Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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The Last Roundup Composer(s): Billy Hill Performer(s): Gene Autry and multiple other artists
Git along little doggie, git along Git along little doggie, git along
I'm heading for the last roundup Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried I'm heading for the last roundup
Git along little doggie, git along, git along Git along little doggie, git along Git along little doggie, git along, git along Git along little doggie, git along
I'm heading for the last roundup To the far away ranch of the Boss in the sky Where the strays are counted and branded there go I I'm heading for the last roundup
I'm heading for the last roundup Gonna saddle old Paint for the last time and ride So long, old pal, it's time your tears were dried I'm heading for the last roundup
Git along little doggie, git along Git along little doggie, git along
I'm heading for the last roundup There'll be Buffalo Bill with his long snow-white hair There'll be old Kit Carson and Custer waiting there A-riding in the last roundup
Chanson Pour Les Demoiselles
Composer(s): Brice Homs - Michel Fugain
Performer(s): Michel Fugain
Je vous dois depuis l'école toutes mes folies Des journées entières à rêver de vos paradis Cette envie que j'ai de mourir dans vos bras Pourquoi pas? Deux ou trois chagrins qui traînent Mais j'avoue que j'y pense à peine Allons-y
Dansez, dansez mes belles Tant que la terre tournera Allez-y, dansez mes demoiselles Un jour Dieu vous le rendra
Je vous dois des nuits d'ivresse à chanter sous la pluie Des matins pleins de tendresse et quelques insomnies Ce besoin de vous qui ne me lâche pas Pourquoi pas? Et j'aurai le regret sans doute De ne pas vous avoir eues toutes Allons-y
Dansez, dansez mes belles Tant que la terre tournera Allez-y, dansez mes demoiselles Un jour Dieu vous le rendra
(Dansez, dansez, dansez) Un jour Dieu vous le rendra (Dansez, dansez, dansez) Dansez, ne pensez qu'à ça (Dansez, dansez, dansez) Dansez la vie n'attend que ça Allons-y
Dansez, dansez mes belles Tant que la terre tournera Allez-y, dansez mes demoiselles Un jour Dieu vous le rendra..
The Last Ride Composer(s): Hank Snow - Ted Daffan Performer(s): Hank Snow and multiple other artists
In the Dodge City Yards of the Santa Fe Stood a freight made up for the east And the engineer with his oil and waste Was groomin' the great iron beast While ten cars back in the murky dust A boxcar door swung wide And a hobo lifted his pal aboard To start on his last long ride
A lantern swung and the freight pulled out The engine, it gathered speed The engineer pulled the throttle wide And clucked to his fiery steed
Ten cars back in the empty box The hobo rolled uphill The flare of the match showed his partner's face Stark white and deathly still As the train wheels clicked on the couplin' joints A song for the rambler's ear The hobo talked to the still white form His pal for many a year
For a mighty long time, we've rambled, Jack With the luck of men that roam With the backdoor steps for a dining room And a boxcar for a home We dodged the bulls on the Eastern route And the cops on the Chesapeake We travelled the Leadville narrow gauge In the days of Cripple Creek We drifted down thru sunny Cal On the rails of that old S.P. And of all you had, thru good and bad A half always belonged to me You made me promise to you Jack If I lived, and you cashed in To take you back to the old church yard And bury you there with your kin You seemed to know I would keep my word 'Cause you said that I was right Well, I'm keepin' my promise to you, pal 'Cause I'm takin' you home tonight I haven't the money to send you there So, I'm takin' you back on the fly It's the decent way for a 'bo to go Home to the by and by I knew that that fever had you, Jack And that doctor, he just wouldn't come He was too busy treatin' the wealthy folks To doctor a worn-out bum
As the train rolled over its ribbons of steel Straight thru to the East it sped The engineer in his high cab seat Kept his eye on the rails ahead While ten cars back in the empty box A lonely hobo sighed For the days of old and his pal, so cold Who was takin' his last long ride
Chanson Pour L'Auvergnat ((aka Merci Brimin Des Coups (Julos Beaucarne) - 1973))
Composer(s): Georges Brassens
First release by: Georges Brassens - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists
Elle est à toi cette chanson Toi l'Auvergnat qui sans façon M'as donné quatre bouts de bois Quand dans ma vie il faisait froid Toi qui m'as donné du feu quand Les croquantes et les croquants Tous les gens bien intentionnés M'avaient fermé la porte au nez Ce n'était rien qu'un feu de bois Mais il m'avait chauffé le corps Et dans mon âme il brûle encore À la manièr' d'un feu de joie
Toi l'Auvergnat quand tu mourras Quand le croqu'mort t'emportera Qu'il te conduise à travers ciel Au père éternel
Elle est à toi cette chanson Toi l'hôtesse qui sans façon M'as donné quatre bouts de pain Quand dans ma vie il faisait faim Toi qui m'ouvris ta huche quand Les croquantes et les croquants Tous les gens bien intentionnés S'amusaient à me voir jeûner Ce n'était rien qu'un peu de pain Mais il m'avait chauffé le corps Et dans mon âme il brûle encore À la manièr' d'un grand festin
Toi l'hôtesse quand tu mourras Quand le croqu'mort t'emportera Qu'il te conduise à travers ciel Au père éternel
Elle est à toi cette chanson Toi l'étranger qui sans façon D'un air malheureux m'as souri Lorsque les gendarmes m'ont pris Toi qui n'as pas applaudi quand Les croquantes et les croquants Tous les gens bien intentionnés Riaient de me voir emmener Ce n'était rien qu'un peu de miel Mais il m'avait chauffé le corps Et dans mon âme il brûle encore À la manièr' d'un grand soleil
Toi l'étranger quand tu mourras Quand le croqu'mort t'emportera Qu'il te conduise à travers ciel Au père éternel
From Today
((French & Italian Versions: Désormais (Charles Aznavour); Oramai (Charles Aznavour))
Composer(s): Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
From today I never more will say "I love you" From today my road will take a different turning So many chances are behind me So many words I cannot mend
From today our journey to the stars is over From today our castles in the air are burning The dream that all began so sweetly Has brought us to the bitter end
Chorus:
From today, never more will our Song be sung, as it was when the world was young And our love was new and splendid From today, as the memories Start to fade, all the miracles we have made Are now ended, from today
From today I try to live without confusion From today I try forgetting all about you Too many words remain unspoken Now there is nothing left to say
From today I'll walk away from disillusion From today I'll wander through the world without you Our little house of cards is broken I have no numbers left to play
The Last Rebel Composer(s): Gary Rossington - Johnny Van Zant - Robert White Johnson - Michael Lunn Performer(s): Lynyrd Skynyrd
There's a grey horse standin' still As a soldier climbs in the saddle for one last ride The rain pours off his hat You can see the shadows of the past written in his eyes
Now the cannons are silent His friends are all gone, gotta put it all behind him If he ever wants to find his way home He's the last rebel on the road
Just a boy with his old guitar Keeps to himself, but everybody takes him wrong But he carried on, got a dream that will never die Can't change him No use in staying where you don't belong
Now he's rollin' down the highway Gone too far too fast No one will ever find him He'll never look back
'Cause he's the last rebel And he's all alone, he's the last rebel His friends are all gone He's the last rebel, the last rebel on the road
There'll never be another like him He's the last of a dyin' breed Ain't no use tryin' to change him 'Cause he's the last rebel And he's all alone, he's the last rebel His friends are all gone He's the last rebel, the last rebel on the road
The Last Picasso Composer(s): Neil Diamond Performer(s): Neil Diamond
The last Picasso, the last Picasso was just acquired by some old museum, and Don Quixote Well Don Quixote the old man's rhyme has lost its reason which only reminds me have I remembered to say that without you this life of plenty would seem so empty, the last Picasso
Oh me and you --me oh me oh me oh me and you-- We, we can sigh --me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh The last Picasso, the last Picasso may gather dust amid the ruins and Don Quixote, Well Don Quixote may no longer make his wishful tunes but I still have you and I will have you when everything else is gone and done with We'll be like one with the last Picasso
Oh me and you --me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you-- We, we can sigh --me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh Oh, me and you --me oh me oh me oh me oh me and you-- We, we can sigh --me oh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh Oh, me and you --we, we can sigh me oh me oh me oh we can sigh Oh, me and you
Chanson Ouverte
Composer(s): A. Goldstein - Gabriel Yared
Performer(s): Françoise Hardy
Chanson ouverte À celui j'connais pas Qui m'fait rêver tout bas À celui qu'est pas là Mais qui vit tout près d'moi Dans ma tête nuit et jour Lui déclare sans détour Pour toujours Tout l'amour Chanson ouverte À celui dont j'ai pas L'adresse ni l'téléphone Celui qui entendra La p'tite chanson qui sonne Dans sa tête nuit et jour Qui déclare sans discours Pour toujours Tout l'amour
From The Vine Came The Grape Composer(s): Paul Cunningham; Leonard Whitcup Performer(s): The Gaylords; The Hilltoppers
From the vine came the grape From the grape came the wine From the wine came a dream to a lover He was back with Marie on the Isle of Capri With a million stars shining above her Once again he romanced as the kissed and they danced And even her wedding bells chimed
From the vine came the grape From the grape came the wine And for Tony, a wonderful time
With a song in his heart He would sip another little glass of wine With each sip he would cry My bella Maria you're mine
From the vine came the grape From the grape came the wine From the wine came a dream to a lover He was back with Marie on the Isle of Capri With a million stars shining above her Once again he romanced as the kissed and they danced And even her wedding bells chimed From the vine came the grape From the grape came the wine And for Tony a wonderful time For Tony a wonderful time
Dietro L'amore ((French Version: Derrière L'amour (Johnny Hallyday)) Composer(s): Toto Cutugno - Vito Pallavicini Performer(s): Toto Cutugno; Amaury Vassili
Dietro l'amore cosa c'è? Due processioni di perché Domande mai esposte, fiduce mal riposte Paure, voglie che tu hai e che non tiri fuori mai Sentirsi grande dentro e poi sentirsi niente
E stringimi, stringimi forte, fammi stordire insieme a te Amami, amami forte, chiudi il tuo corpo dentro a me
Dietro il tuo amore cosa c'è? La donna che appare a me E quando fai l'amore, vuoi proprio far l'amore Istinto, femminilità, tra una bugia o verità Dierto l'amore cosa c'è? Che cosa c'è davvero?
Stringimi, stringimi forte, fammi stordire insieme a te Amami, amami forte, chiudi il tuo corpo dentro a me
E le mie mani su di te, i tuoi respiri dentro a me Il tuo spogliarti lento, il lume ormai già spento
Stringimi, stringimi forte, fammi stordire insieme a te Amami, amami forte, chiudi il tuo corpo dentro a me Stringimi, stringimi forte, fammi stordire insieme a te Amami, amami forte, chiudi il tuo corpo dentro a me
From The Underworld Composer(s): Howard Blaikley; Alan Blaikley; Ken Howard Performer(s): The Herd
Out of the land of shadows and darkness, we were returning Towards the morning light Almost in reach of places I knew Escaping the ghosts of Yesterday You were behind me following closely "Don't turn around now" I heard you whisper in my ear "If you should turn now All that you won Will vanish just like a passing dream Just on the very verge of the morning, daylight was dawning freedom was but a step away now with the deep dark river behind us what could go wrong if I stayed strong in mind What was the sudden lapse into madness, what was the urge that turned my head around to look at you? What was the stubborn will to destroy the love and the joy I nearly held? Three times the thunder roared in my ears in all of my years I'll see that lost look in your eyes As, with a sigh like smoke in the wind you slipped from my grasp into the waiting shadows so much I longed to say but my touch found only the empty air and a black nights coldness Into another world you entered and never again I can reclaim you
Het Geluid Van Stilte
((Adapted from: The Sound Of Silence (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1964))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Lennaert Nijgh
Performer(s): Boudewijn de Groot - 1965
Versions In Other Languages:
1966 - La Voix Du Silence (Marie Laforêt)
1966 - La Tua Immagine (Mike Liddell & Gli Atomi)
1975 - Il Suono Del Silenzio (Adriano Pappalardo)
1982 - Chanson D'innocence (Gérard Lenorman)
Luister duisternis, mijn vriend Waaraan heb ik het verdiend Dat ik telkens in mijn dromen Dezelfde angst moet tegen komen En het visioen dat mij bedreigd En 'k iedere nacht weer verwacht Met het geluid van stilte
In iedere droom loop ik alleen Door straten zonder einde heen Onder een kille straatlantaren Sta 'k in de donkere nacht te staren Tot ik verblind wordt door een flits in mijn gezicht Neonlicht En ik hoor 't geluid van stilte
En dan zie ik telkens weer Tienduizend mensen, misschien meer Zonder iets te zeggen fluisteren Horen maar naar niemand luisteren Luidjes schrijven die geen sterveling zingen wil Het blijft stil Ik hoor alleen de stilte
Vreemd dat ik het nu pas weet Dat stilte in mijn hersens vreet Zijn mijn woorden niet te horen Gaan mijn gebaren soms verloren Want mijn woorden vallen als de regen stil Zonder wil Echo van niets dan stilte
En men is bang van elk gebod Van de hoge neongod En aan alle kanten preken Lichtreclames als een teken Dat de woorden van profeten op de schuttingen staan Als vermaan Er rest alleen de stilte...
From The Plains To Mexico Composer(s): The Residents Performer(s): The Residents
We were lyin' on the prairie
on Slaughter's ranch one night With our heads upon our saddles, and a campfire burnin' bright Soon we fell to talkin' of distant friends so dear When a boy raised up his saddle, and he wiped (brushed) away a tear
Oh, I fell in love with a neighbor girl, her cheeks were soft and white Another feller loved her too, and it ended in a fight Oh it makes me shake and shudder to think of that awful night When Tom and I began to fight, and I stabbed him with my knife
I fell down on my knees and tried to stop the blood That came out from his side all spurtin' Like some bright red crimson flood
And now when I am sleepin' I hear him softly say Oh Bob, I know your sorry, but I've gone to a better place And yes, I guess I believe it, but I just can't let him go His dyin' eyes are with me, from the plains to Mexico
The Last Old Shovel Composer(s): Jim Scott Performer(s): The Louvin Brothers and multiple other artists
They buried her on the side of the mountain There my darling sleeps in the ground I stayed by her side 'til they covered her over And the last old shovel was laid down
Till the last old shovel was laid down, laid down Till the last old shovel was laid down I stayed by her side and I cried and I cried When the last old shovel was laid down
I think of her when it's stormy and raining In that mountain far away I long to be laid by her side on that mountain There'll be rest for me on that day
There'll be rest for me on that day, that day There'll be rest for me on that day I long to be laid by her side on that mountain On that mountain far away
Oh bury me where my true love is sleeping Where she lies in that lonesome ground I'll find sweet rest by the side of my darling When the last old shovel is laid down
When the last old shovel is laid down, laid down When the last old shovel is laid down I'll find sweet rest by the side of my darling When the last old shovel is laid down
La Voix Du Silence ((aka Chanson D'innocence (Gérard Lenorman) - 1982))
((Adapted from: The Sound Of Silence (Simon and Garfunkel) - 1964))
Composer(s): Paul Simon - Pierre Saka - Laure Gineal
Performer(s): Marie Laforêt - 1966
Versions In Other Languages:
1965 - Het Geluid Van Stilte (Boudewijn de Groot)
1966 - La Tua Immagine (Mike Liddell & Gli Atomi)
1975 - Il Suono Del Silenzio (Adriano Pappalardo)
Autrefois, je ne savais pas Qu'il est des mots qu'on n'entend pas Mais un soir une ombre est venue Qui m'a dit: "Écoute un peu plus Une voix te parle aux mots inconnus Entends-tu La voix du silence?"
Je m'en suis allé promener Les peupliers se sont penchés Pour me raconter des histoires Qu'ils étaient les seuls à savoir Et le vent et la mer Doucement me parlaient J'entendais La voix du silence
Et depuis j'ai vu des gens Qui jetaient des mots à tous vents Et qui discouraient sans parler Qui entendaient sans écouter En proposant des chants connus Que nulle voix n'a jamais repris Et leurs cris Couvrent la voix du silence
Les hommes ne voient plus les fleurs Ils en ont pris des rides au coeur Ils espèrent en faisant du bruit Meubler le vide de leur vie Et même au ton, sans un bruit En gouttes de rosée Étouffées Etouffées comme la voix du silence
Toi tu dors à mon côté Et je n'ose pas parler De peur que mes mots se confondent Avec le bruit que fait le Monde Mais je t'aime tant Qu'un jour enfin tu comprendras Tu m'entendras Dire les mots du silence
