Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Smokey Mountain Rain Composer(s): Kye Fleming; Dennis Morgan Performer(s): Ronnie Milsap; T.G. Sheppard
I found my way from LA back to Knoxville I found out those bright lights aint where I belong From a phone booth in the rain I called to tell her I've had a change of dreams I'm comin' home But tears filled my eyes when I found out she was gone
Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin' I keep on callin' her name Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin' I can't go on hurtin' this way She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain
I waved a diesel down outside of Cathey He said that he was goin' as far a Catlenburgh I climbed up in the cab all wet and cold and lonely I wiped my eyes and told him about her I've got to find her! Can you make these big wheels burn?
Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin' I keep on callin' her name Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin' I can't go on hurtin' this way She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain
I can't blame her for lettin' go A woman needs someone warm to hold I feel the rain runnin' down my face I'll find her no matter what it takes!
Smokey Mountain rain keeps on fallin' I keep on callin' her name Smokey Mountain rain I'll keep on searchin' I can't go on hurtin' this way She's somewhere in the Smokey Mountain rain
Poète, Vos Papiers! Composer(s): Léo Ferré Performer(s): Léo Ferré
Bipède volupteur de lyre Epoux châtré de Polymnie Vérolé de lune à confire Grand-Duc bouillon des librairies Maroufle à pendre à l'hexamètre Voyou décliné chez les Grecs Albatros à chaîne et à guêtres Cigale qui claque du bec
Poète, vos papiers! Poète, vos papiers!
J'ai bu du Waterman et j'ai bouffé Littré Et je repousse du goulot de la syntaxe A faire se pâmer les précieux à l'arrêt La phrase m'a poussé au ventre comme un axe
J'ai fait un bail de trois six neuf aux adjectifs Qui viennent se dorer le mou à ma lanterne Et j'ai joué au casino les subjonctifs La chemise à Claudel et les cons dits "modernes"
Syndiqué de la solitude Museau qui dévore du couic Sédentaire des longitudes Phosphaté des dieux chair à flic Colis en souffrance à la veine Remords de la Légion d'honneur Tumeur de la fonction urbaine Don Quichotte du crève-cur
Poète, vos papiers! Poète, Papier!
Le dictionnaire et le porto à découvert Je débourre des mots à longueur de pelure J'ai des idées au frais de côté pour l'hiver A rimer le bifteck avec les engelures
Cependant que Tzara enfourche le bidet A l'auberge dada la crotte est littéraire Le vers est libre enfin et la rime en congé On va pouvoir poétiser le prolétaire
Spécialiste de la mistoufle Emigrant qui pisse aux visas Aventurier de la pantoufle Sous la table du Nirvana Meurt-de-faim qui plane à la Une Ecrivain public des croquants Anonyme qui s'entribune A la barbe des continents
Poète, vos papiers! Poète, documenti!
Littérature obscène inventée à la nuit Onanisme torché au papier de Hollande Il y a partouze à l'hémistiche mes amis Et que m'importe alors Jean Genet que tu bandes
La poétique libérée c'est du bidon Poète prends ton vers et fous-lui une trempe Mets-lui les fers aux pieds et la rime au balcon Et ta muse sera sapée comme une vamp
Citoyen qui sent de la tête Papa gâteau de l'alphabet Maquereau de la clarinette Graine qui pousse des gibets Châssis rouillé sous les démences Corridor pourri de l'ennui Hygiéniste de la romance Rédempteur falot des lundis
Poète, vos papiers! Poète, salti!
Que l'image soit rogue et l'épithète au poil La césure sournoise certes mais correcte Tu peux vêtir ta Muse ou la laisser à poil L'important est ce que ton ventre lui injecte
Ses seins oblitérés par ton verbe arlequin Gonfleront goulûment la voile aux devantures Solidement gainée ta lyrique putain Tu pourras la sortir dans la Littérature
Ventre affamé qui tend l'oreille Maraudeur aux bras déployés Pollen au rabais pour abeille Tête de mort rasée de frais Rampant de service aux étoiles Pouacre qui fait dans le quatrain Masturbé qui vide sa moelle A la devanture du coin
Smokey Mountain Boy Composer(s): Lenore Rosenblatt; Victor Millrose Performer(s): Elvis Presley
I'm just a Smokey mountain boy Come back to the hills I love Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind And the deep blue sky above
The closer and closer I get to home The more excited I am Those were the mornings I'd roll out of bed Start the day off with a hot corn bread Smothered in huckleberry jam
I'm just a Smokey mountain boy Come back to the hills I love Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind And the deep blue sky above
I can almost hear the hounds running through the woods Close on the trail of the hare How I long to be with them following the hounds a-huntin' again Gettin' me a big old grizzly bear
I'm just a Smokey mountain boy Come back to the hills I love Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind And the deep blue sky above
I traveled around and met lots of girls No matter how many I see I left some pretty ones behind I know back home is where I'll find The girl whose love is meant for me
I'm just a Smokey mountain boy Come back to the hills I love Where the tops of pine all bend in the wind And the deep blue sky above
Poète, les oiseaux se sont tus et elle a disparu comme un bateau en mer Poète, toi qui sais de ta plume chasser même la brume dis-moi ce qu'il faut faire Poète, dis-moi les mots qu'il faut lui dire pour qu'elle revienne pour lui dire que je l'aime Poète, si tu ne m'aides pas, mon amour s'en ira les mots souffle-les moi
Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots Fais-moi Victor Hugo, fais-moi Rimbaud Aide-moi, je t'en supplie, elle est ma vie Les mots pour la reprendre, je veux les apprendre
Poète, aide-moi ou je sombre, je vis dans la pénombre lorsque je suis loin d'elle Poète, Prestidigitateur, ton métier de parleur, donne m'en les ficelles Poète, Donne-moi du talent pour dompter l'ouragan qui ravage nos têtes Poète, il n'y a que toi qui peut sécher les larmes aux yeux de la fille que j'aime
Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots Fais-moi Victor Hugo, fais-moi Rimbaud Aide-moi, je t'en supplie, elle est ma vie Les mots pour la reprendre, je veux les apprendre Poète, use de ta magie, souffle-moi de je t'en prie des mots choisis Je suis perdu sans toi, oh aide-moi Les mots qu'elle veut entendre, je veux les apprendre
Poète, souffle-moi quelques mots
Poète: Dis-lui qu'elle est ta voile Dis-lui qu'elle est ton gouvernail Dis-lui que tu seras son matelot Où qu'elle soit, où qu'elle aille Parle-lui d'émotions Parle-lui de tendresse Dis-lui qu'elle est ta maison Et ta dernière adresse
Poète, la magie de tes mots, l'ont fait fondre en sanglot et elle est revenue
Toi, La Musique Et Moi Composer(s): Gilbert Sinoué; Georges Costa; R. Guitton First performance by: Mary Cristy - 1976
Et Paris se déchire sous la pluie Et Paris se déchire dans tes yeux Dans ta chambre là-haut tu t'ennuies Tu t'endors comme un clown malheureux
Laisse là ces rues mouillées Et ces gens toujours pressés Laisse là ton désespoir et suis-moi
Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un autre univers à fleur de ciel Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un monde nouveau, presque irréel
Imagine une ville au soleil Imagine le retour d'un amour Le sourire d'un enfant qui s'éveille Une page dans le petit jour
Mon amour, prends-moi la main Dès demain, nous serons un N'aie plus peur, n'hésite pas et suis-moi
Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un autre univers à fleur de ciel Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un monde nouveau, presque irréel
Nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un autre univers à fleur de ciel Si tu veux, nous vivrons - toi, la musique et moi Oui, simplement toi, la musique et moi Dans un monde nouveau, presque irréel
Poesia Composer(s): P. Casella; Riccardo Cocciante; Marco Luberti Performer(s): Riccardo Cocciante; and various other artists
Poesia poesia sembra che non ci sia poi ritorni per caso a quand'eri bambina e tu tu correvi cantando sorridevi per niente e potevi volare e tutto questo era poesia
Poesia poesia sembra che non ci sia poi ti prende la mano e ti porta lontano con lui e non sei più bambina non sorridi per niente scopri di essere donna e tutto questo è poesia
Poesia poesia sembra che non ci sia poi ti svegli una notte e vorresti parlare con lui Ti dovresti spiegare e non sai cosa dire che è finito l'amore ma in fondo anche questo è poesia
Smokey Composer(s): George Clinton; Gary Shider Performer(s): Funkadelic
Mmm-hmm, looking back at you
Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you (x2)
A-ha-ha-hey, Smokey, when I speak your name Ah, Smokey, you do something to my brain Hey, Smokey, I'm like a dog on your chain Smokey baby, you got me singing this sweet refrain
Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot I miss you (x2)
Hold on, Smokey, baby, I love you Hold on, Smokey, baby, I can feel you go Ah, hold on, Smokey baby Smokey baby, you got me playing this sweet refrain
Smokey baby, you got me playing this sweet refrain
Looking back at you I've lost a lot You've got a lot Miss you a lot Whoa-whoa-whoa whoa whoa-whoa (x15)
refr.: Poen, poen, poen, poen De een zegt geld, de ander money, maar wij zeggen poen Poen, poen, poen, poen 't Zal je gedacht zijn wat je allemaal met poen ken doen Je hoort vaak zeggen dat geluk niet zo te koop is Maar geld doet wonderen en vooral als 't een hoop is Poen, poen, poen, poen Poen, poen, poen, poen, poen poen
Een duppie is een beissie, een kwartje is een heitje Een gulden is een piek en een rijksdaalder heet een knaak Een tientje is een joetje, vijfentwintig is een geeltje Maar hoe heet nou een lap van honderd gulden, meier, raak
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Een jongen is een gozer, een meissie is een grietje Ze doft zich lekker op wanneer ze aan de scharrel gaat Een kleurtje op d're waffel, wat poeier op d'r snufferd D'r gozer zegt verliefd: "Nou ben je net een pijpie kruit"
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Je hoort vaak zeggen dat geluk niet zo te koop is Maar geld doet wonderen en vooral als 't een hoop is Poen, poen, poen, poen Poen, poen, poen, poen, poen poen
Smoke Rings Composer(s): Gene Gifford Performer(s): The Mills Brothers
Tell me where do they go These smoke rings I blow each night? What do they do these circles of blue and white? And why do they seem to picture a dream of love? Why do they fade my phantom parade of love?
Where do they end, the smoke rings I send on high? Where are they hurled when they've kissed the world good-bye? Oh, I'd give my life to laugh at this stife below I'd be a king, I'd follow each ring I blow
Puff, puff, puff, puff your cares away Puff, puff, puff night and day Blow, blow them through the air, silky little rings Blow, blow them ev'rywhere, give your troubles wings
What do they tell and what is the spell they cast? Some of them fall and seem to recall the past But most of them rise away to the skies of blue Oh, little smoke rings I love Please take me above, take me with you
Poems, Prayers And Promises Composer(s): John Denver Performer(s): John Denver; and various other artists
I've been lately thinking about my life's time All the things I've done and how it's been And I can't help believin' in my own mind I know I'm gonna hate to see it end I've seen a lot of sunshine, slept out in the rain Spent a night or two all on my own I've known my lady's pleasures had myself some friends Spent a time or two in my own home
I have to say it now it's been a good life, all in all It's really fine to have a chance to hang around Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire While all my friends and my old lady, sit and pass a pipe around (alt- sit and watch the sun go down) And talk of poems and prayers and promises And things that we believe in How sweet it is to love someone How right it is to care How long it's been since yesterday What about tomorrow and what about our dreams And all the memories we share
Days they pass so quickly now, the nights are seldom long Time around me whispers when it's cold The changes somehow frightens me, still I have to smile It turns me on to think of growing old Although my life's been good to me, there's still so much to do So many things my mind has never known I'd like to raise a family, I'd like to sail away And dance across the mountains on the moon
I have to say it now it's been a good life, all in all It's really fine to have a chance to hang around Lie there by the fire and watch the evening tire While all my friends and my old lady, sit and pass a pipe around (alt.: sit and watch the world turn 'round) And talk of poems and prayers and promises And things that we believe in How sweet it is to love someone How right it is to care How long it's been since yesterday What about tomorrow and what about our dreams And all the memories we share
Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette) (French Version: Fume Cette Cigarette - 1974) Composer(s): Merle Travis; Tex Williams First release by: Tex Williams - 1947 Covered by multiple other artists
Now I'm a fellow with a heart of gold And the ways of a gentleman I've been told Kind-of-a-guy that wouldn't even harm a flea
But if me and a certain character met The guy that invented that cigarette I'd murder that son-of-a gun in the first degree
It ain't cuz I don't smoke 'em myself and i don't reckon that it'll hinder your health I smoked 'em all my life and I ain't dead yet
But nicotine slaves are all the same at a pettin' party or a poker game Everything gotta stop while they have a cigarette
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death
Tell St. Peter at the Golden Gate That you hate to make him wait But you just gotta have another cigarette
In a game of chance the other night Old dame fortune was good and right The kings and queens they kept on comin' around
Aw, I was hittin' em good and bettin' 'em high But my bluff didn't work on a certain guy He kept callin' and layin' his money down
See, he'd raise me then I'd raise him and I'd say to him buddy ya gotta sink or swim Finally called me but didn't raise the bet!
-- Hmmph! I said Aces Full Pal -- I got you! He said, "I'll pay up in a minute or two But right now, i just gotta have another cigarette"
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death
Now the other night I had a date with the cutest little gal in any state A high-bred, uptown, fancy little dame
She said she loved me and it seemd to me That things were sorta like they oughtta be So hand in hand we strolled down lovers lane
She was a long way from a chunk of ice And our pettin' party was goin' real nice And I got an idea I might have been there yet
So I give her a kiss and a little squeeze Then she said, "Travis, Excuse me Please But I just gotta have a cigarette"
Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette Puff, puff, puff until you smoke yourself to death
Canto este poema por tu amor y es un cielo que se desprendió y ha echado a andar Mi soledad irá por vos y llamará con triste voz Lydia susurrará la brisa por el ventanal y temblará tu corazón al recordar ya que solo supe serle fiel al regazo tibio de tu piel Quiero arañar la tempestad quiero saber si el colmenar aún da su miel Lydia susurrará la brisa por el ventanal y temblará tu corazón al recordar
À l'école quand j'étais petit Les grands se cachaient sous leur lit Pour fumer en cachette une cigarette Ils se faufilaient Sans un bruit À la faveur de la nuit Certains d'entre eux fumaient dans les toilettes Le privilège qu'ils m'accordaient C'est moi, le petit, qui craquait Une allumette pour leur cigarette
Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette Et j'entends leur voix me dire Elle revient en souvenir Pour devenir un homme Fume cette cigarette
La surveillante des cours du soir M'a entraîné dans le parloir Je n'ai pas l'impression d'être à la fête Elle dit qu'il faut me rattraper Qu' j'ai besoin d cours particuliers Qu'elle a toujours maté les fortes têtes Elle m'a reçu dans son peignoir M'a demandé si j' voulais boire Et tendu un paquet de cigarettes
Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette Et j'entends sa voix me dire Elles reviennent en souvenir Pour devenir un homme Fume cette cigarette Mais j'ai vraiment fumé plus tard Lorsque j'ai vu Humphrey Bogart Pincer entre ses lèvres une cigarette Identifié à ce héros Je marchais en courbant le dos Je me prenais pour un roi du racket Je n'ai connu que des déboires Je rentrais en toussant le soir Sans la moindre féminine conquête
Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette Et j'entends des voix me dire Elles reviennent en souvenir Pour devenir un homme Fume cette cigarette
Il m'arrive souvent de fumer Des choses plus ou moins bien roulées Qui n' ressemblent pas toujours aux cigarettes Je n'ai rien compris et rien vu Mais un homme je suis devenu Accroché pour toujours aux cigarettes
Fume, fume, fume cette cigarette Fume, fume, fume, fume cette cigarette Et j'entends des voix me dire Elles reviennent en souvenir Pour devenir un homme Fume cette cigarette
Poema 15 Composer(s): Pablo Neruda; Victor Jara Performer(s): Victor Jara; Francesca Ancarola; Mercedes Sosa
Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente y me oyes desde lejos y mi voz no te toca parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca
Me gustas cuando callas y ahi estas como distante y estas como quejandote mariposa del arrullo y me oyes desde lejos y mi voz no te alcanza dejame que me calle con el silencio tuyo
Dejame que te hable tambien con tu silencio claro como una lampara simple como un anillo te pareces a la noche callada y constelada tu silencio, otra estrella tan lejana y sencillo
Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto una palabra entonces una sonrisa bastan y estoy alegre alegre de que no sea cierto
Uma Flor De Verde Pinho Composer(s): José Niza; Manuel Alegre First performance by: Carlos do Carmo - 1976
Eu podia chamar-te pátria minha dar-te o mais lindo nome português podia dar-te um nome de rainha que este amor é de Pedro por Inês
Mas não há forma não há verso não há leito para este fogo amor para este rio Como dizer um coração fora do peito? Meu amor transbordou E eu sem navio
Gostar de ti é um poema que não digo que não há taça amor para este vinho não há guitarra nem cantar de amigo não há flor não há flor de verde pinho
Não há barco nem trigo não há trevo não há palavras para dizer esta canção Gostar de ti é um poema que não escrevo Que há um rio sem leito E eu sem coração
Poem For My Little Lady Composer(s): Mac Davis Performer(s): Kenny Rogers; Bobby Goldsboro
Shes young and soft and kind And she deserves a whole lot better than a guitar picking drifter who never gave a damn And if loving me is all she ever wants some gonna let her And Ive tried to be kind of man She thinks I am
She makes those little kitten sounds and (that) trembles when I love her she makes me feel so bad and strong in me She whispers how she can not wait to be my babys mother Shes the only glimpse of God Ive ever seen
Her mama sure had warned her Never take out with a poet For poets travel rocky roads In search of truth and life
Im the only blemish on Her virgin soul but she dont know it and I thank the Lord shes lying gentle by my side tonight
Smoke On The Water Composer(s): Zeke Clements; Earl Nunn Performer(s): Red Foley and multiple other artists
There will be a sad day comin' for the souls of all mankind They must answer to the people, and it's troublin' their minds Everybody who must fear them will rejoice on that great day When the powers of dictators shall be taken all away
There'll be smoke on the water, on the land and the sea When our army and navy overtakes the enemy There'll be smoke on the mountains where the heathen gods stay And the sun that is risin' will go down on that day
For there is a great destroyer made of fire and flesh and steel Rollin' towards the foes of freedom; they'll go down beneath its wheels There'll be nothin' left but vultures to inhabit all that land When our modern ships and bombers make a graveyard of Japan
There'll be smoke on the water, on the land and the sea When our army and navy overtakes the enemy There'll be smoke on the mountains where the heathen gods stay And the sun that is risin' will go down on that day
Hirohito, 'long with Hitler, will be ridin' on a rail Mussolini'll beg for mercy; as a leader he has failed There'll be no time for pity when the screamin' eagles flies It will be the end of Axis, they must answer with their lives
There'll be smoke on the water, on the land and the sea When our army and navy overtakes the enemy There'll be smoke on the mountains where the heathen gods stay And the sun that is risin' will go down on that day
Enquanto os homens exercem seus podres poderes Motos e fuscas avançam os sinais vermelhos E perdem os verdes, somos uns boçais Queria querer cantar setecentas mil vezes Como são ricos, como são ricos os burgueses E os japoneses, mas tudo é muito mais Será que nunca faremos senão confirmar a incompetência da América Católica Que sempre precisará de ridículos tiranos? Será, que será, que será, que será, será que esta minha estúpida retórica Terá que soar, terá que se ouvir por mais zil anos?
Enquanto os homens exercem seus podres poderes Índios e padres e bichas, negros e mulheres E adolescentes fazem o carnaval Queria querer cantar afinados com eles Silenciar em respeito ao seu transe, num êxtase Ser indecente, mas tudo é muito mau Ou então cada paisano e cada capataz Com sua burrice fará jorrar sangue demais Nos pantanais, nas cidades, caatingas e nos gerais Será que apenas os hermetismos pascoais E os tons e os mil tons, seus sons e seus dons geniais Nos salvam, nos salvarão dessas trevas e nada mais? Enquanto os homens exercem seus podres poderes Morrer e matar de fome, de raiva e de sede São tantas vezes gestos naturais Eu quero aproximar o meu cantar vagabundo Daqueles de velam pela alegria do mundo Indo mais fundo, tins e bens e tais, tudo mais fundo, tins e bens e tais
Smoke On The Water Composer(s): Roger Glover; Richard Blackmore; Ian Gillan; Jon Lord; Ian Paice First release by: Deep Purple - 1972 Covered by multiple other artists
We all came down to Montreux on the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with the mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the mothers were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare-gun burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water a fire in the sky Smoke on the water
They burned down the gambling house it died with an awful sound A funky claude was running in and out pulling kids out the ground When it all was over we had to find another place But Swiss time was running out it seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water a fire in the sky Smoke on the water
We ended up at the Grand Hotel it was empty cold and bare But with the rolling truck stones thing outside making our music there With a few red lights and a few old beds we made a place to sweat No matter what we get out of this I know well never forget
Smoke on the water a fire in the sky Smoke on the water
Poco A Poco Composer(s): Manuel Alejandro Performer(s): Raphael
Poco a poco, poco a poco Todo se puede lograr Todo se puede alcanzar No existe nada imposible Para el que sabe luchar Todo se puede tener Todo se puede saber Hoy puede estar en tus manos Lo que buscabas ayer Poco a poco, como gira la Tierra Poco a poco, como sale el sol Poco a poco, como pasan las penas Poco a poco, como nace el amor Todos queremos llegar Todos queremos triunfar Y el mundo es solamente Para el que sabe luchar
