Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Ingen Regning ((Adapted from: No Charge (by Melba Montgomery) - 1974)) ((French Version: Cadeau (by Marie Laforêt) - 1974)) Composer(s): Harlan Howard - Kurt Thyboe Performer(s): Peter Belli - 1978
Vores lille knægt kom ud til mor i køkkenet en aften, mens hun stod og lavede mad Og han gav hende en lille seddel, han havde skrevet Og da hun havde tørret hænderne i forklædet, tog hun sedlen og læste den, mens jeg lyttede Og her er, hvad der stod
For at slå græsset: 5kr For at rede min seng hele ugen: 6kr For at have gået til købmanden: 2kr For at lege med lillebror, mens du var ude at købe ind: 2kr For at bære skraldespanden ud: 3kr Og for gode karakterer i skolen: 10kr For at gøre rent i gården: 10kr Så alt i alt skylder du mig: 38kr
Mor så lidt på knægten, der stod der og så så forventningsfuld ud Og jeg kunne se, at hun tænkte tilbage på alle de år, som vi havde haft sammen med ham Så tog hun blyanten, vendte sedlen om, og så skrev hun, og jeg læste det for ham
For den tid, jeg bar dig
mens du boede indeni mig: Ingen regning! For de nætter jeg sad hos dig
græd for dig og bad for dig: Ingen regning! For al den tid, al den frygt
du har kostet din mor: Ingen regning! Lille søn, du skal vide, at for min kærlighed til dig
der er der bare ingen regning! For de år, der vil komme
med angst for din fremtid: Ingen regning! Og for alle mine gode råd
og for al min erfaring: Ingen regning! For legetøj, mad og tøj, ja, selv for at snyde din
lille næse der er bare ingen regning, søn! Og læg alt det her sammen
så er min kærlighed til dig bare uden regning!
Da jeg var færdig med at læse op, så havde min lille søn store tårer i øjnene Han så op på sin mor, og han sagde: mor jeg elsker dig så meget! Så tog han blyanten, og med store, skæve bogstaver skrev han
Alt er betalt!
Og til alle jer små venner ude i landet: Husk, at fars og mors kærlighed den koster ikke noget (kor:) Så er min kærlighed til dig bare uden regning!
Marie-Blanche Composer(s): André-Pierre Dousset First performance by: Guy Bonnet - 1970
C'est l'heure où des perles de givre se posent Où chaque feuille se prend pour une rose Quelque part un oiseau chante quelque chose Et Marie-Blanche est à moi
Nous sommes là dans une douce quiétude Nous avons mis fin à notre solitude Nos corps apprennent de tendres habitudes Et Marie-Blanche est à moi
Et Marie-Blanche est à moi, et moi, je l'aime Et Marie-Blanche s'endort près de moi
La neige tombe et le vent lui fait escorte Tous les étangs sont gelés, oui, mais qu'importe À l'hiver nous avons fermé notre porte Et Marie-Blanche est à moi
Et Marie-Blanche est à moi, et moi, je l'aime Et Marie-Blanche s'endort près de moi
Oh, que le temps lui-même tourne ses pages Nous resterons là un siècle ou davantage La ville dort sous l'aile des blancs nuages Et Marie-Blanche est à moi
Je ne veux rien savoir du reste du monde La terre ne m'a jamais semblé aussi ronde Contre mon cur, il y a sa tête blonde Et Marie-Blanche est à moi
Come let me introduce you to the woman who's me Wife Of all me great possessions, she's the biggest in me life There's not a chance I'd lose her, she's too easy to be found She's six foot seven inches and she weighs three hundred pounds
Sure, when I started courtin' her, her figure was a twelve I put me arms around her, but me arms they were too short To take her to the pictures, sure I didn't have the dough To pay for all the seats she'd fill down in the bottom row
Oh, she's six foot seven inches, Boys, let's sing it once again She's got the kind of figure that was mostly meant for men You may talk of Texas giants, who are brawny, big and tall But this six foot seven woman, she'd make midgets of them all
To fit her with the costume, makes the tailors take great pains They have to take her measurements with lengths of Irish chains (land surveying chain in the version I heard)
It takes a room of cloth to make a top of any taste And half an acre more to cover all below her waste
Oh, she's six foot seven inches, Boys, let's sing it once again She's got the kind of figure that was mostly meant for men You may talk of Texas giants, who are brawny, big and tall But this six foot seven woman, she'd make midgets of them all
The mornin' we got married, I can still remember well We went to have our breakfast in the Park House Hotel To fit her through the doorway, sure I knew it was too small She ate so much, to get her out we had to knock the wall
She says our house is much too small, she can't expand her chest She's rather like a cuckoo in a little sparrow's nest If every women grew that size, I'm going to tell you, Boys You might knock all the houses down and build them twice the size
Oh, she's six foot seven inches, Boys, let's sing 'er once again She's got the kind of figure that was mostly meant for men You can talk of Texas giants, who are brawny, big and tall But this six foot seven woman, she'd make midgets of them all
Look For The Silver Lining Composer(s): B.G. DeSylva - Jerome Kern First performance by: Marilyn Miller & Irving Fisher - 1920 Covered by multiple other artists
(Boy) Please don't be offended if I preach to you awhile Tears are out of place in eyes that were meant to smile There's a way to make your very biggest troubles small Here's the happy secret of it all
Look for the silver lining When e'er a cloud appears in the blue Remember some where the sun is shining And so the right thing to do Is make it shine for you
A heart, full of joy and gladness Will always banish sadness and strife So always look for the silver lining And try to find the sunny side of life
(Girl) As I wash my dishes, I'll be following your plan Till I see the brightness in ev'ry pot and pan I am sure your point of view will ease the daily grind So I keep repeating in my mind
(Girl) Look for the silver lining When e'er a cloud appears in the blue Remember some where the sun is shining And so the right thing to do Is make it shine for you
Look Down The Road Composer(s): Skip James First release by: Skip James - 1966 Covered by multiple other artists
Look down that road for what my eyes could see, yeah yeah Yeah yeah, look down the road for what my eyes could see Didn't see nothing belongs to me
I don't want no woman stay out all night long, yeah yeah Yeah, I don't want a woman who stays out all night long I just want one who knows the right from wrong
'Cause 'cause 'cause, I I wouldn't have an old rooster that he can crow for days, yeah yeah yeah Now he can crow for days I just want a little chicken who can lay an egg hey Michael
I don't gotta get no higher blow you people down I don't gotta get no higher to blow you's down I could do it to you with my chin resting on the ground
Mama, hey papa don't you that he swore, ah Papa saw mama and he swore and swore and swore I thought you was good and then it turns out you're just a whore
I look down that road look as far as my eyes can see Yeah yeah, looking for my eyes to see I can't see nothing that ever belonged to me
Look down that road for what my eyes could see, yeah yeah yeah Looking down the road for what my eyes could see I didn't see much that could belong to me
I ain't gotta get no higher to blow you's down I don't gotta get higher to blow you down I could do it to you's and do it sitting on the ground
Look down that road what my eyes could see, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah For what my eyes could see Didn't see much that could ever belong to me
Six Days On The Road (French Version: Six Jours Sur La Route - 1975)
Composer(s): Earl Green; Carl Montgomery First release by: Dave Dudley - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Well, I pulled out of Pittsburgh Rollin' down the Eastern Seaboard I've got my diesel wound up And she's running like never before There's a speed zone ahead, all right I don't see a cop in sight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
I got ten forward gears And a Georgia overdrive I'm taking little white pills And my eyes are open wide I just passed a 'Gimmy' and a 'White' I've been passin' everything in sight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Well, it seems like a month Since I kissed my baby good-bye I could have a lot of women But I'm not like some other guys I could find one to hold me tight But I could never believe that it's right Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
I.C.C. is checking on down the line I'm a little overweight and my log's three days behind But nothing bothers me tonight I can dodge all the scales all right Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Well my rig's a little old But that don't mean she's slow There's a flame from her stack And the smoke's rolling black as coal My hometown's coming in sight If you think I'm happy your right Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight Six days on the road and I'm gonna make it home tonight
Look Before You Leap Composer(s): Dave Clark - Lenny Davidson Performer(s): The Dave Clark Five
You got to look before you leap There's heartaches around every corner You got to look before you leap There's heartaches around every corner Well, one fine day I met this girl She was oh so fine Well she said 'Boy, I'm gonna love love love you For a long long time' Now I said 'Wait... wait... wait... wait...' You got to look before you leap There's heartaches around every corner You got to look before you leap There's heartaches around every corner Well, she said 'Right, I'm gonna prove you're wrong Just you wait and see Now take my hand and look into my eyes And you'll disagree' But I said 'Now, wait... wait.... wait... wait...' You got to look before you leap There's heartaches around every corner You got to look before you leap There's heartaches around every corner Now that she has seen the light It was understood Cause the very next day she walked away with someone else Like I knew she would So I said 'Now, look... look... look... look...' You got to look before you leap, believe me baby There's heartaches around every corner You got to look before you leap, I'm telling you now There's heartaches around every corner So look... look... look before you leap
Sitting On Top Of The World Composer(s): Jem Finer; James Fearnley; Terry Woods Performer(s): The Pogues
Well it's been a long day but I don't like to moan It's the middle of summer and I'm chilled to the bone THere's holes in my shoes where the rain comes in I'm sitting on top of the world
Walking in the shadows of empty office blocks I was talking to a stranger and he's on the rocks Down on the pavement living in a box I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no can't anybody see It's been a bad day and I want a little peace
Oh no won't you please help me I want to lie down but there's no beds free
Down on the corner there's starry eyed preachers Rattling cans and pimping Jesus There's madmen on boxes makig speeches I'm sitting on top of the world
You can't sit in the sunshine or go out after dark There's dogs on the loose acting like sharks There's psychos on the streets burning winos in the park I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no I wish I was gone I want to get going before too long
Oh no I want to leave town But I can't drive my car 'cause they put it in the pound
The masters of industry are killing for oil There's poison in the air the water and the soil We're all turning mutant they're counting up their spoils I'm sitting on top of the world
I turn on the TV and it makes me want to cry There's killing and there's torture there's destruction and there's lies And our leaders talk rubbish and more people die I'm sitting on top of the world
Oh no I can't take anymore I'm shaking all over and my nerves are all raw
Oh no my head's a little sore I want to get out but I can't find the door
Look At Yourself Composer(s): Kenneth William David Hensley First release by: Uriah Heep - 1971
I see you runnin' - don't know what you're runnin' from Nobody's comin' - what'd you do that was so wrong? Look back and turn back - look at yourself Don't be afraid just look at yourself
If you need assistance - or if all you need is love there's no point in hiding - tell me what your frieghtened of You've got a friend just look at yourself Don't be afraid just look at yourself
Look back and turn back - look at yourself Don't be afraid just look at yourself
Sitting On Top Of The World Composer(s): Walter Vinson First release by: Mississippi Sheiks - 1930 Covered by multiple other artists
Was all the summer, and all the fall Just trying to find my little all in all But now she's gone, and I don't worry Lord I'm sitting on top of the world
Was in the spring, one summer day Just when she left me, she's gone to stay But now she's gone, and I don't worry Oh I'm sitting on top of the world
An' you come runnin', holdin' up your hand Can't get me a woman, cranky you can get a man But now you're gone, and now I don't worry Lord I'm sitting on top of the world
Have been days, I didn't know your name Why should I worry or cry in vain But now she's gone, now I don't worry Lord I'm sitting on top of the world
Went to the station, down in the yard Gonna get me a freight train, worked and got to home But now she's gone, and I don't worry Oh I'm sitting on top of the world
The lonesome days, they have gone by Why should you beg me oh say goodbye But now she's gone, and I don't worry Oh cause I'm sitting on top of the world
Look At You Over There, Ripping The Sawdust From My Teddybear
Look At You Over There, Ripping The Sawdust From My Teddybear Performer(s): Alice Cooper
You got your crust Turning my daydreams into dust Oh look at you over there ripping the sawdust from my teddy bear Yeah look at you over there ripping the sawdust from my teddy bear
You're so darn pretty girl I think you know it you was you On Monday morning putting back yakity yak Oh look at you over there ripping the sawdust from my teddy bear Yeah now look at you over there ripping the sawdust from my teddy bear
You take the pebbles from the babies' rattle You make Santa's reindeer look like cattle You take Tinkerbells rust, turn it into sawdust Yeah now look at you over there ripping the sawdust from my teddy bear Yeah look at you over there ripping the sawdust from my teddy bear
You take the pebbles from the babies' rattle You make Santa's reindeer look like cattle You take Tinkerbell's rust turn it into sawdust You got your crust Turning my daydreams into dust
Yeah now look at you over there ripping the sawdust from my teddy bear Yeah now look at you over there ripping the sawdust from my teddy bear Look at you over there, Look at you over there Look at you over there, Look at you over there Look at you over there, Look at you over there Yeah look at you over there, Look at you over there, Look at you over there
Look at you over there, Look at you over there Over there, over there, over there, over there My poor teddy bear, teddy bear, teddy bear, teddy bear
Retour Composer(s): Henri Dès First performance by: Henri Dès - 1970
Toi qui m'attends au moins toutes les nuits Et moi qui prends le train pour l'Italie J'y resterai dix jours, ni trop long ni trop court C'est un peu loin, je sais, mais tiens-toi bien À mon retour, j'aurai, dans un écrin Les photographies de mes p'tites amies Et l'Italie vaudra bien quelques nuits
Pa pa ba pa pa pa... pa pa ba pa pa... Pa pa pa pa pa... pa pa pa ba pa pa... Pa pa pa pa pa pa... pa pa ba pa pa... Pa pa pa pa pa... pa pa pa ba pa pa...
Toi qui as l'âme sur mieux qu'une sur Et moi qui joue carreau avec ton cur Je me fais l'affaire, pour les Angleterres C'est un peu loin, je sais, mais tiens-toi bien À mon retour, j'aurai, dans un écrin Deux-trois galipettes et quelques bouclettes Et ta douleur vaudra bien mon ardeur
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Toi qui donnes l'amour mieux qu'une mère Et moi qui fais le sourd, comme on prend l'air J'pars à la conquête de toutes les minettes Ça n'est pas rien, je sais, mais tiens-toi bien À mon retour, j'aurai, dans un écrin Une grande expérience, tu peux m'faire confiance Et notre amour vaudra bien un détour
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Toi qui fermes les yeux sur mon absence Toi qui parles si peu, toi la clémence Je sais qu'entre toutes, au bout de mes routes Je garderai pour toi, au fond du cur Une place de choix, comme une fleur Et puis une bagouse, qui f'ra des jalouses Et ton amour vaudra bien mon retour
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