Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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These Boots Are Made For Walkin' ((aka One Of These Days (Operation Ivy) - 1989; This Body (Belgian Asociality) - 1994)) Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood First release by: Nancy Sinatra - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher (Eileen) 1967 - Stivaletti Rossi (Dalida) 1984 - Bisogna Far Qualcosa (Adriano Celentano)
You keep saying you got something for me Something you call love but confess You've been a'messin' where you shouldn't 've been a'messin' And now someone else is getting all your best Well, these boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep lyin' when you oughta be truthin' You keep losing when you oughta not bet You keep samin' when you oughta be a'changin' What's right is right but you ain't been right yet These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
You keep playing where you shouldn't be playing And you keep thinking that you'll never get burnt (Hah) Well, I've just found me a brand new box of matches (Yeah) And what he knows you ain't had time to learn These boots are made for walkin', and that's just what they'll do One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you
Le vent chasse un nuage Qui fait sa route vers l'infini La mer parle au rivage Et je l'écoute et je m'ennuie Je suis seule à comprendre La chanson de l'oiseau qui passe J'attends d'un cur qui tremble Celui qui viendra prendre sa place
Dis-moi si l'amour existe Moi pour qui les jours sont tristes
Libre, mon cur est libre Celui qui m'aime me le prendra Vivre, je voudrais vivre Oui mais qui m'aime je ne sais pas Je suis seule au rivage Et je chante à l'oiseau qui danse De nuage en nuage J'ai pour lui la voix de l'espérance
Jackson Composer(s): Gaby Rodgers; Billy Edd Wheeler Performer(s): Johnny Cash & June Carter
Both: We got married in a fever
hotter than a pepper sprout We been talkin' 'bout Jackson
Johnny: Ever since the fire went out I'm goin' to Jackson, I'm gonna mess around (yeah?) Yeah, I'm goin' to Jackson, look out Jackson town
June: Well, go on down to Jackson, go ahead and wreck your health (hmm) Go play your hand, you big-talkin' man, make a big fool of yourself Yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, but go comb that hair
Johnny: I'm gonna snowball Jackson
June: Go ahead and see if I care
Johnny: When I breeze inta that city, the people gonna stoop and bow (ha ha) All them women gonna make me teach 'em what they don't know how I'm goin' to Jackson, ya turn-a loose-a my coat 'cause I'm goin' to Jackson
June: Goodbye, that's all she wrote
June: They'll laugh at you in Jackson (I doubt it) And I'll be dancin' on a pony keg They'll lead you 'round that town like a scalded hound With your tail tucked between your legs Yeah, yeah, yeah, go to Jackson, you big-talkin' man And I'll be waitin' there in Jackson behind my *Japan* fan
Both: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout We been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went ou-ou-out Go to Jackson and that's a natural fact We're goin' to Jackson, ain't never comin' back
Both: We got married in a fever hotter than a pepper sprout
Bisogna Far Qualcosa ((aka Stivaletti Rossi (Dalida) - 1967)) ((Adapted from: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' (Nancy Sinatra) - 1966)) Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood - Cristiano Minellono Performer(s): Adriano Celentano - 1984
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher (Eileen) 1989 - One Of These Days (Operation Ivy) 1994 - This Body (Belgian Asociality)
E io potessi farei qualcosa in più ma qualcosa che dico io una pastiglia da far prendere alla gente che fa renda tutta quanta sorridente Eh... bisogna far qualcosa perche non si puo più guardali tutti li con quelle facce sempre giù
L'autostrada che va verso il mare ma quale mare e una raffineria si va via solo per ritornare con addosso qualche nuova malattia Bisogna far qualcosa perche cosi non va non ci si vive più con quelle facce sempre giù
Son vent'anni ma io lo canto ancora non e protesta ma verita E lui l'aveva detto state attenti l'ha detto quasi due millenni fa... eh!... Bisogna far qualcosa ma che canzone e e sto cantando io e non cantare insieme a me!
Couchés Dans Le Foin Composer(s): Jean Nohain - Mireille Performer(s): Mireille and multiple other artists
Il ne faut pas que je vous cache Que j'eus toujours la sainte horreur des vaches Dans ma famille, c'est un tort Hélas! le métier de toréador N'a jamais été notre fort J'aimerais mieux qu'on m'injurie Qu'on me pende ou qu'on m'expatrie Plutôt que de toucher un pis Un pis de ma vie Je suis ainsi, tant pis Et c'est dommage La fille de la fermière est charmante et on a le même âge Par bonheur pour les amoureux Il est au grand air d'autres jeux Des jeux que j'aime davantage
Couchés dans le foin Avec le soleil pour témoin Un p'tit oiseau qui chante au loin On s'fait des aveux Et des grands serments et des vux On a des brindill's plein les ch'veux On s'embrasse et l'on se trémousse Ah! que la vie est douce, douce Couchés dans le foin avec le soleil pour témoin
Vous connaissez des femmes du monde Qui jusqu'à quatre-vingts ans restent blondes Qui sont folles de leur corps. Pour leurs amours il leur faut des décors Des tapis, des coussins en or De la lumière tamisée Et des tentures irisées Estompant sous leurs baisers Des appas trop usés Eh bien tant pis Mais c'est dommage Quand on est vigoureux, quand on aime et qu'on a mon âge Tous ces décors sont superflus Les canapés je n'en veux plus Je ne fais plus l'amour en cage Gardez, gardez vos éclairages
Couchés dans le foin Avec le soleil pour témoin Un p'tit oiseau qui chante au loin On s'fait des aveux Et des grands serments et des vux On a des brindill's plein les ch'veux On s'embrasse et l'on se trémousse Ah ! que la vie est douce, douce Couchés dans le foin avec le soleil pour témoin
Stivaletti Rossi ((aka Bisogna Far Qualcosa (Adriano Celentano) - 1984)) ((Adapted from: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' (Nancy Sinatra) - 1966)) Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood - Vito Pallavicini Performer(s): Dalida - 1967
Versions In Other Languages: 1966 - Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher (Eileen) 1989 - One Of These Days (Operation Ivy) 1994 - This Body (Belgian Asociality)
Stai attento Non va bene sempre Non poi far di me cio che vuoi Hai combinato i pastici che hai voluto Non pensare che perdoni sempre te Che gli stivaletti rose che piacono Ma per andarme de ne a te Stivaletti rose, ce ne andiamo Che gli stivaletti rose che piacono Ma per andarme de ne a te Stivaletti rose, ce ne andiamo Io non sono comme tutte le altre Stare sai e non vedrai Non mantiene quelle cose che prometi Non, ora piangerai Le stivaletti rossi che piaciono poco a te Io me le meterò Ma per andarmene da te
Con la amore no devi giocare Forse pensi che ormai io me ne andro Io gia pensato E ho deciso que un giorno Tutto quanto finirà le stivaletti rossi che piaciono ma per andarmene da Stivaletti rossi Ce ne andiamo Stivaletti rossi, ce ne andiamo
Coucher De Soleil Composer(s): Yves Duteil Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Dans les eaux de la mer On voit des reflets d'or Quand le soleil s'endort Dans les bras de la mer Et le ciel se repose La mer est un miroir Où son bleu devient noir Et ses nuages roses Quand le soleil s'éteint Les étoiles de la mer Font un ciel à l'envers Où dorment les dauphins Dans les eaux de la mer On voit des reflets d'or Quand le soleil s'endort Dans les bras de la mer
Jackie Blue Composer(s): Steve Cash; Larry Lee Performer(s): Ozark Mountain Daredevils; Ron Dante; R. Stevie Moore; The Smashing Pumpkins
Oo, Jackie Blue Lives her life from inside of her room Hides a smile when she's wearin' a frown Oo, Jackie you're not so down
You like your life in a free-form style You'll take an inch but you'd love a mile There never seems to be quite enough Floating around to fill your lovin' cup
Oo, Jackie Blue What's a game girl, if you never lose? Ask a winner and you'll probably find Oo, Jackie they've lost at sometime
Don't try to tell me That you're not aware of what you're doing Ant that you don't care You say it's easy, just a natural thing Like playing music, but you never sing
Oo, Jackie Blue Making wishes that never come true Going places where you've never been Oo, Jackie Blue, you're going again
Oo, Jackie Blue Lives her life from inside of her room Makes you think that her life is a drag Oo, Jackie, what fun you have had
Ces Bottes Sont Faites Pour Marcher ((Adapted from: These Boots Are Made For Walkin' (Nancy Sinatra) - 1966)) Composer(s): Lee Hazlewood - Eileen Performer(s): Eileen - 1966
Versions In Other Languages: 1967 - Stivaletti Rossi (Dalida) 1984 - Bisogna Far Qualcosa (Adriano Celentano) 1989 - One Of These Days (Operation Ivy) 1994 - This Body (Belgian Asociality)
Quand tu me dis que tu n'as pas de fille Je sais parfaitement que tu mens Tout le monde sait que tu me trompes souvent Alors méfie-toi, je t'avertis vraiment
Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher Et tu vas l'regretter Car je mettrai ces bottes Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter
Tu mens tellement que c'est plus fort que toi Et tu n'sais jamais où est la vérité Comme tous les enfants, tu crois être un homme Mais toi, dans ma vie, tu ne m'as rien donné
Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher Et tu vas l'regretter Car je mettrai ces bottes Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter
Toi, tu joues avec le feu et tu t'amuses Mais un jour viendra où tu vas te brûler Un autre a pris ta place et moi je l'aime Et ce qu'il est, tu ne le seras jamais
Ces bottes sont faites pour marcher Et tu vas l'regretter Car je mettrai ces bottes Un jour ou l'autre pour te quitter
Jack-Ass Composer(s): Beck; John King; Michael Simpson Performer(s: Beck; Dr. Lonnie Smith; South Austin Jug Band
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones And we will rise in the cool of the evening I remember the way that you smiled When the gravity shackles were wild And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning I been drifting along in the same stale shoes Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
These Arms Of Mine Composer(s): Otis Redding First release by: Otis Redding - 1962 Covered by multiple other artists
These arms of mine They are lonely Lonely and feeling blue These arms of mine They are yearning Yearning for mortiying you And if you Would let them Hold you Oh how grateful I will be These arms of mine They are burning Burning for mortiying you These arms of mine They are wanting Wanting to hold you And if you Would let them hold you Ohh how grateful I will be Come on, come on baby Just be my little woman (yeah) Just be my lover I need somebody (Somebody to treat me right) (Ohh) I need your warm loving arms to hold me tight And I need you tender lips too Hold me, hold me
Cotton Mill Man Composer(s): Joe Langston Performer(s): Jim & Jesse
I was born in the shadow Of a cotton mill smoke stack Down in Alabama's bottom land Where my grand pappy broke his back Pullin' on a cotton sack To raise my pa to be a cotton mill man
I've got lots of memories Government commodities Probably need payment again
While the boss man on the hill Bought his stake and then the field Called up on to clean his mill The cotton mill man
Lord don't let my son grow up To be a sweaty cotton mill man
I grew up in the gloom Of a cotton mill weave room With weaver's gluin' calluses All over my hands
I didn't have a honeymoon I couldn't leave my cotton loom I swore my son would never Be a cotton mill man
I watched my woman cry When our baby daughter died Why the doctor never came We lacked the money but the fame And I cussed the day I became a cotton mill man
Lord, don't let my son grow up To be a sweaty cotton mill man
The company taught us all the rules On how to work with spinnin' spools So the bosses son could drive a big black sedan The company owned the houses And the company owned the grammar school You'll never see an educated cotton mill man
They figure you don't need to learn Anything without you earn The money that you pay a phone ammends To the general store they own Or else they'll take away your home And give it to some other only cotton mill man
Lord, don't let my son grow up To be a sweaty cotton mill man
Lord, don't let my son grow up To be a sweaty cotton mill man
Jack The Ripper Composer(s): Bob Haggenbush; Simmonds; Charles Stacey; Clarence Stacey Performer(s): Screaming Lord Sutch
Ah-ha-ha, aaah! The Ripper, Jack The Ripper The Ripper, Jack The Ripper There's a man who walks the streets of London late at night The Ripper, Jack The Ripper With a little black bag that's oh-so tight The Ripper, Jack The Ripper He's got a big black cloak hangin' down his back The Ripper, Jack The Ripper That's one big cat I just hate to fight The Ripper, Jack The Ripper When he walks down the streets Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly? The Ripper, Jack The Ripper The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
When she walks down the streets, he's never far behind The Ripper, Jack The Ripper With his little black bag and his one track mind The Ripper, Jack The Ripper Well, he really catches up when the lights go down The Ripper, Jack The Ripper 'Cause that's the time he starts his dirty chop-around The Ripper, Jack The Ripper When he walks down the streets Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly? The Ripper, Jack The Ripper The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Scotland Yard will never catch him, he's too clever He's much too clever But if they do, man they'll catch: The Ripper! The Ripper, Jack The Ripper The Ripper, Jack The Ripper Well, the streets of London kinda never safe The Ripper, Jack The Ripper Whenever Jack The Ripper shows his face The Ripper, Jack The Ripper So, you pretty little girlies, take a-my advice The Ripper, Jack The Ripper And don't walk the streets of London late at night The Ripper, Jack The Ripper When he walks down the streets Every girl he meets he says; is you name Mary Kelly? The Ripper, Jack The Ripper The Ripper, Jack The Ripper
Oh yes, Mary! Where are you Mary? I'm after you Mary, ha-ha-ha With my knife Mary! Ah-ah, sure, ah-ha-ha-ha-ha Where are you? Ha-ha-ha Aaaah!
These Are The Things I Love Composer(s): Harold Barlow - Lewis Harris Performer(s): Della Reese; Dizzy Gillespie; Sam Butera
The glow of sunset in the summer skies The golden flicker of the fireflies The gleam of lovelight in your loving eyes These are the things I love
A silver moonbeam peeping through the trees A bed of tulips nodding in the breeze The look you give in answer to my pleas These are the things I love
Once I thought that life was just a winter thing My heart was cold, and then You came to me and like a breath of spring You turned the silver snow to gold!
A robin's serenade when day is through A bubbling brook beside our rendez-vous Your sweet voice whisp'ring darling, I love you These are the things I love
Cotton Jenny
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot
Performer(s): Anne Murray
and multiple other artists
There's a house on a hill By a worn down weathered old mill In a valley below where the river winds There's no such thing as bad times
And a soft southern flame, oh Cotton Jenny's her name And she wakes him up when the sun goes down And the wheel of love goes round Wheels of love go round, love go round Love go round, a joyful sound
He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend But then the wheels go round
When the new day begins, he goes down to the cotton gin And he makes his time worth while to then Then he climbs back up again And she waits by the door, oh Cotton Jenny he's sore And she rubs his feet while the sun goes down And the wheel of love goes round Wheels of love go round, love go round Love go round, a joyful sound
He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend But then the wheels go round Wheels of love go round, love go round Love go round, a joyful sound
He ain't got a penny for Cotton Jenny to spend But then the wheels go round Wheels go round Wheels go round Love go round Love go round Love go round
Jack The Ripper Composer(s): Anders Melander; Peter Wahlqvist Performer(s): Nationalteatern
Det är nån som våldtar din mamma på storvaruhusets golv det är nån som kidnappar små små barn och torterar dem med tuggummivåld
Han slipar sin kniv sen tar han ditt liv
Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper det går en mördare lös Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper vem vågar vittna när blodet frös
Han sliter hjärtat ur bröstet på en ensam pensionär han sätter en sil i en trasig själ som förslavas av sitt eget begär han smyger omkring på fabriken och lemlästar din kropp han hackar din hjärna i små små bitar och krossar ditt sista hopp
Han slipar sin kniv sen tar han ditt liv
Jack Ripper, Jack the Ripper, det går en mördare lös........
I besvikelsens iskalla tystnad han håller oss i sin hand förgiftar vårt blod med lystnad att långsamt förgöra varann
These Are Not My People Composer(s): Joe South Performer(s): Joe South and multiple other artists
Well, your momma and your poppa sent ya to the finest school Never let it be said that their little darlin was a fool With a credit card and your good name You were drawn like a moth to a flame To the people of the night where you more or less lost your cool
It's been a gas but I'm gonna have to pass
These are not my people no These are not my people And it looks like the end my friend Gotta get in the wind my friend
Well you find yourself naked in the world with no place to hide And you felt for the pulse of you're god and he had died Now you're rebels that have got no cause Lord, you're tigers that have got no claws Well they promised you the world on a string but you know they lied
Oh, you said you'd be back in a black Cadillac limousine But you know I'm inclined to think it's not the kind you mean 'Cause when you fall down from off your cloud And you're just another face in the crowd There gonna throw you away like last week's magazine
