dérobent On voit l'jour à travers ma robe Mon corsage est tout rapiécé Et mes effets très fatigués Qu'import' ce qu'on dit à la ronde Je me fou du reste du monde Car depuis hier je suis aimée C'est fou ce qui m'est arrivé
C'est un gars qui est entré dans ma vie C'est un gars qui m'a dit des folies Tu es jolie, tu es jolie On m'l'avait jamais dit C'est un gars qui r'ssemblais à un ange C'est un gars qui parlait comme un ange Tu es jolie, tu es jolie J'en suis tout étourdie
Mon Dieu je ne suis plus la même Quand il me murmure je t'aime Je trouve ça si merveilleux Qu'il y a des larmes dans mes yeux C'est beau l'amour qui se promène Quand un beau gars en tient la chaîne On voudrait rester prisonnier Rien qu'pour contempler son geôlier
C'est un gars qui est entré dans ma vie C'est un gars qui m'a dit des folies Tu es jolie, tu es jolie On m'l'avait jamais dit C'est un gars qui r'ssemblais à un ange C'est un gars qui parlait comme un ange Tu es jolie, tu es jolie J'en suis tout étourdie
C'est merveilleux en moi la vie bourdonne L'amour jaillit dès que je m'abandonne Et quand il m'a soûlée De mots et de baisers Et qu'il sourit, c'est drôle Je mords dans son épaule C'est un gars qui est entré dans ma vie C'est un gars qui m'a dit des folies Tu es jolie, tu es jolie Veux-tu d'moi pour la vie Oui
Free Advice Composer(s): John Phillips; Michelle Gilliam Performer(s): The Mamas & The Papas
A bit of free advice (vice) We'll tell it to you now (nice, twice) If you've got some habits Some people won't allow (won't allow, allow) Be cool; be clean If you know what I mean ...
We've all got our ups (ups, ups) We've all got our downs (we've all got our downs) Some of us are careless And leave 'm layin' around (layin' around, around) Be neat, discreet And keep your ear to the ground Everyone has had a loved one who's far, far away And if you don't want to take that trip someday ... (Think twice) Be cool (be cool) Be clean (be clean) If you know what I mean
Everyone has had a loved one who's far far away And if you don't wanna take that trip someday A bit of free advice (vice, vice) We'll tell it to you now (tell it to you now) If you've got some habits Some people won't allow (won't allow, allow) ... Everyone has had a loved one ... Don't be out on the street ... Everyone has had a loved one ... If you know what I mean ...
The Hokey Pokey (aka The Hokey Cokey) Composer(s): Roland Lawrence LaPrise - Chuck Macak - Tafft Baker Performer(s): Ram Trio and multiple other artists
You put your right foot in You put your right foot out You put your right foot in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your left foot in You put your left foot out You put your left foot in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your right hand in You put your right hand out You put your right hand in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your left hand in You put your left hand out You put your left hand in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your right side in You put your right side out You put your right side in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your left side in You put your left side out You put your left side in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your nose in You put your nose out You put your nose in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your backside in You put your backside out You put your backside in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your head in You put your head out You put your head in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about!
You put your whole self in You put your whole self out You put your whole self in And you shake it all about You do the Hokey-Pokey And you turn yourself around That's what it's all about
Free Composer(s): Chris Andrews Performer(s): Pearly Gate (Ron Dante)
Ever since the world began There's always been a certain man A certain man who's been put down As sure as the world goes round He's always had to fight, fight, fight For what he knows is right Ever since the world began There's always been a certain man
Now he wants to be free, free, free So let him be, be, be He wants to be free, free, free Is that so hard to see? He's had all he can take And so for Heaven's sake Let him be free, free, free Just like a bird in a tree He wants to be free
All aboard the Freedom Train Throw away those rusty chains Rusty chains have shown their might And we can't see what's right Until the day we stand All equal in God's land All aboard the Freedom Train Throw away those rusty chains
Now he wants to be free, free, free So let him be, be, be He wants to be free, free, free Is that so hard to see? He's had all he can take And so for Heaven's sake Let him be free, free, free Just like a bird in a tree He wants to be free, free, free So let him be, be, be He wants to be free, free, free Is that so hard to see? He's had all he can take And so for Heaven's sake Let him be free, free, free Just like a bird in a tree He wants to be free, free, free So let him be, be, be He wants to be free, free, free Is that so hard to see? He's had all he can take And so for Heaven's sake Let him be free, free, free Just like a bird in a tree...
The Hockey Song Composer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors Performer(s): Stompin' Tom Connors
Hello out there, we're on the air it's hockey night tonight! The tension grows the whistle blows and the puck goes down the ice The golie jumps and and the players bump and the fans all go insane Someone roars "Bobby Scores!" At the good old hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! It's the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Second Period Where players dash with skates a-flash the home team trails behind But they grab the puck and go bursting up and their down across the line They storm the crease like bumblebees and they travel like a burning flame We see them slide the puck inside its a one one hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Third Period Last game in the play-offs too Oh take me where, the hockey players face off down the rink And the Stanley Cup is all filled up for the champs who win the drink! Now the final flick of a hockey stick and a one gigantic scream "The Puck Is In! The Home Team Wins!" At the good ol hockey game
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
Oh! The good old hockey game! Its the best game you can name! And the best game you can name is the good old hockey game!
C'est Tout Comme
((Adapted from: A Mess Of Blues (Elvis Presley & The Jordanaires) - 1960))
((Danish Version: Masser Af Busser (Bamses Venner) - 1976))
Composer(s): Doc Pomus - Mort Shuman - Pierre Saka
Performer(s): Les Chaussettes Noires - 1961
La main qui montre le ciel noir
Mes yeux qui voudraient te voir
Mais tu n'es pas revenue
Et ce temps perdu
C'est tout comme un monde qui me fuit
Le train qui file dans la nuit
Le froid qui arrête la vie
Le vent qui porte la pluie
Et tous ses ennuis
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Jamais, non jamais trop de bleu et de rire
Le soleil, c'est pour les pauvres, pour les aider à vivre
Le moindre bruit qui me réveille
La ville ne dort pas
Sur son néon et ses enseignes
Cette joie qui se perd
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
Jamais, non jamais là, croiseront nos routes
Le temps et les gens qui passent viennent creuser le doute
Après minuit, le blues qui pleure
Dans la fumée des bars
L'image du dernier quart d'heure
De cette joie qui se meurt
C'est tout comme un cur qui ne bat plus
C'est tout comme un monde qui me fuit
C'est tout comme un jour sans rêve autour
