Retro-Songteksten: Evergreens, Classics, Old-Time Favourites, Hits Uit Onze Jeugd
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Je la retrouve planquée devant ma porte Dès que revient l'été Je ne sais pas quel bon vent me l'apporte Mais avec elle tout devient gai Et nuit et jour, voilà qu'elle klaxonne Pour partir avec moi Je dois vous dire que ma voiture est folle C'est une explosion de joie
Moi j'en vois de toutes les couleurs Dans ma torpédo bleue Il y a un bar avec de fleurs Et la télévision, une moto, des avions Mais pas un seul cornichon
Elle a sorti sa plus jolie toilette Et maquillé ses phares Elle a rempli de poissons, de crevettes Et d'esu de mer son réservoir Elle a gonflé ses pneus à l'air Vosges C'est bon pour ses pistons Et dans les côtes, par moments, si ça chauffe Elle prend du sirop de typhon
Moi j'en vois de toutes les couleurs Dans ma torpédo bleue Il y a un bar avec de fleurs Et la télévision, une moto, des avions Mais pas un seul cornichon Et la télévision, une moto, des avions Mais pas un seul cornichon
Moi j'en vois de toutes les couleurs Dans ma torpédo bleue Il y a un bar avec de fleurs Et la télévision, une moto, des avions Mais pas un seul cornichon
Il y avait parfois Des gens que je ne connais pas Au revoir comment ça va? Notre cur s'en balance Ça n'a pas d'importance Puisque c'est les vacances Notre cur s'en balance Ça n'a pas d 'importance Puisque c'est les vacances
Bad Boy
Composer(s): Marty Wilde
First release by: Marty Wilde - 1959
Covered by multiple other artists
All the people down the street, whoever you meet Say I'm a bad boy, say I'm a bad boy Say I'm a bad boy Even dear old dad, when he gets mad Says I'm a bad boy, says I'm a bad boy Says I'm a bad boy Well, you see now, I got a girl And we stay out late, almost every night Well, the people just stare and they declare Well well, it just ain't right But if only they knew how I love you They'd say a bad boy, could be a good boy Who's just in love
Well, you see now, I got a girl And we stay out late, almost every night Well, the people just stare and they declare Well well, it just ain't right But if only they knew how I love you They'd say a bad boy, could be a good boy Who's just in love So much in love So crazy in love So much in love
Bad Boy
Composer(s): Delaney Bramlett - Eric Clapton
Performer(s): Eric Clapton
I'm just a bad boy
Long long ways from home
I'm just a bad boy
Long long ways from home
But I ain't got nobody
To bury me when I'm dead and gone
Well I'm the cat that scratches
And I'm like a dog that bites
I'll be your box of matches, baby
When you need a light
I'm just a bad boy
Long long ways from home
I'm just a bad boy
Long long ways from home
But I ain't got nobody
To bury me when I'm dead and gone
I used to have a little girl
Only 16 years old
But her mom and dad put me way out
Way out in the cold
I can't stay here no longer
My luck is running slow
Gotta keep on moving
But I ain't got no place to go
I'm just a bad boy
Long long ways from home
I'm just a bad boy
Long long ways from home
But I ain't got nobody
To bury me when I'm dead and gone
Hace quince segundos que se murió el poeta y hace quince siglos que notamos su ausencia Creíamos entonces que estabamos de vuelta cuando faltaba tanto de ausencia y de poeta
Hace quince milenios se nos fugó el poeta dejándonos sus viudas y su niñita eterna Brindemos por su verbo por su roja cabeza hermanos de la sangre vertida del poeta
Por él sus adversarios no olvidan, mas celebran y por él, sus amigos como quiera que hoy sean se juntan nuevamente por sobre sus miserias convocando a este muerto de la salud perfecta
Hace quince silencios y otras muchas tristezas quién sabe qué diría su voz de inteligencia Por eso un cisne canta prófugo en la floresta la tonada inasible que despertó el poeta
Bad Blood
Composer(s): Neil Sedaka - Phil Cody
Performer(s): Neil Sedaka & Elton John
It coulda been me but it was you
Who went and bit off a little bit more than he could chew
You said that you had it made, but you been had
The woman no good, no how, thinkin' maybe the blood is bad
Bad (ba-a-ad) blood (blo-o-od)
The woman was born to lie
Makes promises she can't keep
With the wink on an eye
Bad (ba-a-ad) blood (blo-o-od)
Brother, you've been deceived
It's bound to change you mind
About all you believe
From where I stand, it looks mighty strange
How you let a woman like that treat you like small change
I don't understand what you're lookin' to find
The only thing bad blood do is mess up a good man's mind
Hear me talkin' now
Bad (ba-a-ad) blood (blo-o-od)
The bitch is in her smile
The lie is on her lips
Such an evil child
Bad (ba-a-ad) blood (blo-o-od)
Is takin' you for a ride
The only thing good about bad blood
Is lettin' it slide
Doo-ron, doo-ron, di di, dit, dit, ron-ron
Doo-ron, doo-ron, di di, dit, dit, ron-ron
Doo-ron, doo-ron, di di, dit, dit, ron-ron
Bad blood, talkin' 'bout bad blood
Doo-ron, doo-ron, di di, dit, dit, ron-ron
Doo-ron, doo-ron, di di, dit, dit, ron-ron
Doo-ron, doo-ron, di di, dit, dit, ron-ron
Bad blood
Here we go
Bad (ba-a-ad) blood (blo-o-od)
The bitch is in her smile
The lie is on her lips
Such an evil child
Bad (ba-a-ad) blood (blo-o-od)
Is takin' you for a ride
The only thing good about bad blood
Is lettin' it slide
The only thing good about bad blood
Is lettin' it slide
Bad
Composer(s): Bono - Adam Clayton - The Edge - Larry Mullen Jr.
First release by: U2 - 1984
Covered by multiple other artists
If you twist and turn away If you tear yourself in two again If I could, yes I would If I could, I would let it go Surrender, dislocate
If I could throw this lifeless Lifeline to the wind Leave this heart of clay See you walk, walk away Into the night And through the rain Into the half-light And through the flame
If I could through myself set your spirit free I'd lead your heart away See you break, break away Into the light And to the day
To let it go And so to fade away To let it go And so fade away
I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm not sleeping Oh, no, no
If you should ask then maybe They'd tell you what I would say True colors fly in blue and black Bruised silken skies and burning flak Colors crash, collide in blood shot eyes
If I could, you know I would If I could, I would let it go
This desparation Dislocation Separation Condemnation Revelation In temptation Isolation Desolation
Let it go And so to fade away To let it go And so fade away
Oh, no I'm wide awake I'm wide awake I'm not sleeping Oh, no no
Et vous conquistadors navigateurs anciens Hollandais téméraires et corsaires malouins Cherchant des Amériques vous ne cherchâtes rien Que l'aventure de la Toison d'Or
Et vous les philosophes vous sages d'Orient Alchimistes pointus et sorciers d'à présent En cherchant la sagesse vous n'avez rien cherché Que les secrets de la Toison d'Or
Et vous les empereurs roitelets ou serins Vous les vrais Charlemagne vous les faux Charles Quint En cherchant la puissance vous ne cherchâtes rien Que les reflets de la Toison d'Or
Et vous preux chevaliers assoiffés de grandeur Vous chasseurs de Saint-Graal d'oriflammes d'honneurs Cherchant la victoire vous ne cherchâtes rien Que le panache de la Toison d'Or
Et vous tous les poètes les rêveurs mal debout Discoureurs de l'amour pour des cieux andalous En écoutant vos muses n'avez rien chanté d'autre Que le vieux rêve de la Toison d'Or
Et vous gens d'aujourd'hui d'aujourd'hui de demain Vous balayeurs d'idoles de dieux de malins Cherchant la vérité vous ne recherchez rien Que la clarté de la Toison d'Or
Backwater Blues Composer(s): Big Bill Broonzy Performer(s): Big Bill Broonzy and multiple other artists
It rained 5 days and the clouds turned as dark as night Yes, it rained 5 days and the clouds turned as dark as night Lord, the trouble's takin' place, Lord, in the lowland at night
I got up one mornin', for me I couldn't even get out of my door Yes, I got up one mornin', for me I couldn't even get out of my door Lord, that was really enough trouble to make a poor man wonder why and where to go
And I waited, I stood upon a high, high old lonesome hill Lord, I waited, I stood upon a high, high old lonesome hill Lord, an' all I could do was look down on the house, baby, where I used to live
Lord, it thunderin' an' it lightnin', Lord, and the wind begin to blow Lord, it thunderin' an' it lightnin', Lord, and the wind begin to blow Lord, at that time fourthousand-million people who have no place to go
La Tierra Prometida ((French Version: La Terre Promise (by Mireille Mathieu)) Composer(s): C. Desage - Ch. Bruhn - A. Segura Performer(s): Raphael
¡Oh! Moisés, ¿en dónde está? ¡Oh! Moisés, la Tierra Prometida Que yo busqué y no encontré ¡Oh! Moisés, ¿en dónde está? Moisés tú ven, condúceme Lleva mi mula de la brida Yo iré detrás soñando paz Aunque de andar sangren mis pies Dime Moisés, y el buen amor ¡Oh! di tú Moisés, ¿dónde quedó? Brazos en cruz lo busco yo Para ofrecer mi corazón ¿Sabes Moisés?, se hace la guerra ¿Sabes Moisés?, sufre la Tierra Los niños lloran, los hombres odian ¿En dónde habrá, Moisés, amor? Y lloverán lágrimas negras Hasta encontrar la ansiada tierra Y un nuevo sol se alumbrará Y tú verás ¡Oh! Moisés Que el mundo en paz, volvió la fe
Backwater Composer(s): Brian Eno Performer(s): Brian Eno
Backwater Were sailing at the edges of time Backwater Were drifting at the waterline Oh were floating in the coastal waters You and me and the porters daughters Ooh what to do not a sausage to do And the shorter of the porters daughters Dips her hand in the deadly waters Ooh what to do in a tiny canoe
Black water There were six of us but now we are five Were all talking To keep the conversation alive There was a senator from ecuador Who talked about a meteor That crashed on a hill in the south of Peru And was found by a conquistador Who took it to the emperor And he passed it on to a Turkish guru
His daughter Was slated for becoming divine He taught her He taught her how to split and define But if you study the logistics And heuristics of the mystics You will find that their minds rarely move in a line So its much more realistic To abandon such ballistics And resign to be trapped on a leaf in a vine
La Tierra Composer(s): Purcel Marius - Frank Mauriat - Paul Plante - Jacques Performer(s): Raphael
Oh La Tierra Oh La Tierra
Vamos A Buscar En El Mundo Un Rincon De Paz Cruzando El Cielo Y El Mar Y Hallar Horizontes Sin Fin Para Amar
Vamos A Partir En El Carro De Nuestra Ilusion Abriendo Al Caminar Los Surcos Que Nos Llevaran A Un Afan De Vivir
La Tierra, La Tierra, La Tierra No Tiene Ya Fronteras La Tierra, La Tierra Y Mientras Noche Y Dia La Tierra, La Tierra Nos Une Para Siempre La Tierra, La Tierra
Donde Nace El Sol Yo Quisiera Ofrecerte A Ti La Tierra Labrada Por Mi El Trigo Que Brota Feliz Y Que Nos Dara La Felicidad
La Tierra, La Tierra, La Tierra No Tiene Ya Fronteras La Tierra, La Tierra Y Mientras Noche Y Dia La Tierra, La Tierra Nos Une Para Siempre La Tierra, La Tierra
Vamos A Partir En El Carro De Nuestra Ilusion Abriendo Al Caminar Los Surcos Que Nos Llevaran A Un Afan De Vivir
La Tierra, La Tierra, La Tierra No Tiene Ya Fronteras La Tierra, La Tierra Y Mientras Noche Y Dia La Tierra, La Tierra Nos Une Para Siempre La Tierra, La Tierra
Donde Nace El Sol Yo Quisiera Ofrecerte A Ti La Tierra Labrada Por Mi El Trigo Que Brota Feliz Y Que Nos Dara La Felicidad
Backtafunk
Composer(s): Barry Gibb - Maurice Gibb - Robin Gibb
Performer(s): Bee Gees
You're gonna fix my heart
You're gonna free my soul
Not many learn what
The two of us can do
Or what we do it for
Sign my name
I'm gonna join your club
You give me love and there's
Two of us to feel
Just say the word
And I'm giving my love to you
You got me backtafunk
And I'm still turning
Got me backtafunk
And I'm still turning
I can't explain, no alibi
The rhythm got me paralyzed
You got me
You call it deja vu
Of being there before
So many lose what
The few of us can find
And never mention
You're gonna break my will
You're gonna take me down
So many pay
When the two of us can steal
So give what I want
And I could be a king for you
You got me
Backtafunk
And I'm still turning
Got me backtafunk
And I'm still turning
You got me backtafunk
I was so disorganized
Rhythm cut me down to size
You got me
Help me I'm in trouble deep
High as I can go
It's no crime
There may be love on the street
And I'm bad enough
You got me drowning in my sleep
But I will find you when I wake
And it's time
You got me backtafunk
Backtafunk to back
Backtafunk
Backtafunk to back
Backtafunk
Backtafunk to back
Backtafunk
Oh, oh I'm still turning
Backtafunk
Oh, oh I'm still burning
Backtafunk
Oh, oh I'm still learning
(Repeat)
La Terre Promise
((Spanish Version: La Tierra Prometida (by Raphael))
Composer(s): C. Desage - Ch. Bruhn
Performer(s): Mireille Mathieu
Oh Moïse, donne La terre promise
Oh Moïse donne la terre promise Elle est si loin Je cherche en vain Oh Moïse donne la terre promise Oh Moïse, donne La terre promise
Oh Moïse donne la terre promise Elle est si loin Je cherche en vain Oh Moïse donne la terre promise
Oh Moïse viens Et conduis moi Oh Moïse viens emmène-moi L'as-tu trouvée L'as-tu rêvée Oh Moïse donne la terre promise
Oh Moïse dis Où est l'amour Oh Moïse dis où est l'amour Comme une croix J'ouvre les bras Oh Moïse donne la terre promise
Oh Moïse vois On fait la guerre Oh Moïse vois souffrir la terre Les enfants pleurent Les hommes ont peur Oh Moïse donne la terre promise
Oh Moïse vois Il pleut des larmes Oh Moïse vois il pleut des larmes Le cur d'un homme Pour une femme Oh Moïse c'est la terre promise Oh Moïse donne la terre promise
Backstage (I'm Lonely) Composer(s): Fred Anisfield - Willie Denson Gene Pitney; Jools Holland; Marc Almond
A thousand hands applaud tonight I sing my songs my star shines bright I stop and smile I take my bow I leave the stage and then somehow
Backstage I'm lonely, backstage I cry You've gone away and each night I seem to die a little
Out on that stage I play the star I'm famous now I've come so far A famous fool I let love go I didn't know I'd miss you so
Backstage I'm lonely, backstage I cry Hating myself since I let you say goodbye
Every night a different room Every night a different club And yet I'm lonely all the time When I sign my autograph When I hold an interview Can't get you out of my mind
Come back my love come back to me I need you now so desperately What good is fame it's just a game I'd give it all to be the same
Backstage I wait now, hoping I'll see Your smiling face waiting there backstage for me Your smiling face waiting backstage for me Backstage Backstage
La Terre Promise (aka Une Terre Promise (by Eddy Mitchell) - 1975)) ((Adapted from: Promised Land (by Chuck Berry) - 1964)) ((Dutch Version: Kisjeskearl (by Normaal) - 1983)) Composer(s): Chuck Berry - Michel Mallory Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday - 1975
La terre brûle soirs mes pieds Et je ne sais, je ne sais pas m'arrêter Oh, oui je vais où mes chansons m'entraînent Et je ne fait que passer Oh, oui je suis chez moi là où on m'aime Ailleurs, ailleurs je suis un étranger Oh, oui de trains en trains, de villes en villes Je finirai bien par trouver Oh, oui une autre ville, un autre hôtel Et une autre fille à aimer Et je ne me souviens plus d'elle Et son nom je l'ai oublié Oh, oui je cours toujours après l'amour Mais la vie va me rattraper Oh, oui la terre promise n'est pas toujours là Où l'on croit bien la trouver
J'ai usé ma vie et mes bottes Sur les routes du monde entier Et j'ai chanté plus de chansons Que vous en avez écoutés Oh, oui j'ai cru trouver la terre promise Quand j'ai cru rapporter l'amour Mais j'y ai laisser ma chemise Et je suis reparti un jour Oh, oui de solitude en solitude Je finirai bien par trouver Avant de perdre l'habitude De conjuguer le verbe aimer
Oh, oui la fille et la terre promise Je cours je cours après depuis toujours Oh, oui tant pis si je perds ma chemise Si je peux y trouver l'amour
Oh oui la terre brûle soirs mes pieds Et je ne sais, je ne sais pas m'arrêter Oh, oui je vais où mes chansons m'entraînent Et je ne fait que passer Oh, oui je suis chez moi là où on m'aime Ailleurs, ailleurs je suis un étranger Oh, oui de trains en trains, de villes en villes Je finirai bien par trouver
Backsliding Fearlessly Composer(s): Ian Hunter Performer(s): Mott The Hoople
I dreamt of being horses in shackles of gold And the men that were young then are now terribly old The graveyard was creaking with too many bones While the bishop was praying his cassock was sold Three cheers for the innocent though he is perverse Three screams for the hangman as he cries for the hearse I weep for the rebels conventional ways For he loses his mind while the devious stay By the way If the world saluted you Well what would you do if you could be there Well would you still take me Would you take me anywhere If the world saluted you Well what would you say when things were down Would you still want me Would you want me around
So come all ye faithful and slaughter your lambs Your minds have been whipped by experienced hands I wish we were children I'd welcome the change And the mind of an old man you can't rearrange Ain't it strange If the world saluted you Well what would you do if you could be there Would you still Would you still take me anywhere If the world saluted you What would you say when things were down Would you still want me Would you still want me around
Promised Land Composer(s): Chuck Berry First release by: Chuck Berry - 1964 Covered by multiple other artists
Versions In Other Languages: 1975 - La Terre Promise (by Johnny Hallyday) 1975 - Une Terre Promise (by Eddy Mitchell) 1983 - Kisjeskearl (by Normaal)
I left my home in Norfolk Virginia California on my mind Straddled that Greyhound, rode him past Raleigh On across Caroline
Stopped in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill And we never was a minute late We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown Rollin' 'cross the Georgia state
We had motor trouble it turned into a struggle Half way 'cross Alabam And that 'hound broke down and left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham
Straight off, I bought me a through train ticket Ridin cross Mississippi clean And I was on that midnight flyer out of Birmingham Smoking into New Orleans
Somebody help me get out of Louisiana Just help me get to Houston town Theres people there who care a little 'bout me And they won't let the poor boy down
Sure as you're born, they bought me a silk suit Put luggage in my hands And I woke up high over Albuquerque On a jet to the promised land
Workin' on a T-bone steak a la carte Flying over to the Golden State The pilot told me in thirteen minutes We'd be headin' in the terminal gate
Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy Taxi to the terminal zone Cut your engines, cool your wings And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia Tidewater four ten O nine Tell the folks back home this is the promised land callin' And the poor boy's on the line
Backlash Blues
Composer(s): Langston Hughes - Nina Simone
Performer(s): Nina Simone; Linda Hoyle
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Just who do think I am You raise my taxes, freeze my wages And send my son to vietnam
You give me second class houses And second class schools Do you think that alla colored folks Are just second class fools Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you With the Backlash blues
When I try to find a job To earn a little cash All you got to offer Is your mean old white Backlash But the world is big Big and bright and round And it's full of folks like me Who are black, yellow, beige and brown Mr. Backlash, I'm gonna leave you With the Backlash blues
Mr. Backlash, Mr. Backlash Just what do you think I got to lose I'm gonna leave you With the Backlash blues You're the one will have the blues Not me, just wait and see
