Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Same Thing Happened To Me Composer(s): Gary Nicholson; John Prine Performer(s): John Prine
Moonlight shining on the back of my hand Cat fight rattlin' the garbage can Looks like somethin' chased you up a tree Same thing, same thing happened to me Wild wind blowing down the neck of my shirt Old men sitting on a bench in the dirt Seems that another ship has gone out to sea Same thing, same thing happened to me
Shoe shine someone's got to tell ya the news A fine line separates a boy from the blues Looks like you could use some company Same thing, same thing happened to me
Runnin', runnin' just as fast as I can Someone, someone take a hold of my hand Looks like somethin' chased you up a tree Same thing, same thing happened to me Same thing, same thing happened to me
Le feu danse dans la cheminée Dehors on tremble de froid Nuit de Noël, de sapin parfumée Partout tu fais naître la joie Et au réveillon, pour les amoureux sous le gui Les baisers seront permis Les enfants, le cur vibrant d'espoir Ont peine à s'endormir ce soir
Le Père Noël s'est mis en route Sur son traîneau chargé de jouets et de cadeaux Et les petits guettent et écoutent La ronde folle des rennes dans le ciel Et moi, pour vous je fais ce simple vu Qu'on échange depuis l'Enfant-Dieu Jeunes et moins jeunes, soyez tous très heureux Joyeux Joyeux Noël!
Le Père Noël s'est mis en route Sur son traîneau chargé de jouets et de cadeaux Et les petits guettent et écoutent La ronde folle des rennes dans le ciel
Et moi, pour vous je fais ce simple vu Qu'on échange depuis l'Enfant-Dieu Jeunes et moins jeunes, soyez tous très heureux Joyeux, Joyeux Noël Noël Noël
Same Old Story Composer(s): Hank Williams Jr.; Lomar Morris; Warren Keith Performer(s): Hank Williams Jr.
Hey there lonely girl can I sit with you I've just got to find someone to tell my story to You've heard it all before now here it is once more And please kiss away my tears when I am through It's just the same old story once again with a sweet beginning and a bitter end A love affair that didn't turn out right And the world has one more broken heart tonight
Would you like to dance oh you know it's been a long time Since I had a woman satisfy my urge But you know it never works a false love won't take away hurt But just pretend I'm him and I'll pretend you're her And it'll be just the same old story... And the world had one more broken heart tonight
Joyeux Noël
Composer(s): Barbara
Performer(s): Barbara; Marie Paule Belle
C'était vingt-deux heures à peine, ce vendredi-là C'était veille de Noël, et pour fêter ça Il s'en allait chez Mad'leine près du Pont d'l'Alma Elle aurait eu tant de peine qu'il ne vienne pas Fêter Noël, fêter Noël
En smoking de velour vert, en col roulé blanc Et le cur en bandoulière marchant à pas lents A pied il longeait la Seine tout en sifflotant Puisqu'il allait chez Mad'leine il avait bien l'temps Charmant Noël, charmant Noël
C'était vingt-deux heures à peine, ce vendredi-là C'était veille de Noël, et pour fêter ça Elle s'en allait chez Jean-Pierre, près du Pont d'l'Alma Il aurait eu tant de peine qu'elle ne vienne pas Fêter Noël, fêter Noël
Bottée noire souveraine et gantée de blanc Elle allait pour dire je t'aime tout en chantonnant A pied elle longeait la Seine marchant d'un pas lent Puisqu'elle allait chez Jean-Pierre elle avait bien l'temps Mmh mhm mhm, charmant Noël
Or voilà que sur le pont ils se rencontrèrent Ces deux-là qui s'en venaient d'un chemin contraire Lorsqu'il la vit si belle des bottes aux gants Il se sentit infidèle jusqu'au bout des dents
Elle aima son smoking vert son col roulé blanc Et frissonna dans l'hiver en lui souriant Bonsoir je vais chez Jean-Pierre, près du pont d'l'Alma Bonsoir, j'allais chez Mad'leine c'est juste à deux pas
Et ils allèrent chez Eugène pour y fêter ça Sous le sapin de lumière quand il l'embrassa Heureuse elle se fit légère au creux de son bras Au petit jour ils s'aimèrent près d'un feu de bois Joyeux Noël, joyeux Noël
Mais après une semaine, ce vendredi-là Veille de l'année nouvelle tout recommença Il se rendit chez Mad'leine l'air un peu sournois Elle se rendit chez Jean-Pierre un peu tard ma foi
Bien sûr il y eut des scènes près du Pont d'l'Alma Qu'est-ce que ça pouvait leur faire à ces deux amants-là Eux qu'avaient eu un Noël comme on n'en fait pas Mais il est bien doux quand même de rentrer chez soi Après Noël, joyeux Noël
Same Old Song And Dance Composer(s): Joe Perry; Steven Tyler Performer(s): Aerosmith and multiple other artists
Get yourself cooler Lay yourself low Coincidental murder With nothing to show With the judge's constipation Will go to his head And his wife's aggravation You'll soon end up dead It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend Gotcha with the cocaine They found with your gun No smooth face laywer Could get ya undone Say love ain't the same On the south side of town You could look But you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend It's the same old story Same old story Same Old Song And Dance Fate comes a-knockin' Doors start lockin' Your old time connection Change your direction You ain't gonna change it Can't rearrange it Can't stand the pain When it's all the same to you, my friend When you're low down and dirty From walkin' the street With your old hurdy gurdy No one to meet Said love ain't the same On the south side of town You could look But you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story Same Old Song And Dance, my friend It's the same old story Same old story Same Old Song And Dance
Joy To The World Composer(s): Isaac Watts; Lowell Mason
Joy to the world! the Lord is come Let earth receive her King Let every heart prepare Him room and heaven and nature sing and heaven and nature sing and heaven, and heaven and nature sing
Joy to the earth! the Savior reigns Let men their songs employ while fields and floods rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy Repeat the sounding joy Repeat, repeat the sounding joy
No more let sins and sorrows grow nor thorns infest the ground He comes to make His blessing flow far as the curse is found far as the curse is found far as, far as the curse is found
He rules the world with truth and grace and makes the nations prove the glories of His righteousness and wonders of His love and wonders of His love and wonders, wonders of His love
Same Old Saturday Night Composer(s): Sammy Cahn; Frank Reardon Performer(s): Frank Sinatra
Went to see a movie show Found myself an empty row Thought the show was just alright Same old Saturday night
Then I made the usual stop Coffee at the coffee shop Friendly face nowhere in sight Same old Saturday night
I really thought - the papers I bought Would help me forget you for a while Believe me honey - the funnies weren't funny They didn't even make me smile
How I wish you'd lift the phone Fun is fun - but not alone 'Til you let me hold you tight Same old Saturday night
Only your face - can help me erase That same old Saturday night
Sam'di Soir Composer(s): Charles Aznavour; Georges Garvarentz Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday
Si la semaine est faite pour travailler Sans relever la tête de son métier On se fait une fête La joie est là La joie est là À la pensée du sam'di soir
Qu'on attend plein d'espoir Cour battant sam'di soir Que l'on veut pour pouvoir Être heureux sam'di soir On peut s'aimer sans être déranger Le sam'di soir
Sam'di soir Enlacé sans rien dire Délivré sam'di soir Les enfants des coins noirs Sont amants sam'di soir Tout est permis Le monde vit sa vie Le sam'di soir
On discute et l'on fait du bruit On s'enflamme, on s'amuse et ri Et ça vie ça chahute et ça chauffe
Et l'on danse en scandant sa joie Et l'on chante en claquant des doigts Et ça crie, ça remue et ça chauffe
La joie dans nos yeux brille On oublie tout Et vaguement qu'on s'habille Et comme un fou On va chercher sa fille et ses copains Et ses copains au rendez-vous Du sam'di soir
Qu'on attend plein d'espoir Cour battant sam'di soir Que l'on veut pour pouvoir Être heureux sam'di soir On peut s'aimer sans être déranger Le sam'di soir
Sam'di soir Enlacé sans rien dire Délivré sam'di soir Les enfants des coins noirs Sont amants sam'di soir Tout est permis Le monde vit sa vie Le sam'di soir
On discute et l'on fait du bruit On s'enflamme, on s'amuse et ri Et ça vie ça chahute et ça chauffe
Et l'on danse en scandant sa joie Et l'on chante en claquant des doigts Et ça crie, ça remue et ça chauffe
Le sam'di soir Ah, sam'di soir Que faites-vous mademoiselle sam'di soir Ah, vous twistez?
Sam'di soir Tout est permis Le monde vit sa vie Le sam'di soir
She Is My Lady Composer(s): George Clinton Performer(s): Donny Hathaway and multiple other artists
I've learned to live for the sound of her laughter Her sunny smile is my only light To love her now is the sole thing that I'm after I'll make her melody my life She came to me when I knew I'd lost the meaning Lifted the shadow from across my way She touched my heart with the sweet song she was singing Brought back the sun into my days
Ooooh she is my lady I'm a witness to the wonder of her ways Oooh she's my lady The solitary reason for my days
And sometimes when my burdens just seem too overbearing The girl turns my tears with a single sigh She taught me loving And through love we both learned sharing Right now she's every, every reason why
Ooooh she is my lady I'm a witness to the wonder of her ways Ooooh she's my lady The solitary reason for my days
Oooooh, mmmmmmm Oooooooooooooooooo I dont have to worry cause she's my lady OOoooo She is my lady And the witness goes The wonder of her ways Ooo I'm so thankful She is my lady Yes she is My one and only reason For my days Won't you help me say it Ooooo She is my lady She is my lady I'm a witness Yeah Oooooooooo My one and only reason Yeah....
Zilverdraden Tussen Goud Composer(s): P.H. Danks; Jack Hotte; Jean Lahey Performer(s): Jo Vally
Snel vergaan de jonge jaren Met de tijd wordt men dan oud Grijs worden de blonde haren Net als zilver tussen goud Vele vreugde somtijds ook verdriet Bracht ons reeds zo menig jaar Het geluk in 't korte leven Vonden wij nochtans te gaar
Doch voor mij zie ik je altijd weer Eeuwig mooi en eeuwig jong Juist zo lief als toen ik vroeger Om uw jeugdig hartje dong
Grijs worden de blonde haren Zilverdraden tussen goud Kleine rimpeltjes die plooien Reeds uw voorhoofd en uw mond Grijs worden die blonde haren Zilverdraden tussen goud
Joseph And Mary's Boy Composer(s): Don Cook; Keith Whitley Performer(s): Alabama
Out here in the country there's magic in the air It's the middle of December, there's excitement everywhere Everyone's invited, the celebration's planned The gift is just what's in your hearts and not what's in your hands
And who's the one we need to thank, who's the party for Who's the one responsible for all this peace and joy Who deserves the credit for the blessings we enjoy The Preacher said last Sunday it was Joseph and Mary's boy
There were times we didn't think we'd make it through the year The banker tried to take our farm, but somehow we're still here I don't know how our crops survived the drought and too much rain It must have been a miracle, how else could you explain
And who's the one we need to thank, and who's this party for And who's the one responsible for all this peace and joy And who deserves the credit for the blessings we enjoy The Preacher said last Sunday it was Joseph and Mary's boy
The Christ Child born in Bethlehem Joseph and Mary's boy
La-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la Everyone's invited, the celebration's planned The gift is just what's in your hearts and not what's in your hands
Samba Saravah (Adapted from: Samba Da Benção - 1963) (Swedish Version: Sylvias Samba - 1969) Composer(s): Baden Powell; Vinicius de Moraes; Francis Lai; Pierre Barouh Performer(s): Pierre Barouh - 1966 and multiple other artists
Être heureux c'est plus ou moins ce qu'on cherche J'aime rire chanter et je n'empêche Pas les gens qui sont bien d'être joyeux Pourtant s'il est une samba sans tristesse C'est un vin qui donne pas l'ivresse Un vin qui ne donne pas l'ivresse Non ce n'est pas la samba que je veux
J'en connais que la chanson incommode D'autres pour qui ce n'est rien qu'une mode D'autres qui en profitent sans l'aimer Moi je l'aime et j'ai parcouru le monde En cherchant ses racines vagabondes C'est la chanson de samba qu'il faut chanter
On m'a dit qu'elle venait de Bahia Qu'elle doit son rythme et sa poésie À des siècles de danses et de douleur Mais quel que soit le sentiment qu'elle exprime Elle est blanche de forme et de rimes Blanche de forme et de rimes Elle est nègre bien nègre dans son coeur
Mais quel que soit le sentiment qu'elle exprime Elle est blanche de forme et de rimes Blanche de forme et de rimes Elle est nègre bien nègre dans son coeur
Mais quel que soit le sentiment qu'elle exprime Elle est blanche de forme et de rimes Blanche de forme et de rimes Elle est nègre bien nègre dans son coeur Elle est nègre bien nègre dans son coeur
Jolly Old Saint Nicholas
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Eddy Arnold
Jolly old Saint Nicholas Lean your ear this way! Don't you tell a single soul What I'm going to say Christmas Eve is coming soon Now, you dear old man Whisper what you'll bring to me Tell me if you can
When the clock is striking twelve When I'm fast asleep Down the chimney broad and black With your pack you'll creep All the stockings you will find Hanging in a row Mine will be the shortest one You'll be sure to know
Johnny wants a pair of skates Susy wants a dolly Nellie wants a story book She thinks dolls are folly As for me, my little brain Isn't very bright Choose for me, old Santa Claus What you think is right
Samba Da Benção Composer(s): Baden Powell; Vinicius de Moraes First release by: Vinicius de Moraes & Odette Lara - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1966 - Samba Saravah 1969 - Sylvias Samba
Cantado
É melhor ser alegre que ser triste Alegria é a melhor coisa que existe É assim como a luz no coração
Mas pra fazer um samba com beleza É preciso um bocado de tristeza É preciso um bocado de tristeza Senão, não se faz um samba não
Falado
Senão é como amar uma mulher só linda E daí? Uma mulher tem que ter Qualquer coisa além de beleza Qualquer coisa de triste Qualquer coisa que chora Qualquer coisa que sente saudade Um molejo de amor machucado Uma beleza que vem da tristeza De se saber mulher Feita apenas para amar Para sofrer pelo seu amor E pra ser só perdão
Cantado
Fazer samba não é contar piada E quem faz samba assim não é de nada O bom samba é uma forma de oração Porque o samba é a tristeza que balança E a tristeza tem sempre uma esperança A tristeza tem sempre uma esperança De um dia não ser mais triste não
Ponha um pouco de amor numa cadência E vai ver que ninguém no mundo vence A beleza que tem um samba, não
Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia E se hoje ele é branco na poesia Se hoje ele é branco na poesia Ele é negro demais no coração
Falado
Eu, por exemplo, o capitão do mato Vinicius de Moraes Poeta e diplomata O branco mais preto do Brasil Na linha direta de Xangô, saravá! A bênção, Senhora A maior ialorixá da Bahia Terra de Caymmi e João Gilberto A bênção, Pixinguinha Tu que choraste na flauta Todas as minhas mágoas de amor A bênção, Cartola, a benção, Sinhô A bênção, Ismael Silva Sua bênção, Heitor dos Prazeres A bênção, Nelson Cavaquinho A bênção, Geraldo Pinheiro A bênção, meu bom Cyro Monteiro Você, sobrinho de Nonô A bênção, Noel, sua bênção, Ary A bênção, todos os grandes Sambistas do Brasil Branco, preto, mulato Lindo como a pele macia de Oxum A bênção, maestro Antonio Carlos Jobim Parceiro e amigo querido Que já viajaste tantas canções comigo E ainda há tantas por viajar A bênção, Carlinhos Lyra Parceiro cem por cento Você que une a ação ao sentimento E ao pensamento Feito essa gente que anda por aí Brincando com a vida Cuidado, companheiro! A vida é pra valer E não se engane não, tem uma só Duas mesmo que é bom Ninguém vai me dizer que tem Sem provar muito bem provado Com certidão passada em cartório do céu E assinado embaixo: Deus E com firma reconhecida! A vida não é brincadeira, amigo A vida é arte do encontro Embora haja tanto desencontro pela vida Há sempre uma mulher à sua espera Com os olhos cheios de carinho Ponha um pouco de amor na sua vida Como no seu samba A bênção, a bênção, Baden Powell Amigo novo, parceiro novo Que fizeste este samba comigo A bênção, amigo A bênção, maestro Moacir Santos Não és um só, és tantos como O meu Brasil de todos os santos Inclusive meu São Sebastião Saravá! A bênção, que eu vou partir Eu vou ter que dizer adeus
Cantado
Ponha um pouco de amor numa cadência E vai ver que ninguém no mundo vence A beleza que tem um samba, não
Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia E se hoje ele é branco na poesia Se hoje ele é branco na poesia Ele é negro demais no coração
Jingle, Jingle, Jingle Composer(s): Johnny Marks Performer(s): Burl Ives; and various other artists
Jingle, jingle, jingle You will hear my sleigh bells ring I am old Kris Kringle I'm the King of Jingling
Jingle, jingle, reindeer Through the frosty air they go They are not just plain deer They're the fastest deer I know (Ho! Ho!)
You must believe that on Christmas Eve I won't pass you by I'll dash away in my magic sleigh Flying through the sky
Jingle, jingle, jingle You will hear my sleigh bells ring I am old Kris Kringle I'm the King of Jingling (Ho! Ho!)
For Thy mercy and Thy grace Constant through another year Hear our song of thankfulness Father and Redeemer hear Dark the future; let Thy light Guide us, bright and morning star Fierce our foes and hard the fight Arm us Savior for the war In our weakness and distress Rock of strength be Thou our stay In the pathless wilderness Be our true and living way Keep us faithful; keep us pure Keep us evermore Thine own Help, O help us to endure Fit us for the promised crown
Samba Para Vinicius Composer(s): Chico Buarque; Toquinho Performer(s): Chico Buarque and multiple other artists
Poeta Meu poeta camarada Poeta da pesada Do pagode do perdão Perdoa essa canção improvisada Em tua inspiração De todo o coração Da moça e do violão Do fundo
Poeta Poetinha vagabundo Quem dera todo mundo Fosse assim feito você Que a vida não gosta de esperar A vida é pra valer A vida é pra levar Vinicius, velho, saravá
Jingle Bells (aka The One Horse Open Sleigh - 1857)
Composer(s): James Pierpoint
First release by: Edison Male Quartette - 1898
Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages:
1960 - Vive Le Vent (Dalida)
1968 - Ein Kleiner Weisser Schneemann (Roy Black)
1973 - Jingle Bells (Will Tura)
Dashing through the snow On a one-horse open sleigh Over the fields we go Laughing all the way Bells on bob-tail ring making spirits bright What fun it is to ride and sing A sleighing song tonight Jingle bells, jingle bells jingle all the way! O what fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh A day or two ago I thought I'd take a ride And soon Miss Fanny Bright Was seated by my side The horse was lean and lank Misfortune seemed his lot He got into a drifted bank And we, we got upsot Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle all the way! What fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh A day or two ago the story I must tell I went out on the snow And on my back I fell A gent was riding by In a one-horse open sleigh He laughed as there I sprawling lie But quickly drove away Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle all the way! What fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh Now the ground is white Go it while you're young Take the girls tonight And sing this sleighing song Just get a bob-tailed bay two-forty as his speed Hitch him to an open sleigh And crack! you'll take the lead Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells Jingle all the way! What fun it is to ride In a one-horse open sleigh
Samba Mambo Composer(s): Michel Berger Performer(s): France Gall
La samba samba s'en va Quand le mambo mambo est là La samba samba sans toi Je change, je change, je change de pas Tu danses, tu danses dans d'autres bras Je pense, je pense, je pense à toi Immense, immense baraka Tu t'es retournée contre moi
La samba samba s'en va Quand le mambo mambo est là La samba samba sans toi Tu changes, tu changes, peut-être pas
Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la
Tu penches, tu penches vers d'autres voix Tu te balances très loin de moi Immense, immense baraka Je prie, je prie, je prie pour toi
La samba samba s'en va Quand le mambo, mambo est là La samba samba sans toi Je change, je change, je change de pas
Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la
Chacun prend la place de l'autre Et le bonheur des uns fait le malheur des autres
La samba samba s'en va Quand le mambo, mambo est là La samba samba sans toi Tu changes, tu changes, peut-être pas La samba samba s'en va Quand le mambo, mambo est là La samba samba sans toi Tu changes, tu changes, peut-être pas
Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la Tibili-bili pa pa lia la
Jingle Bell Rock
Composer(s): Jim Boothe; Joe Beal
First release by: Bobby Helms - 1957
Covered by multiple other artists
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun Now the jingle hop has begun
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock Jingle bells chime in jingle bell time Dancing and prancing in Jingle Bell Square In the frosty air
What a bright time, it's the right time To rock the night away Jingle bell time is a swell time To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet Jingle around the clock Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet That's the jingle bell That's the jingle bell That's the jingle bell rock
