Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Sauf Le Respect Que Je Vous Dois Composer(s): Georges Brassens Performer(s): Georges Brassens
Si vous y tenez tant parlez-moi des affaires publiques Encor que ce sujet me rende un peu mélancolique Parlez-m'en toujours je n'vous en tiendrai pas rigueur Parlez-moi d'amour et j'vous fous mon poing sur la gueule Sauf le respect que je vous dois
Fi des chantres bêlant qui taquine la muse érotique Des poètes galants qui lèchent le cul d'Aphrodite Des auteurs courtois qui vont en se frappant le cur Parlez-moi d'amour et j'vous fous mon poing sur la gueule Sauf le respect que je vous dois
Naguère mes idées reposaient sur la non-violence Mon agressivité je l'avait réduite au silence Mais tout tourne court ma compagne était une gueuse Parlez-moi d'amour et j'vous fous mon poing sur la gueule Sauf le respect que je vous dois
Ancienne enfant trouvée n'ayant connu père ni mère Coiffée d'un chap'ron rouge ell' s'en fut ironie amère Porter soi-disant une galette à son aïeule Parlez-moi d'amour et j'vous fous mon poing sur la gueule Sauf le respect que je vous dois
Je l'attendis un soir je l'attendis jusqu'à l'aurore Je l'attendis un an pour peu je l'attendrais encore Un loup de rencontré aura séduite cette gueuse Parlez-moi d'amour et j'vous fous mon poing sur la gueule Sauf le respect que je vous dois
Cupidon ce salaud reste chez lui qui n'est pas rare Avais trempé sa flèche un petit peu dans le curare Le philtre magique avait tout du bouillon d'onze heures Parlez-moi d'amour et j'vous fous mon poing sur la gueule Sauf le respect que je vous dois
Ainsi qu'il est fréquent sous la blancheur de ses pétales La marguerite cachait une tarentule un crotale Une vraie vipère à la fois lubrique et visqueuse Parlez-moi d'amour et j'vous fous mon poing sur la gueule Sauf le respect que je vous dois
Que le septième ciel sur ma pauvre tête retombe Lorsque le désespoir m'aura mis au bord de la tombe Cet ultime discours s'exhalera de mon linceul Parlez-moi d'amour et j'vous fous mon poing sur la gueule Sauf le respect que je vous dois
Noël Au Camp Composer(s): Tex Lecor; Eric Nico Performer(s): Tex Lecor
Onze heures, pis aujourd'hui, ben c'est Noël Pis pour moé, ben c'est mon dix-huitième J'ai passé la journée à regarder dehors Pis ça fait trois jours qui neige ben raide Pis que les chemins sont bloqués ben dur
Avant-hier, on a reçu des cartes Pis on a passé la soirée A regarder les images qui avait dessus Moé, j'suis pas pire J'en ai cinq d'accroché sur mon mur au-dessus de mon buck J'en ai même une qui est faite à main C'est d'mon père C'est un artiste mon père Y a jamais été à l'école pour apprendre ça C'est comme un don Y'é capable de dessiner tout c'qu'y voit Excepté ma mère Y dit qu'est trop belle, pis qu'y a jamais voulu essayer
Hé Rosaire, quelle heure qu'y est? Minuit dans vingt Merci ben
Ça doit être noir de monde sur le perron de l'église Mon oncle Papou doit être nerveux là C'est lui qui chante le "Minuit Chrétiens" dans notre paroisse Cré Papou, y doit tanker dur là lui
Ma tête me tourne un petit brin C'est que j'ai quasiment bu le 26 onces à Rosaire En écoutant les cnatiques à la radio Ça pas dérougi de la journée Non, mais c'est-y beau de la musique de Noël
C'est ben pour dire On a beau pus être un enfant Pis être capable de faire face à la vie Pis, en ce moment, ben J'ai comme des boules dans gorge Pis si c'était pas de ce maudit orgueil Ben j'cré ben que j'braillerais
Ah, c'est une grande chose pareil Un p'tit enfant vient au monde Pis toute la terre le sait Ti-Jésus, même nous autres icitte dans l'bois Qui te blasphème à grande journée Tu sais que c'est pas pour mal faire On a appris à sacrer avant de marcher C'est pas pour être méchant Ti-Jésus Toé, tu nous connais icitte Les gars de bois, tu l'sais
Hé les gars, vous êtes ben tranquilles? Sept, huit, neuf, dix, onze, douze Joyeux Noël tout le monde!!!!!!!!
Il est né le divin enfant Jouez hautbois, résonnez musettes Il est né le divin enfant Chantons tous son avènement ....
Saturne Composer(s): Georges Brassens First release by: Georges Brassens - 1963 Covered by multiple other artists
Titles In Other Languages: 1985 - Saturn 2004 - Saturno
Il est morne, il est taciturne Il préside aux choses du temps Il porte un joli nom, Saturne Mais c'est Dieu fort inquiétant Il porte un joli nom, Saturne Mais c'est Dieu fort inquiétant
En allant son chemin, morose Pour se désennuyer un peu Il joue à bousculer les roses Le temps tue le temps comme il peut Il joue à bousculer les roses Le temps tue le temps comme il peut
Cette saison, c'est toi, ma belle Qui a fait les frais de son jeu Toi qui a dû payer la gabelle Un grain de sel dans tes cheveux Toi qui a dû payer la gabelle Un grain de sel dans tes cheveux
C'est pas vilain, les fleurs d'automne Et tous les poètes l'ont dit Je regarde et je donne Mon billet qu'ils n'ont pas menti Je regarde et je donne Mon billet qu'ils n'ont pas menti
Viens encore, viens ma favorite Descendons ensemble au jardin Viens effeuiller la marguerite De l'été de la Saint-Martin Viens effeuiller la marguerite De l'été de la Saint-Martin
Je sais par cur toutes tes grâces Et pour me les faire oublier Il faudra que Saturne en fasse Des tours d'horloge, de sablier Et la petite pisseuse d'en face Peut bien aller se rhabiller...
Noël À Paris
(English Version: A Very Private Christmas)
Composer(s): Jacques Plante; Dee Shipman; Charles Aznavour
Performer(s): Charles Aznavour; Laura Fygi
C'est Noël chéri Et nous sommes à Paris C'est Noël chéri Et tous ceux que nous aimons sont loin Bien loin d'ici Étrange fête Sans nos enfants sans nos parents Sans nos amis Ce soir nous souperons en tête à tête Ma chéri
C'est Noël mon coeur Et nous sommes à l'hôtel Moi le voyageur Moi le nomade éternel Toujours tombant du ciel Et que m'importe Seule avec toi je suis heureuse Au coin du feu Tous les sapins du monde tu les portes Dans tes yeux
Restons ici, n'allons pas à l'église J'ai fait dresser la table pour dîner La chambre est tout encombrée de valises Mais il faut peu de place pour s'aimer
C'est Noël chéri Et nous voici réunis Dans Paris tout gris Tout maussade et tout contrit Sans neige et sous la pluie Dieu me pardonne Nous connaîtrons des réveillons plus solennels Ce soir embrassons-nous car minuit sonne C'est Noël
Saturday's Child Composer(s): David Gates Performer(s): The Monkees; Herman's Hermits; The Palace Guard
Monday had a sad child Always feeling low down Tuesday had a dream child She's always on the go So I'm in love with Saturday's child
Every time you take her out at night (She drives me wild) You want to kiss and hold her way up tight (Gonna spend my time) You can tell the future's looking bright (Making sure that Saturday's child is mine)
If you love a Wednesday You live your life apart now And if you love a Thursday She's gonna break your heart So I'm in love with Saturday's Child
Every time you hold her close you'll see (She drives me wild) You can feel the thrill that's gonna be (Gonna spend my time) Now the future has a guarantee (Making sure that Saturday's child is mine)
Seven days of the week made to choose from But only one is right for me I know that Saturday's got what it takes, babe I can tell by the way she looks at me
Friday likes the good life She'll take you for a ride now And Sunday makes a good wife She wants to be your bride So I'm in love with Saturday's child
Noël À Jérusalem Composer(s): Jacques Demarny; Enrico Macias Performer(s): Enrico Macias; Mario Pelchat
Noël à Jérusalem Près d'un mur que l'on croyait perdu Un homme à genoux est là, il pleure à côté de moi Et lève les yeux en remerciant le ciel
Noël à Jérusalem Les pieds nus aux portes des mosquées Ils sont des milliers qui viennent pour y déposer leurs peines Le visage à terre jusqu'à la nuit tombée
Ces mains qui prient au même instant ici N'ont-elles pas la même ferveur Les hommes auraient-ils oubliés aussi Que c'est Dieu qui fait battre leur cur
Noël à Jérusalem C'est aussi l'enfant de Bethléem Et le pèlerin guidé par l'étoile du berger Cherche la maison de sa nativité
Noël à Jérusalem C'est le monde au pied de l'éternel Qui vient implorer son nom et lui demander pardon De s'être égaré loin des chemins du ciel
Pourtant il suffirait de voir un jour S'élever dans une prière Le cur de trois hommes éperdus d'amour Pour changer la face de la terre
Noël à Jérusalem Près d'un mur que l'on a retrouvé Un homme à genoux m'a dit : Tout est changé dans ma vie Car Jérusalem est de nouveau sur terre
La première ville bénie À qui le Seigneur a dit Je ferai ici mon plus merveilleux Noël À Jérusalem
Saturday Satan, Sunday Saint Composer(s): Wayne Walker Performer(s): Ernest Tubb; Blackstone Valley Sinners
Saturday Satan, Sunday Saint Fooling your neighbor Thats what you think Reading the good book Singing the hymns Come Monday morning and it's back to a life of sin
O brother Brown All weak he steals Tells everyone His big business deals The Deacon walks by A dollar hits the plate Trying to buy himself a ticket to the Pearly Gate
O sister Rose On the very first row Been a sittin right there Twenty years or so Never hears a word When the preacher speaks Too busy talking about the bad girl down the street
Saturday Satan, Sunday Saint Fooling your neighbor Thats what you think Reading the good book Singing the hymns Come Monday morning and it's back to a life of sin
This little song Holds good advice Though some people may Think it aint too nice Well if you're one Whos wearin the shoes Well there's somebody watching and he aint no bodys fool
Saturday Satan, Sunday Saint Fooling your neighbor Thats what you think Reading the good book Singing the hymns Come Monday morning and it's back to a life of sin Come Monday morning and it's back to a life of sin
Noël Composer(s): Jean Albertini; Jacques Denjean Performer(s): Christophe
Un beau soir de Noël Aujourd'hui moi je me souviens Je me souviens d'un beau soir de Noël J'étais tout seul je regardais le ciel Et c'est alors que dans la nuit tombée Le Père Noël je l'avais rencontré
Je me souviens d'un beau soir de Noël Il faisait froid, la nuit était si belle Et doucement en s'approchant de moi Le Père Noël m'avait tendu les bras J'aurais aimé ce soir Lui dire tous mes espoirs Mais soudain dans la nuit il est parti
Je me souviens d'un beau soir de Noël Où j'ai rêvé que la vie était belle Mais aujourd'hui je ne veux plus pleurer O Père Noël je veux encore rêver
Saturday Night's Alright (For Fighting) Composer(s): Elton John; Bernie Taupin First release by: Elton John - 1973 Covered by multiple other artists
It's getting late have you seen my mates Ma tell me when the boys get here It's seven o'clock and I want to rock Want to get a belly full of beer
My old man's drunker than a barrel full of monkeys And my old lady she don't care My sister looks cute in her braces and boots A handful of grease in her hair
Don't give us none of your aggravation We had it with your discipline Saturday night's alright for fighting Get a little action in
Get about as oiled as a diesel train Gonna set this dance alight `Cause Saturday night's the night I like Saturday night's alright alright alright
Well they're packed pretty tight in here tonight I'm looking for a dolly who'll see me right I may use a little muscle to get what I need I may sink a little drink and shout out "She's with me!"
A couple of the sounds that I really like Are the sounds of a switchblade and a motorbike I'm a juvenile product of the working class Whose best friend floats in the bottom of a glass
Noche De Paz, Noche De Fe (Traditional) Performer(s): Raphael
Noche de paz, noche de fe El portal que hay en belen Suenan canticos llenos de amor Dulces canticos al redentor Que esta noche nacio Y es mas hermoso que el sol
Noche de paz, noche de amor Todo duerme en derredor Y entre sus astros que esparcen su luz Ella anunciando al niñito jesus Brilla la estrella de paz
Noche de paz, noche de fe Ha nacido alla en belen Los arcangeles vienen tambien Van cantando alabanzas a dios Ha nacido en belen Porque es el hijo de dios
Saturday Night, Sunday Morning Composer(s): Mitchell Elliot Botler; Norma Helms Performer(s): Thelma Houston and multiple other artists
We're fooled by first impressions They're not always true You thought that I was made out of ice But I caught on fire with you
I sparkled for a moment Then I flickered out I couldn't feel the flame any more But darlin' I'm feelin it now
Took such a long time to convince me You could fill that empty space But Saturday night is shining On my Sunday morning face Saturday night is shining On my Sunday morning face
Sunlight is streaming Thru the open window While you're dreaming in my arms Took such a long time to convince me You could fill that empty space But Saturday night is shining On my Sunday morning face Saturday night is shining
This is the real thing Look at me beaming with love Saturday night is shining On my Sunday morning face
Saturday Night Special Composer(s): Ed King; Ronnie Van Zant First release by: Lynyrd Skynyrd - 1975 Covered by multiple other artists
Two feets they come a creepin' Like a black cat do And two bodies are lyin' naked Creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house, yeah And unlocks the door And while a man reaching for his trousers Shoots him full of .38 holes
It's a Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole
Big Jim's been drinkin' whiskey And playing poker on a losin' night Pretty soon, Big Jim starts a thinkin' Somebody been cheatin' and lyin' So Big Jim commences to fightin' I wouldn't tell you no lie And Big Jim done grab his pistol Shot his friend right between the eyes
It's a Saturday night special Got a barrel that's blue and cold Ain't no good for nothin' But put a man six feet in a hole
Hand guns are made for killin' Ain't no good for nothin' else And if you like your whiskey You might even shoot yourself So why don't we dump 'em people To the bottom of the sea Before some fool come around here Wanna shoot either you or me
She'd Rather Be With Me (Italian Version: Torna A Casa Ragazzina Beat) Composer(s): Garry Bonner; Alan Gordon Performer(s): The Turtles - 1967
Some girls love to run around Like to handle everything they see But my girl has more fun around And you know she'd rather be with me
Me-oh-my, lucky guy is what I am Tell you why you'll understand She don't fly although she can
Some boys love to run around They don't think about the things they do But this boy wants to settle down And you know he'd rather be with you
Me-oh-my, lucky guy is what I am Tell you why you'll understand She don't fly although she can
Ba ba ba ba ba-ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba-ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba-ba ba Ba ba ba ba ba-ba ba
Some girls love to run around Like to handle everything they see But my girl has more fun around And you know she'd rather be with Yes she'd rather be with
Saturday Night Fish Fry Composer(s): Louis Jordan; Ellis Walsh First release by: Louis Jordan - 1949 Covered by multiple other artists
If you've ever been down to New Orleans Then you can understand just what I mean All through the week it's as quiet as a mouse But on Saturday night they go from house to house
You don't have to pay when you only mention If you're a cook or a waiter or a good musician If you just happen to be passing by Stop in at the Saturday night fish fry
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
Now my buddy and me was on the bandstand Fooling around, just me and him We decided we could use something to eat So we went to a house on Rampart Street
We knocked on the door and it opened with ease A light-skinned miss said 'Come in, please' Before we could even bat an eye We was right in the middle of a big fish fry
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
Now the woman was screaming and jumping and yelling The bottles were flying and the fish were smelling From way up above all the noise they made Somebody hollered 'Better get outta here, this is a raid'
I didn't know we were breaking the law Somebody reached over and hit me on the jaw They had locked up from the front and the back Putting them in the wagon like potato sacks
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
I knew I could away if I had the chance But I was shaking like I had St. Vitus' Dance I tried to crawl under a bathtub A policeman said 'Hey, now where you going, bud?'
They got us outta there like a house on fire And put us all in that black mariah They might of missed one or two But they got both me and my buddy too
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
Well we headed for jail in a dazed condition They booked each one of us on suspicion My chick came down and she went my bail Finally got me outta that rotten jail
If you ever wanna go get a fist in your eye Just mention a Saturday night fish fry I don't care how many fish in the sea Don't ever mention a fish to me
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
It was rocking, it was rocking You never seen such scuffling and shuffling 'Til the break of dawn
New Year's Eve 1999 Composer(s): Gretchen Peters Performer(s): Alabama; Eric Hancock
Baby, let's make a date for a night on the town How does the turn of the century sound I guarantee that we'll have a good time New Year's Eve Nineteen-Ninety-Nine
I know it sounds a bit premature But I'm askin' you now 'cause I want to be sure Do you have anything else in mind New Year's Eve Nineteen-Ninety-Nine
We'll drink pink champagne from a plastic cup Dance all night 'til the sun comes up We'll say it's been a pretty good century Except for that weekend in Ninety-Three
Then we'll go home to our warm winter bed Tuck in the kids with a kiss on the head And sing one more chorus of Auld Lang Syne New Year's Eve Nineteen-Ninety-Nine
I'll be your sweetheart if you'll be mine New Year's Eve Nineteen-Ninety-Nine New Year's Eve Nineteen-Ninety-Nine
I'm Gonna Love You Composer(s): Peter Criss; Stan Penridge Performer(s): Kiss
Don't let me find you Sleepin' with another man Say you're gonna be true And stay and love me like you can
'Cause I really love you and it's true, yeah man I'm gonna love you, rain or come shine
Honey, won't you tell me You don't want nobody else Don't you tear my heart out And lay it on your shelf
'Cause I really love you and it's true I'm gonna love you, rain or come shine
And I'm gonna love you (gonna love you) Rain or come shine (rain or come shine) You know you're gonna find me (gonna find me) Around you all the time(time)
'Cause I really love you and it's true I'm gonna love you, rain or come shine
New Year's Day
Composer(s): Bono; The Edge; Adam Clayton; Larry Mullen
First release by: U2 - 1983
Covered by multiple other artists
Yeah...
All is quiet on New Year's Day A world in white gets underway I want to be with you Be with you night and day Nothing changes on New Year's Day On New Year's Day
I will be with you again I will be with you again
Under a blood red sky A crowd has gathered in black and white Arms entwined, the chosen few The newspapers says, says Say it's true it's true... And we can break through Though torn in two We can be one
I...I will begin again I...I will begin again
Oh... Maybe the time is right Oh...maybe tonight...
I will be with you again I will be with you again
And so we're told this is the golden age And gold is the reason for the wars we wage Though I want to be with you Be with you night and day Nothing changes On New Year's Day On New Year's Day
Saturday In The Park Composer(s): Robert Lamm Performer(s): Chicago - 1972
Saturday in the park I think it was the Fourth of July Saturday in the park I think it was the Fourth of July People dancing, people laughing A man selling ice cream Singing Italian songs
Can you dig it (yes, I can) And I've been waiting such a long time For Saturday
Saturday in the park You'd think it was the Fourth of July Saturday in the park You'd think it was the Fourth of July People talking, really smiling A man playing guitar Singing for us all Will you help him change the world Can you dig it (yes, I can) And I've been waiting such a long time For today
Slow motion riders fly the colours of the day A bronze man still can tell stories his own way listen children all is not lost all is not lost
Funny days in the park Every day's the Fourth of July Funny days in the park Every day's the Fourth of July People reaching, people touching A real celebration Waiting for us all If we want it, really want it Can you dig it (yes, I can) And I've been waiting such a long time For the day
