Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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And The Grass Won't Pay No Mind Composer(s): Neil Diamond First release by: Neil Diamond - 1969 Covered by multiple other artists
Listen easy You can hear God callin' Walking barefoot by a stream Come unto me Your hair softly fallin' On my face as in a dream And the time will be our time And the grass won't pay no mind
Sayin' nothin' Lyin' where the sun is Bakin' down upon our sighs My lips touch you With their soft wet kisses Your hands gentle in reply
And the time will be our time And the grass won't pay no mind
Child, touch my soul with your cries And the music will know what we found I hear a hundred goodbyes But today I hear only one sound The moment we're living is now Na, na, na, na, na, na
Young bird flyin' And a soft wind blowin' Cools the sweat inside my palms Close my eyes and see the flowers growin' As you lay sleeping in my arms
And the time will be our time And the grass won't pay no mind
Rue Des Blancs-Manteaux Composer(s): Robert Desnos; Joseph Kosma; Raymond Queneau Originally performed by: Juliette Gréco
Dans la rue des Blancs-Manteaux Ils ont élevé des tréteaux Et mis du son dans un seau Et c'était un échafaud Dans la rue des Blancs-Manteaux Dans la rue des Blancs-Manteaux Le bourreau s'est levé tôt C'est qu'il avait du boulot Faut qu'il coupe des généraux Des évêques, des amiraux Dans la rue des Blancs-Manteaux Dans la rue des Blancs-Manteaux Sont v'nues des dames comme il faut Avec de beaux affûtiaux Mais la tête leur f'sait défaut Elle avait roulé d'son haut La tête avec le chapeau Dans l'ruisseau des Blancs-Manteaux
And The Children Laughing Composer(s): Barry Gibb Performer(s): Bee Gees
Ah...... Well, I been working up a fever trying to straighten up the mess in my mind about this place I can't contain myself anymore Can't you see it's written all over my face Why don't you get on your feet It's about time you got to think what ever happened to peace Well open your eyes and you'll see children laughing voices singin', hearts a-beatin' ah.....
Your always talkin' right and talkin about the world and it's corruption and moral decay But what you gonna do about it, nothing 'cause you're more like children then children while they play Why you're so clean through and through you won't shake hands with a negro who's maybe cleaner then you Well listen around and you'll hear children laughin' voices singin', hearts a-beatin' like they always do So what's wrong with you, ah...
You're so blown up with anger about the world You write the songs about Yet you don't even know your neighbors name Now you want to go the the moon and live there when you know it'll only end up the same How can he give you any gratitude with your endless sickenin' attitude You strive to get ahead but you leave each other dead Can't you see, children laughin' voices singin', hearts beatin' like they always do So what's wrong with you, ah...
Children laughin', voices singin', hearts beatin' Children laughin', voices singin' ...
Dans La Maison Vide Composer(s): G. Autève; J.L. Dabadie; P. de Senneville Originally performed by: Michel Polnareff Covered by: Florence Davis; Nilda Fernández
Je me souviens, de ce musicien c'était l'automne à la maison Je me souviens moi de ce musicien c'était l'automne sur son violon Le temps n'est plus où passaient les violons
quand tu étais à la maison Il a tant plu depuis tant de saisons
le temps n'est plus aux violons
Moi dans la maison vide, dans la chambre vide je passe l'été à écouter Cette symphonie qui était si belle et qui me rappelle un amour infini
Moi dans la maison vide, dans la chambre vide je passe ma vie à regarder Les oiseaux qui passent comme des menaces Et j'entends l'automne, je n'attends personne
Je me souviens de ce musicien un soir d'adieu à la maison Je me souviens moi de ce musicien et de l'adieu sur son violon Et chaque année lorsque l'année est finie, j'entends le violon de septembre Et le passé comme une symphonie fait son entrée dans cette chambre
Moi dans la maison vide, dans la chambre vide, je passe la nuit à écouter Cette symphonie, aujourd'hui finie et qui me rappelle que tu étais belle
Moi dans la maison vide, dans la chambre vide je passe ma vie à regarder Les oiseaux qui passent comme des menaces Et j'entends l'automne, je n'attends personne
Moi dans la maison vide, dans la chambre vide, je passe ma vie à écouter Cette symphonie qui était si belle et qui me rappelle un amour fini
Dans la maison vide, dans la chambre vide, je passe ma vie à regarder Les oiseaux qui passent comme des menaces Et j'entends l'automne, je n'attends personne
And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda Composer(s): Eric Bogle First performance by: Eric Bogle Covered by multiple other artists
Now when I was a young man, I carried me pack And I lived the free life of the rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback Well I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in nineteen fifteen my country said "son" It's time you stop rambeling' there's work to be done! So they gave me a tin hat, and gave they me a gun And they marched me away to the war
And the band played Waltzing Matilda As the ship pulled away from the quay And amidst all the cheers, the flag waving and tears We sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day How our blood stained the sand and the water And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter Johnny Turk was waiting, he'd primed himself well He showered us with bullets, and rained us with shell And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia
But the Band Played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours and the Turks buried theirs Then we started all over again
And those that where left, well we tried to survive In that mad world of blood death and fire And for ten weary weeks I kept my self alive Though around me the corpses piled higher Then a big turky shell, knocked me arse over head And when I awoke up in me hospital bed And saw what it had done, well I wished I where dead Never knew there was worst thing than dying
For I'll go no more waltzing matilda All around the green bush, far and free To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs No more waltzing matilda for me
So They gathered the crippled, the wounded the maimed And they shipped us back home to Australia The legless the armless, the blind the insane Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla And as our ship pulled in to Circular Quay I looked at the place where me legs used to be And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me To grieve, to mourn and to pity
But the band played Waltzing Matilda As they carried us down the gangway But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared And they turned all their faces away
And so now every April I sit on me porch And I watch the parade pass before me And I see my old comrades how proudly they march Reviving old dreams of past glories And the old men march slowly old bones stiff and sore Their tired old heros from a forgotten old war And the young people ask what are they marching for And I ask meself the same question
But the band played Waltzing Matilda And the old men still answer the call But as year follows year more old men disappear Someday no one will march there at all
Dans La Maison De Normandie Performer(s): Yves Duteil
Dans la maison de Normandie Tout a rouillé, tout a jauni Mais le bonheur est encore là Blotti dans les détails, dans les taillis Dans les fleurs qui n'ont pas fleuri Et le bonheur est dans mon cur aussi L'herbe rase et les pommiers morts Rien n'est triste dans ce décor On dirait de l'amour qui dort Ici les arbres ont une histoire - c'est mon passé, c'est ma mémoire Et mon chagrin s'est endormi un soir
L'herbe rase et les pommiers morts Rien n'est triste dans ce décor On dirait de l'amour qui dort Ici le temps s'est engourdi Rien n'a changé, rien n'a vieilli Et la pendule s'est arrêtée aussi
Il ne meurt que ce qu'on oublie Et la fête était si jolie Rien n'a pu l'effacer depuis
Dans la maison de Normandie Les tuiles s'envolent, l'air chaud s'enfuit La cheminée refoule un peu la nuit Dans la maison de Normandie Tout a rouillé, tout a jauni Mais le bonheur est toujours là, blotti La la la la...
Dans la maison de Normandie Tout a rouillé, tout a jauni Mais le bonheur est toujours là, blotti
And The Baby Never Cries Composer(s): Harry Chapin Performer(s): Harry Chapin
Well, I've sung out one more evening and I'm wrung out, feeling beat I walk on out the door once more to an empty city street A Good guitar will serve you well when you're living in the lights but it's never going to warm you in the middle of the night And so I come and go with her in whispers Each and every time she says she dies When she is reborn again I kiss her And the baby never cries She works in the daytime she leave her baby with a friend I sing every evening I only see her now and then I come to her at midnight when 'bout half the world's asleep and she puts me back together in the hours before I leave Her apartment is down on Perry Street there's a tree in her backyard Her old man had left her he just took off for the coast and I caught her on the rebound when I needed her the most
Dans La Jungle Ou Dans Le Zoo Performer(s): Jean Ferrat
Ainsi donc ainsi donc Il n'y aurait plus rien à faire Qu'à mettre la clé sous la porte De ce château sombre et désert Où gisent nos illusions mortes Ainsi donc ainsi donc Vite fait serait l'inventaire De ces chambres abandonnées Aux lits recouverts de poussière Aux parquets noirs de sang séché Et sur les carreaux des fenêtres On pourrait écrire à la craie "Tout demain devra disparaître Des choses que l'on a cru vraies" Et dans ce monde à la dérive Pareils aux autres animaux Nous n'aurions d'autre choix pour vivre Que dans la jungle ou dans le zoo
Ainsi donc ainsi donc Il n'y aurait plus rien à voir Circulez mais circulez donc Ainsi finirait notre histoire Sous le poids des malédictions Ainsi donc ainsi donc Faudrait faire amende honorable Raser les murs courber le dos Se résigner au pitoyable Errer de goulags en ghettos Tout ne serait que simulacre Toute espérance sans lendemain Rien ne servirait de se battre Pour un monde à visage humain Il faudrait brûler tous les livres Redevenir des animaux Sans avoir d'autre choix pour vivre Que dans la jungle ou dans le zoo
Ainsi donc ainsi donc Contre la faim contre la haine Contre le froid la cruauté De la longue quête incertaine Pour affirmer sa dignité Ainsi donc ainsi donc Il nous faudrait tout renier De la bataille surhumaine Que depuis l'âge des cavernes L'homme à lui-même s'est livré Ne tirez pas sur le pianiste Qui joue d'un seul doigt de la main Vous avez déchiffré trop vite "La musique de l'être humain" Et dans ce monde à la dérive Son chant demeure et dit tout haut Qu'il y a d'autres choix pour vivre Que dans la jungle ou dans le zoo Qu'il y aura d'autres choix pour vivre Que dans la jungle ou dans le zoo
And The Angels Sing ((Adapted from: Frahlich In Swing (And The Angels Sing) (by Ziggy Elman & Martha Tilton) - 1939)) Composer(s): Ziggy Elman - Johnny Mercer Performer(s): Benny Goodman & His Orch. - 1939 and multiple other artists
We meet, and the angels sing The angels sing the sweetest song I ever heard You speak, and the angels sing Or am I breathing music into every word
Suddenly, the setting is strange I can see water and moonlight beaming Silver waves that break on some undiscovered shore - Then Suddenly, I see it all change Long winter nights with the candles gleaming Through it all your face that I adore
You smile, and the angels sing And though it's just a gentle murmur at the start We kiss, and the angels sing And leave their music ringing in my heart
Dans La Brume Du Matin ((aka Chaque Matin Il Se Lève (Eddy Mitchell) - 1974))
((Adapted from: Early Morning Rain (Gordon Lightfoot) - 1966))
Composer(s): Gordon Lightfoot - Jean-Michel Rivat
Performer(s): Joe Dassin - 1966
Dans la brume du matin Une pièce entre les doigts Une peine dans le cur Pas de quoi rentrer chez moi
Sur un aéroport Comme on voudrait s'envoler Dans la brume du matin Nulle part où aller
Sur la piste du départ La première caravelle Disparaît dans le brouillard Je vois scintiller ses ailes
J'ai de la pluie dans les yeux Dans la gorge un goût d'alcool Mais déjà je la vois Qui a pris son envol
Dans la brume du matin Elle ne laisse qu'un sillage Avant de partir au loin Tout au-dessus des nuages
Où le ciel est toujours bleu Où jamais il ne pleut Elle volera à midi Au-dessus de mon pays
Tout ça me fout le cafard Il s'y clouait sur le sol J'ai les yeux pleins de brouillard J'sens la fumée, je sens l'alcool
Il vaudrait mieux pour moi Retourner sur mes pas M'en aller un peu plus loin Dans la brume du matin
M'en aller un peu plus loin Dans la brume du matin
And That Reminds Me Composer(s): Camillo Bargoni - Al Stillman Performer(s): Della Reese and multiple other artists
I hear the sound of music Your favorite kind of music And that reminds me dear of you I see the summer roses Your favorite shade of roses And that reminds me to of you, dear
If I could hear no music If there should be no roses No summer nights to make me dream as I do Perhaps, I might forget you But in my heart I know That I need no reminder to miss you so
I hear the sound of music Your favorite kind of music And that reminds me dear of you I see the summer roses Your favorite shade of roses And that reminds me to of you, dear
If I could hear no music If there should be no roses No summer nights to make me dream as I do Perhaps, I might forget you But in my heart I know That I need no reminder to miss you so
Dans Dix Ou Dans Vingt Ans Performer(s): Charles Aznavour
Dans dix ou dans vingt ans d'ici Quand nous aurons enfin compris Que l'on ne peut pas vivre ainsi De caresses et de déchirures Quand je t'aurai assez trahie Que tu m'auras assez meurtri Saurons-nous recouvrir d'oubli Les raisons de nos meurtrissures? Dans dix ou dans vingt ans qui sait Si enfin libre désormais D'un passé de bosses et de plaies Faites d'orgueil et de bêtises Malgré le mal que tu me fais Malgré tout ce qu'en moi tu hais Connaîtrons-nous enfin la paix A travers ce qui nous divise?
Dans dix ou dans vingt ans d'ici Quand mille fois j'aurai franchi Le chemin de la porte au lit Et celui du lit à la porte Et que n'étant plus ennemis En nos coeurs comme en nos esprits Tous les sujets de jalousie Entre nous serons lettres mortes Dans dix ou dans vingt ans passés Que reste-t-il des années Qu'ensemble nous aurons brûlées En guerres froides et en reproches? Quand le temps aura effacé Tout ce qui peut nous séparer Peut-être saurons-nous trouver Des choses enfin qui nous rapprochent
Dans dix ou dans vingt ans d'ici Quand l'âge nous auras soumis Et qu'entre fugues et folies L'amour aura franchi le pire Lorsque nous connaîtrons le prix De la tendresse et de la vie, Que nous n'aurons plus par défi De plaisir à s'entre-détruire Je reviendrai par la pensée Sur les détails de ce passé Que tout deux nous aurons signés La tête en feu et le coeur ivre En me disant qu'à tes côtés Malgré tout, et tout bien pesé Il était beau le temps d'aimer Il était beau le temps de vivre
Danny's Song Composer(s): Kenny Loggins Originally performed by: Gator Creek Covered by various other artists
People smile and tell me I'm the lucky one, and we've just begun Think I'm gonna have a son He will be like she and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love Sun is gonna shine above
Chorus: And even though we ain't got money, I'm so in love with ya honey And everything will bring a chain of love And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes And tell me everything is gonna be alright Seems as though a month ago I beta chi, never got high Oh, I was a sorry guy And now a smile, a face, a girl that shares my name Now I'm through with the game, this boy will never be the same
(To chorus:)
Pisces, Virgo rising is a very good sign, strong and kind And the little boy is mine Now I see a family where there once was none, now we've just begun Yeah, we're gonna fly to the sun
(To chorus:)
Love the girl who holds the world in a paper cup, drink it up Love her and she'll bring you luck And if you find she helps your mind, buddy, take her home Don't you live alone, try to earn what lovers own
And So To Sleep Again Composer(s): Joe Marsala - Sunny Skylar Performer(s): Coleman Hawkins and multiple other artists
And so to sleep again, as if Ill ever sleep again These restless nights go on away from you And so to dream again, as if Ill ever dream again My darling, since youve gone, my dreams are through
No other arms can ease this ache within my heart No other lips can kiss away these tears that start And so to sleep again, as if Ill ever sleep again As if Ill ever love again anyone but you
No other arms can ease this ache within my heart No other lips can kiss away these tears that start And so to sleep again, as if Ill ever sleep again As if Ill ever love again anyone but you
Danny's All-Star Joint Composer(s): Rickie Lee Jones Performer(s): Rickie Lee Jones; Sarah Green
Downstairs at Danny's All-Star joint They got a juke box that goes doyt-doyt The vice is nice, they stay in the back all day But when the nighttime comes, hey-hey There's this cat down there that makes a bad kinda soup I come around struttin' my luck in my shoop coupe Cecil gives me coffee And he won't never take my coin I say, "I got thirty dollars in my pocket! Whatchoo doin'?"
I holler, "Come on, Cecil, take a dollar! Come on, Cecil, take a ten! I've finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones And you're actin' like I'm down-shiftin'"
He knows all the under-riders on the boulevard They got to barefoot cruise when it's forty-weight hard They look particularly dead-beat Permanently pale Cecil picks up his butcher knife Waves it at the jail The kid say, "I ain't got no dough, Joe, I just want some OJ" I said, "Don't look at me" (Cuz he was lookin' my way) Cecil wink upon him some juice and some green And the kid walks over and puts the quarter in the pinball machine And he says, "Come on, Cec, gimme a dollar Come on Cecil gimme five I'm in a halfway house on a one-way street And I'm a quarter past left alive"
He can talk about your people in a wonderful way He can talk about your people 'til your hair turns grey Your sisters into mustard She loves to walk the pup She like pickles and a relish She never gets enough A Hershey milkshake Steamin on a stick For a Carte Blanche Sandwich Oh lettuce get thick... It's not because I'm dirty It's not because I'm clean It's not because I kiss the boys behind a magazine... Hey Boys, how 'bout a fight? Here comes Ricky with the girdle on tight And if she dont know your name She knows what you got From your matzo balls To the chicken in the pot.. Chicken in the pot... Chicken in the pot... Chicken in the...
Dooowwwnnn stairs at Danny's All-Star joint They got a jukebox that goes doyt-doyt A finger-snappin' deluxe Make your be-bop bap And your r and b hep-scat
You can't break the rules until you know how to play the game But if you just wanna have a little fun you can mention my name Keep your feet in the street... Your toes in the lawn... But keep your business in your pocket That's where it belongs
Come on, Cecil, take a dollar Come on, Cecil, take a tip Do yourself a favour If she offers it, take it But honey, don't give it away if he don't appreciate it
Danny Boy Composer(s): Frederick Edward Weatherly Originally performed by: Ernestine Schumann-Heink Covered by various other artists
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the roses falling It's you, it's you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!
But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying If I am dead, as dead I well may be Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an Avè there for me And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!
And So To Bed Composer(s): Vincent Crane Performer(s): Atomic Rooster
Want Me, Take Me, Need Me - It's All In Your Mind Love Me, Hold Me, Want Me - Hoping I'll Be Kind
You Think That Up Here I'm So Special But Put In A Crowd I Would Be Just Like You You Think To Be With Me, Would Make A Change In You You Think To Be With Me, You're Special Too
Want Me, Take Me, Need Me - It's All In Your Mind Love Me, Hold Me, Want Me - Hoping I'll Be Kind
You Don't Want Me, You Don't Need Me All You Need Is Sex With Fame You Don't Want Me, You Don't Need Me All You Need Is Sex With Fame
Want Me, Take Me, Need Me - It's All In Your Mind Love Me, Hold Me, Want Me - Hoping I'll Be Kind
You Think That Up Here I'm Something So Special But Put In A Crowd I Would Be Just Like You You Think To Be With Me Would Make A Change In You You Think To Be with Me, You're Special Too
Want Me, Take Me, Need Me - It's All In Your Mind Love Me, Hold Me, Want Me - Hoping I'll Be Kind
You Don't Want Me, You Don't Need Me All You Need Is Sex With Fame You Don't Want Me, You Don't Need Me All You Need Is Sex With Fame
Danny ((aka Lonely Blue Boy (by Conway Twitty) - 1959))
Composer(s): Ben Weisman - Fred Wise
First recording by: Elvis Presley - 1958
Covered by multiple other artists
My name should be trouble My name should be woe For trouble and heartache Is all that I know But Danny, yes, Danny is my name
My life has been empty My heart has been torn It must have been rainy, oh yeah The night I was born Oh Danny, oh Danny is my name
I'm so afraid of tomorrow So tired of today They say that love is the answer But love never came my way
I'm writing a letter To someone I know So if you should find it And if you're alone Oh Danny, yes, Danny is my name
